Chapter 105: Kill without mercy

From the top of the slope to the pine forest in the northwest, the straight line distance is only more than one hundred meters.

This distance is within the effective range of the Mosin Nagan manual rifle and the MP44 assault rifle, as well as the kill range of the Mauser M1932 assault pistol.

Lin Neng picked up the Soviet rifle in a steady manner, and through the three-fold enlarged scope, he saw a lot of noise in the woodland. On the small open space between several pine trees, a guy with an officer-like appearance waved his hands in an exaggerated manner, as if he was very dissatisfied with the soldiers' slowness.

Like the German sniper scope, the Soviet army also used etching technology. The setting of the three-line aiming line allows snipers to easily locate their prey. During the assault team training camp, although Linn only took a professional sniper course, he had deeply imprinted the necessary sniper knowledge in his mind. Considering the wind direction here and the essential gravity and distance factors, he slightly shifted the center of the aiming line to the upper left. At this time, the figure in the sniper scope turned clockwise, showing his broad back to Linn, who used a sniper rifle for the first time in actual combat. Of course, this "graceful gift" must be accepted with a smile.

Bang...

The gunshot sounded on the open slope, and the refraction of the surrounding hills formed an extremely faint echo effect, which contrasted with its crispness.

In the sniper lens, the target fell down like a plastic model in a shop window.

Moving the sniper lens slightly, Lin En immediately found that his commander had been sniped when he saw the Soviet soldiers around him. Some ran over to rescue him, while some looked at him with guns, but because he was not mentally prepared, no one noticed where the cold gun was shot.

Lynn calmly pulled the bolt on the bullet, then picked up the rifle, turning his gaze to the cars and motorcycles hidden in the woods. At this time, the fast-reacting Soviet soldiers were climbing up the car. Lynn first locked the target of a jeep. Although it was not completely convertible, it used a steel-bone canvas tent like the Hoshikfz15 he had been sitting on, and had almost no defense against the bullet. Aiming at the driver's position, when he realized that the vehicle was shaking and gray smoke came out of the exhaust port, he immediately pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang...

When no one was shooting around, the gunshots sounded on the top of the slope were dull, which immediately attracted the attention of some Soviet soldiers in the forest. Lin En had no time to pay attention to the results of the battle, nor did he continue to pull the bullets, but he held the rifle with the empty gun chamber and carefully and carefully observed the changes on the opposite side with the scope: several Soviet soldiers wearing steel helmets and windbreakers were anxiously trying to start their tricycles. The soldiers who were supposed to be sitting in the standby used motorcycles as temporary cover and fired at them with submachine guns or turntable light machine guns. Many soldiers were desperately entering the car that had no bulletproof function. It seemed that their original plan was to surround the village when they heard the gunshots. As for those who had neither got on the car nor ran to the car and motorcycles, they also picked up their respective weapons at this moment, and the crackling gunshots quickly became dense.

Although the Soviet soldiers were fighting back fiercely, their bullets were not threatening to Lynn for the time being. Listening to the bullets flying overhead or hitting the surrounding ground, the alternate officer of the "Vampire" commando calmly put Mosin Nagan down calmly, picked up the mp44 from the side, smoothly pulled it flat, aimed at the areas where the cars and motorcycles were located, gently pressed against the butt stock on the right cheek, closed his left eye naturally, and then pulled the trigger in a single-shot mode.

Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap...

To Linen, the German assault rifle using intermediate power bullets made a sound when it fired quickly, and the sound made by the Mosin Nagan sniper rifle was much more pleasant than the Mosin Nagan sniper rifle just now. He clasped the middle and upper part of the curved magazine with his left hand. Whenever his shoulder was subjected to the backward thrust of the butt stock, his left hand exerted force accordingly. Fortunately, the bullet was released and pulled the upward muzzle back to its original position in time, so that the shooting point would shrink in a relatively small area. Across one or two hundred meters, Linen could not hear the wailing sound of the Soviet soldiers when they were shot, nor could they see their movements and expressions with their naked eyes. He only knew that the dark red bullets flew out of the barrel one after another, and then disappeared into the dark shadows of the pine forest, shooting at the Soviet officers and soldiers who had never thought they would become prey...

With 30 rounds of bullets fired, Lin En used his famous "5-second bullet-changing technology". With the magazine full of bullets, he was not in a hurry to continue shooting, but calmly observed the situation in the woods. After nearly a minute, the gunshots of the Soviet army's counterattack were gradually becoming dense and accurate. Just now, several bullets had hit less than twenty centimeters away, which had posed a substantial threat to himself. Listen carefully, the roar of vehicles was heard in the forest.

The sniper rifle was right at hand, but Lin Neng did not pick it up for observation at this time. He continued to kneel on one knee, poked out the pit where the Soviet army secretly whistled was used to hide. The muzzle of the assault rifle was slightly pressed down and aimed at the edge of the southeast corner of the woods. With his strong intuition, he believed that the Soviet army's cars and motorcycles would rush out from the south or east...

There was neither the clear sound of the sports car acceleration nor the fierce bullets that were concealed in advance. Without any warning, a convertible car with a similar appearance to a US jeep drove out of the woods. Lynn's index finger on the trigger had already exerted force, but he saw a motorcycle following the car. He immediately panned the muzzle and put the sight on those motorcycles with smaller targets but easier to intercept - their speed has not been fully added at this moment. Once they run at full speed, it will be very difficult to intercept!

The point shot is still a quick point shot of about 1.5 seconds apart. Whenever the muzzle is "pulled" by the left hand and the target's fuzzy outline appears in the sight, Lin Neng pulls the trigger without hesitation. At this time, he completely ignores the bullets shot by the enemy. He is controlled by inertial thinking, and his coordinated limbs operate in the simplest and fastest way, just like a simple but very fine machine tool.

Three rounds of bullets killed the driver on the first motorcycle, which rushed to the side and eventually turned over; three rounds of bullets not only killed the driver of the second motorcycle, but also hit and ignited its engine; three rounds of bullets made the third motorcycle repeat the trajectory of the first motorcycle.

Lin Neng paused for a moment, opened his left eye to observe the front. At this time, only the car that rushed out first was left in the east of the forest, and on the south of the forest, there were more than a dozen or twenty Soviet soldiers appearing on their own. They lowered their heads, bent over, and took a few steps before stopping to fire and cover them. The "bobosha" in their hands was quite fierce at this distance.

Fast weighing the situation on the battlefield, Lin En decided to temporarily put these minions aside and concentrate on killing the Soviet car that could rescue the village from afar and bend around him. He moved the gun, aimed slightly, and became busy again with his index finger on his right hand.

One shot, two shots, three shots... Lin En felt that every bullet was hit where he wanted to shoot, which was just "shoot wherever he pointed", but practical experience and rational thinking reminded him that some of these bullets must have been drifted away. So he fired twelve bullets in one breath, and he stopped shooting until the Soviet car twisted unorganizedly like a drunkard. Before turning his attention and the muzzle back to the front, he saw the car rushing towards the woods from the corner of his eyes.

OK, it's your turn, little bastards!
Chapter completed!