"Shut your mouth, of course I know he was blocked by a tank!"
Gritting his teeth, Wilt's heart was filled with morbid anger and distortion.
This is the second time. This damn Russian heavy tank has ruined my good fortune for the second time!
All the two times he had failed since the battle in Stalingrad, he had actually fallen on the same piece of junk! This made Wilt, who had always had a strong sense of self-esteem, instantly feel an unprecedented sense of frustration and intense shame.
! And it is still fermented with high intensity in my heart and will not go away for a long time.
"Again! I don't believe there will be a third time!"
Maybe the good luck has run out, or maybe the goddess of victory really abandoned all the soldiers of the Sixth Army, including Wilt...
All in all, when Wilt pushed the bullet into the gun chamber again and once again cast his sights towards the target location, after the rumbling heavy tanks passed by, all he saw was a body lying in a pool of blood in the snow.
Corpses lying on their backs...
The prey has long since disappeared...
"asshole!!!"
Wilt, who had always been calm and strict with himself, finally couldn't bear it anymore. He let out an angry roar like thunder and cursed loudly, echoing in the dilapidated room.
But that's not all the worst...
Before he could finish venting his anger, Wilt looked for his target again and pulled the trigger for the third time. A bullet, like he was following the unique taste of his prey with his sense of smell, flew towards him at high speed amidst a scream that broke through the air!
Snapped--
Ding——
Boom——
The sound of his body, which weighed more than 130 kilograms, fell to the ground instantly when he was lying on his back. It was like a punching bag used for boxing in the gym in later generations. The rope suddenly broke and fell to the ground, mixed with the sound of breaking glass and the sound of the body falling to the ground.
The muffled sound of the bullet entering the flesh instantly brought Wilt, who was still searching for high-value targets, back to reality from the sniper field of view.
Completely relying on the unconscious action of his body, he turned his head in an instant. What caught Wilt's eyes at that moment was Kurt, the observer, who was crouching slightly higher than him. The right lens of the telescope was broken.
It was a horrifying scene with glass shards stuck in his head and almost half of his face blown off by a full-power rifle bullet.
"Snipers! The Russians have snipers too!"
Make instant judgments without any hesitation and drive the body into action.
Wilt had just pulled out the rifle in his hand from the shooting hole in the wall. Before he could even take the first complete step, the second round of 7.62mm full-power rifle bullets fired accurately followed him with his butt bitten.
.
crackling——
"Uh-huh..."
Unfortunately, Wilt, who had seldom run vigorously since the beginning of the Battle of Stalingrad, was finally a step slower. This may be because the skills he should be proficient in have deteriorated due to not being used for a long time, but Wilt was always there for him.
I paid the price for my slowness and lack of sensitivity.
"Ha...ah...damn it! Damn the Russians! Damn it!"
The 7.62mm full-power rifle bullet, like an eye, penetrated the edge of the wall and continued along an almost straight trajectory, tearing the Achilles tendon of Wilt's right foot in the last moment, forcing the man with only one shot.
The little sniper, who was no more than seven meters tall, staggered and fell to the ground with sudden severe pain.
The blood flowing out of Chun Chun's trouser legs explained the source of the severe physical pain.
Knowing that he had no extra time to waste, Wilt didn't even have a chance to bandage his wounds. He could only pick up the fallen weapon, struggle to get up and continue moving forward. His heart was full of extreme regret for his immaturity just now.
and unwillingness.
"I should have moved earlier, I should have moved earlier! Why is this happening? Damn it! Damn it!"
The soles of his feet were bleeding, and Wilt, who was holding a weapon in his hand as a crutch, became a limp and disabled person. His right leg, whose Achilles tendon was broken, was almost completely useless and he was completely unable to walk upright.
Even if his right foot touches the ground with a little force, the heartbreaking pain that comes instantly can almost make Wilt faint from the pain. If it were not for the strong will of the soldier to support him, he would even be in pain on the spot.
It’s not necessary to shout out.
"I will not fail! Just wait until you die in my hands, you damn Russian!"
The previous killings were due to professional duties, but now, at the moment, his heart has been replaced by angry murderous intention. Wilt, who was regretful a moment ago, intends to cancel this personal grudge. He vowed to fight with the person who dared to hurt him.
The Russian sniper made the end.
Arriving at the window of another prepared sniper position, Wilt, who could no longer use his legs to balance and support his body, let go of the weapon that was used as a crutch and fell to the cold ground on the spot, leaning against the wall.
side.
The bullet to be fired had already been pushed into the barrel of the gun by the manual pull bolt. Wilt, who clearly remembered how many times he had fired, knew that he still had three chances left.
If the Russian sniper who already knew of his existence could not be eliminated within three bullets, Wilt felt that he would not have a fourth chance to fire after inserting bullets.
The Russian sniper with the kind of reaction speed just now is not inferior to him in any way, and now is the final moment to decide the fate of each other.
Through the location where the edge of the wall was penetrated just now, and the broken Achilles tendon of his right leg, which formed a ballistic straight line pointing to the battlefield, he could determine the third point, which was the location of the shooter. He recalled it clearly in his mind.
Wilt, who had just finished all the details, relied on the most passive way of finding the enemy after being beaten, and accurately estimated the location of the Russian who shot him.
Combining the possible direction and approximate distance of the opponent's movement after shooting, Wilt considered all the key factors in his brain within three seconds. He gritted his teeth, stood on one leg and ducked to send his body to the window position.
The black muzzle of the gun was pointing in the direction of the expected target almost before the body straightened up and stopped moving.
"Where!"
boom--
With his right eye fixed on the scope, Wilt clearly saw the vague figure of an unforgettable leather hat moving against the wall. At almost the same moment, he pulled the trigger in his hand, firing the hot bullet with the gun.
The spiral trajectory is sent out of the gun chamber.
That was the last thing he saw in his scope before turning his head to look at Kurt's body, the only feature that could be the murderer.
Keen intuition told Wilt that this guy with a special leather hat on his head and no helmet was the Russian sniper who killed Kurt and wounded himself.
Looking at the current situation, the opponent seemed to be changing his sniping position against a low wall. Wilt could even see the afterimage of the sniper rifle in the opponent's hand showing the corner of the scope while running.
Killing this bastard before he moved to the blind spot where he couldn't see, it was Wilt who held his breath and pulled the bolt again. He was unsteady due to the severe pain in his right foot and fired one bullet.
The only thing you are persistent about is what you want to accomplish at all costs.