Battle of the Third Reich

"I don’t think something is right, Wilson, the Germans are crazy, we have to leave here. Halche, give me another magazine and open the box. Why the **** evacuation order hasn’t arrived yet, it’s not that someone will send us a notice ?"

Scott drew back his head quickly from the window, and the dense bullets hit a large piece of brick debris and stucco on the edge of the window, and the deputy shooter Halche coughed.

"Damn German, this bunch of country buns, come try this."

Scott inserted a new magazine, took a deep breath, settled, and then stood up violently, holding a machine gun and shooting out of the window, but he hadn’t waited for him to shoot three or four bursts. The bullet forced him to retract under the window sill again.

"I was stared at by them, Wilson, did you see the Germans' actions clearly?"

"What do you think, damn, the Germans are ready to attack."

Wilson was also lifted by the machine gun, and blocked the upper and lower windows with a machine gun. The German shooter's skill was very unusual.

"They may have to come over the wall. Can you see the situation by the wall?"

Scott glanced quickly out of the window, and the windowsill covered with bullet casings blocked his sight.

The window of the tower where he is located is very narrow, and there is a small window sill that extends out. If he wants to see the situation under the tower, it is only necessary to stand up, but now it is basically looking for death.

"They seem to be preparing something."

Taking advantage of the German machine gun shooting, Wilson stood up bravely and looked down at the tower. He saw a team of German soldiers running fast along the fence with their waists. Two of them ran to the wall facing the tower. Squatted down.

Because of the cover of the wall, Wilson could only see the shaking gray helmet, not knowing what the two soldiers were doing.

"Try to give them a lesson."

Wilson picked up his sniper rifle and aimed at one of the helmets. Before waiting for Wilson to buckle his opponent into his sight, the machine gun started shooting wildly at his position again. Obviously the other saw the barrel of Wilson sticking out of the window.

"Jesus Christ...."

Just before Wilson retracted from the window in awkwardness, he glanced into the sight with a creepy sight.

He finally saw what the two soldiers were busy with, and they were installing a tubular part on the muzzle of their Mauser rifle.

Wilson clearly remembered that the instructor had shown him drawings and objects of that kind of thing in training before, and what made him more memorable was the power of this kind of thing.

Wilson gritted his teeth and braved the splashing brick limestone to look out again, and saw at a glance that the two German soldiers were now reaching out to aim with their respective rifles, and the black grenade launcher was facing their own. window.

"Grenade! Covert!"

Wilson shouted loudly that he had never expected that he could make such a loud shout, and then quickly forwarded a servant, lying on the cold stone steps.

"Boom...Boom..."

Two violent explosions instantly blasted in Wilson's ears, and the commando's top soldier held his head tightly and made a meaningless shout.

He was completely terrified. It was the first time he tasted the power of a close-up explosion. The scorching air waves, shattered with fragments of broken walls, roared an inch above his back, brick debris and grenade fragments splashing around.

Wilson felt as if he had been punched fiercely in the back. Strangely, he just felt a little dull without any pain.

His head was like a sap. Wilson had this experience. It was in an alley behind a pub in London. That time, he lost three months' allowance and a new uniform.

Wilson's eyes widened vigorously, but in front of him there was only a bright white light and a rotating golden light spot, as if he saw something, but he could not distinguish the shape. Like cotton stuffed in the ears, all sounds seemed to come from a far away with a long aftertone.

"Wilson, Wilson..."

A few weak shouts came from his ears, Wilson shook his head hard, and the white light in front of him began to dissipate. Although still dizzy, he could finally distinguish the scene in front of him.

"God, Sergeant Scott..."

The first sight was the pale face of machine gunner Sergeant Scott.

Scott was dead. The poor machine gunner failed to escape the attack of the German grenade. A shrapnel hit his forehead. His body was less than a yard from Wilson, and the superior soldier could clearly see the terrible burnt black wound and the thick liquid that was pouring from there.

Scott stared at the roof slab with glaring eyes, and the moment of surprise in the shot solidified on that face forever, and he could see that he was killed on the spot without much pain.

"Damn, damn, damn!"

Wilson thumped the ground fiercely with his fists. He participated in many battles and witnessed countless deaths, but this was the first time he saw a close and familiar friend die by his side.

"Wilson...help me..."

The faint cry for help sounded again, and Wilson remembered that there was another comrade here.

"Halce, how are you?"

Wilson raised his head and searched for Halce's figure, and found the unlucky deputy shooter by a pile of ammunition boxes around the corner of the stairs.

"I think I was injured, Wilson, help me."

Halche raised his hand and extended it to Wilson, whose hand was now red with blood.

"Don't move there, Halce."

Wilson slowly climbed up, and then he felt a terrible sting coming from his back, something must have been hit in the back. Wilson knelt down on the stairs, calming down a little. He wanted to explore the wound behind him, but found that his arm was out of reach. But it seems that the situation is not very bad, at least he can still act now.

"Halce, I'm here, stay there and don't move."

Wilson picked up his sniper rifle, then carefully looked out of the gap in the wall, the two German soldiers were no longer there.

The sound of guns around was more intense than before, and one or two explosions erupted from time to time in the yard. I don’t know if it was a grenade or that kind of grenade. Wilson knew that his comrades must now be in a bitter fight. It was a miracle that they could resist until now. That is because the Germans have been stubbornly unwilling to launch a strong attack.

