Chapter 933 Precision Shooting

The captain, covering his head with his hands, still squatted in the crater made by the aerial bomb in the middle of the road and did not dare to move.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the captain always felt that Major Schmeisser, who had half of his head blown off by a gunshot, seemed to be not completely dead. The body with brains and blood mixed in a pool twitched and shook his thighs from time to time, as if at any time The way he can fake a corpse is simply frightening to watch.

"What should I do? What should I do!?"

The captain, gasping for breath, kept asking himself what to do. He had never encountered a situation like today. Being targeted by a Russian sniper only existed in legends in his mind. I never thought that such a terrible thing would happen to me one day.

"I can't die here. I have to live, at least I can't die in this hellish place!"

The shocking corpse of Major Schmeisser stimulated the captain's heart even more. The stronger the smell of blood floating in the cold air, the more the captain wanted to survive by any means necessary. He did not want to become like Major Schmeisser. Half of the head flew away from the body.

The captain had heard rumors about snipers using helmets to deceive their opponents, but he really had no idea whether the method would work.

With the attitude of trying to treat a dead horse as a live doctor, the captain took off the steel helmet on top of his head, picked it up at the muzzle of the MP40 submachine gun in his hand, raised it above his head with trembling hands, and poked it out of the hole. Besides, I don’t know what unexpected things will happen next.

call out--

jingle——

The helmet had just been raised less than five centimeters away from the edge of the pit when a rapidly approaching 62mm full-power rifle bullet sent it flying with sparks. The M35 helmet fell to the ground not far away and rolled on its forehead. A small hole was opened in the center. It seems that it has been completely penetrated without any suspense.

"Huh, this is so accurate. He is staring at me. He must be targeting me!"

The captain, whose breathing rate increased again, had no doubt in his mind.

If the shot just now had hit him on the forehead with his helmet on, even if half of his head hadn't been blown off, it would have opened a big hole in an instant. His own death was definitely no better than that of Major Schmeisser, which made the captain even more panicked.

"It's rare that you would use such a trick to deceive me."

Pulling the bolt again, the fired bullet casing fell to the ground. Boris, who manipulated the pull-back rotating bolt to push the bullet into the chamber again, continued to stare at his target. The German guy actually knew how to use it. The fact that the helmet deceived him really surprised him.

"Didn't you kill him with that shot just now? Boris.

"Idiot! You can tell with your eyes, right? There's no one under the helmet. That's a lie!"

The cute and cute observer Alexey only saw the helmet being shot away through the telescope, and instantly thought that Boris, who was always on target, had succeeded again. Speaking of which, this was the first time Alexey encountered a situation where a gun and a helmet appeared to deceive people while fighting with Boris.

"So that means the German guy isn't dead?"

"If you distract me with your nonsense again, I will kick you downstairs. I swear I'm not lying!"

"Okay, I won't say anything anymore."

No one knows what Boris is thinking, that he would bring such a rookie to follow him. For ordinary experienced snipers, it is the biggest taboo to be assigned to such a rookie as an observer. This may cause them to lose their lives on the battlefield where every second counts, but Boris, with his weird personality, is just the opposite. in.

Maybe Alexey, who is honest and very obedient, is willing to work as Boris's horse without any complaints?

Who can say for sure? Anyway, this is the reality. God doesn’t know why, but there is no God in the land of the Soviet Union.

Holding the old Mosin-Nagant sniper rifle with scratches even on the butt, he continued to stare at the crater. Boris relied on his always very accurate sixth sense to firmly believe that this German guy would definitely come out of the crater again. He emerged from the pit and planned to escape, and that's when he harvested heads again.

"Bob Boris"

"What?"

Alexei spoke timidly and quietly again. Boris, who was completely motionless, continued to set up the sniper rifle in his hand and stared at the crater. However, his tone of voice was much more relaxed than before, and it sounded as if he had just finished an argument. General.

"Should we destroy the German machine gun first? He has been shooting there for more than ten seconds."

Boris, who had excellent eyesight, glanced sideways in the direction of Alexei's finger with the corner of his eye, and indeed saw a German MG34 general-purpose machine gun standing behind a crater and firing wildly, but it still remained motionless. The gun was pointed without any intention of changing the target.

"That German guy won't live long. If you have nothing to do, just time it yourself and see how many seconds it takes for him to disappear."

"Disappear? What disappeared."

boom--

Before Alexei finished speaking, an 85mm full-caliber high-explosive grenade was fired directly at the German machine gunner and exploded on the spot.

Alexey, whose attention was diverted by the conversation, did not see the specific scene of the explosion. He only saw the corpses of the German machine gunners that were blown to pieces after the smoke dissipated.

A thigh was hanging in a very weird posture on the wreckage of a tank nearby. A twist-shaped metal object that could barely be identified as a gun barrel flew about ten meters away. With the help of the telescope in his hand, he took in everything. Alexei's eyes were filled with a considerable degree of disbelief.

"How did you guess that? Boris, this German guy died too quickly!"

""

Boris no longer wanted to answer Alexey's silly question. The strange situation coming from the crater had already attracted his attention.

"I knew you were going to run away! Damn it!"

The panicked captain had just climbed to half the height of the edge of the crater when a 62mm full-caliber rifle bullet from Boris's hand hit him in the butt.

The young captain was lucky, because the 62mm full-power rifle bullet did not roll after entering the flesh, and did not cause a cavity effect of large-scale damage. Instead, it maintained a straight forward trajectory and only hit his butt. The last shot made two small holes.

Although he was not killed by the shot, the sharp pain that came from his buttocks made the captain scream, and he fell down on the edge of the pit on the spot and almost fainted from the pain.