Wilson fell down on the stairs again, and then slowly climbed along the root of the wall toward the corner platform of the stairs. He did not know whether the machine gun was still aiming here. Now the window connected to the wall below had been completely blown away. , Revealing a huge hole, anyway, it would never be a good idea to expose yourself to that hole.

"Harce, where do you hurt, be sure to hold on."

Wilson finally climbed hard to Halche's side. Because of the body in the middle of Scott, he could only climb over the body of the machine gunner, so that the military uniform was covered with the blood and medullary fluid of the machine gunner.

"The German hit me in the stomach, and my legs are unconscious."

Halche let go of the hands that pressed the wound tightly, and blood suddenly poured out of the hole like a spring.

"Damn! Hold on, brother, let me check."

In fact, without inspection, Wilson knew that Halche was not saved, but in order to comfort the other party, he still tore apart the military uniform that Harchel had been soaked with blood, and checked the wound.

The wound is located a little to the right above the navel. Because the blood has been flowing out, it is impossible to see the shape and size of the wound.

"It doesn't look too bad, you can support it."

Wilson wiped the thick blood from his hands on his pants, and then pulled out his first aid kit from his underwear bag.

"Well, I also think I can go over it, but it looks scary, I won't die, right."

Halche's face had turned into a horrible blue-gray color due to excessive blood loss, but he still put a smile on his face, his eyes full of desire to live.

"Of course, you will survive, brother."

Wilson didn't dare to look at Halche's eyes. He tore down the first aid kit, pulled out a large piece of cotton wool and a bandage and pressed it on Halche's wound.

"Hold on, brother."

"Of course, I won't be okay. I haven't slept with Mary before. I won't die..."

Halche nodded weakly with a smile.

"Good thing, brother. You lie here first, press the wound hard, I will now kill a few Germans to vent for you, and then we will go back to England together."

Wilson picked up his sniper rifle, and the flames of hatred were now burning in the sniper's chest.

"Okay, Wilson...I think I can hold it up. You must...must kill me more Germans for a few days."

Halche nodded weakly at Wilson.

Wilson desperately resisted the tears coming out of his eyes, he wiped his face with his sleeves hard, and then smiled at Halche and nodded, turned around and walked slowly towards the hole with his waist. .

Walking to the hole, he carefully plucked half of his head and looked out. He could not see any shadow of German soldiers in the yard. A German machine gun group was playing intermittently towards the church beside the gate of the wall Burst.

Wilson calmed his breath, then picked up the sniper rifle and aimed at a deputy shooter who was looking up at an ammo box probe.

The sound of guns mixed in 1903 was so thin and inconspicuous in the dense guns around. The German machine gun came to an abrupt stop. The machine gunner stared blankly at his comrade who suddenly fell on him, but when he saw the comrade on his helmet He suddenly understood the sudden bullet hole.

The German machine gunner whispered to the comrades on the side and quickly turned the muzzle of the machine gun towards the tower. He had never imagined that after such severe damage, there would still be people who could survive.

However, he had no chance to avenge his deputy shooter. One second later, the same bullet penetrated into his skull from between his eyebrows, and the German soldier looked up his head in a weird posture, then fell on his beloved machine gun.

"Two, I killed two Germans, Halce."

Wilson turned back excitedly and yelled at Halche, but he saw Halche's pale face and paralyzed body, and the young deputy shooter smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it!"

Wilson pulled the bolt hard, and a strong bloodthirsty desire ignited in the sniper's mind. He was determined to shoulder the hatred of those who died, and he must use more German bodies to pay back.

"You savage Germans, come here. You shit, look at your awkward appearance, and let your mother see the blush that will blush for you, you maggots in the sewers."

Wilson held his sniper rifle steady, without any fear of the machine gun bullets passing by fast around him, and he fired a round of bullets coldly while cursing loudly.

He saw that the German soldiers were suppressed by himself in the corner, and he felt a little satisfied. But he thinks this is not enough. Only three Germans have died under the gun so far, and two others were just injured, and they were dragged by the comrades behind the sheltered wall before he was ready to make up a shot. .

Another target, the German soldier seemed to be ready to make up for the position of the machine gunner who was killed. Wilson pointed the aiming point coldly at the soldier's abdomen.

A brutal grin appeared in the corner of Wilson's mouth, but when he was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly felt a sense of panic, as if he had become a prey for others.

It was an instinctive reaction of the field-tested veteran. Wilson felt that the hair on his neck had been erected, and his back was cold. The terrible feeling even covered the pain in the wound behind him.

Wilson pointed the gun sharply at the cemetery under the tower, and he felt the danger came from there.

Flowers? No.

By the wall? No.

Madonna? No.

Looking at the German helmet with a hole in the side of the statue, Wilson sneered.

But when he moved his sight away from the statue of Our Lady, he suddenly noticed that a gray figure at the base of the statue moved.

"That **** doesn't..."

This was the last half of what Wilson’s best soldiers said in this world, and then a hot Mauser rifle passed through his throat.

Wilson reached out to grab the edge of the wall, but he failed to do so.

With a sneer, he clenched his fists in the void, and the British sniper rolled out of the hole with a soft body and fell heavily on the wet mud floor under the tower, twitching. . . . Dead.

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