Chapter 21 Forging Steel

Listening to the "puff" sound of bullet drilling into the soil, Lin En felt a strong feeling in his heart - they were only a few centimeters away from him. As soon as he raised his head, the bullets would penetrate the steel helmet and cause a tragic phenomenon of brain bursting. He was troubled by this "intuition" when he was holding the frontline position, but after the tempering of blood and fire and the test of life and death, Lin En can now convince himself with rational thinking. It is said that new soldiers are afraid of cannons and veterans are afraid of machine guns, and their experience is not enough to be accurate.

When identifying the distance of the bullet trajectory, he did not blindly look up, but took out the mirror from his pocket. To be precise, it was a broken lens less than half the size of his slap. He pinched its most prominent edge with his index finger and thumb, and the mirror slowly moved upwards against himself. From the thick eyebrows and big eyes upwards, there was a dark green m42-type "large-eared steel helmet". From the top of the steel helmet to the upper edge of the crater, it was less than 5 cm away from the top of the steel helmet to the upper edge of the crater. Then, you can see the situation in front through the reflection of the lens.

The woods are still the same forest. The charred stumps and muddy land form a picture of purgatory. There is almost no white snow in sight. Under the destruction of artillery fire and the trampling of human feet, they have turned into transparent residual ice. In "Purgatory", the Soviet infantrymen who took off their white coats moved forward as skillfully and carefully like mountain antelopes. The fastest one has passed the blockade of the previous group of companions.

Moving the lens left and right to observe the situation on both sides, Lynn quickly stopped and stuffed the lens back into his pocket - this inconspicuous little thing might become a "life-saving mirror" on the battlefield. At the same time, he turned his head slightly and shouted to the "butcher": "Pig killer, Ferrell?" (Sergeant, did you open fire?)

And regardless of whether the grammar is correct or not, this is the most complicated thing that Lynn can speak in German under the current circumstances.

Soon, the high-pitched voice of the "butcher" came from the fox pit not far away, and it sounded very rhythmic: "Alou...Foboheedon...Foer!" (All... Pay attention to... Shoot!)

When the last voice fell, Lin En turned over without hesitation, and took the rifle as fast as possible. With strong self-confidence, he did not think much, and the figure on the opposite side instantly pulled the trigger when it was frozen on the sight.

The gunshots, but the person does not fall. Lin En was shocked and immediately annoyed: Not only did the target's movement speed and direction be calculated this time, the rifle's watch ruler was also set at 300 meters. It seems that there is no pride or carelessness on the battlefield!

The gunshots around them were crackling, and the mg34/42 that had previously supported them was particularly cheerful. Amid the pleasant sound of "torching the linen", the fastest-running Soviet infantry fell down a row, but the ones behind neither turned around and ran away nor stopped to shoot, but maintained a "jump forward" posture. Then, the sound of heavy machine guns sounded in the rear made a reasonable explanation for their tactics: a few shuttles of bullets were swept down, and the gunshots on the German side were immediately suppressed.

After the first shot, Lin Neng pressed down his head and body. As soon as he pushed the bolt back to his original position, he suddenly felt a bullet flying over his head, and even one rubbed against the top of the steel helmet. The sound of a spoon scraping a porcelain plate made him tight all over his body, and his back suddenly became cool. After taking a deep breath, he eliminated the distracting thoughts, raised his head and raised his rifle to level with his shoulders, aimed quickly and calculated the difference. Since he had no time to adjust the scale, he deliberately lowered the muzzle, held the guardrail with his left hand and made the butt tightly press against his chest and shoulders, and his right hand only exerted force with his fingers.

When the gunshots and the person falls, there is a faint relief in my heart.

He lowered his head, bent his body, quickly pulled the bolt, and retreated the watch ruler on the rifle 100 meters back, took a deep breath, jumped up, aimed, and shot. The figure in front of the sight swayed and fell down tilted. When he retracted back to the crater, Lin Neng calculated that the shooting lasted less than 5 seconds, and his rapid and coherent posture made him yell at himself "beautiful".

Just as Lin En was about to raise his head to shoot again, a round of bullets hit the edge of the crater, and the mud shavings splashed on his helmet and face - this was not an illusion. Lin En wiped his face with his right hand, and the mud almost got confused. He didn't know whether the Soviet army's heavy machine gun swept the mountain back and forth, or had noticed his firepower point. Hearing that his companions were still shooting, he decided to continue taking risks. He held his breath and stood up.

The bullet crater was probed out of the head, neck and shoulders. In just a moment, the Soviet infantry rushed closer, so that the submachine gun in the hand of the "butcher" also began to speak. The target was closer, and the figure in the sight of the sight naturally increased, and the calculation difference was much easier. In this way, Lin Neng completed the shooting in less than 5 seconds, and after seeing the target being shot, he threw the gun and leaned back exaggeratedly, and he seemed to hear the muffled groan from his mouth!

Without any compassion in his heart, Lin En felt that he had become a cold-blooded murder machine. He retracted back into the crater again, and counted that there was still a bullet left in the built-in bullet bay of the rifle, so he skillfully pulled the bolt and loaded it. At this moment, he suddenly heard the "butcher" shouting "Calat", which was a "new word" that Lin En had never heard of. Just as he was wondering, he suddenly glanced at something smoking flying forward, and then realized that the "butcher" was giving the order to throw grenades. When he took off his wooden grenade from his belt, the banging sound had already come from the front, instantly overwhelming the "Ula" sound that rose and fell.

I have never eaten pork, and I have seen pigs running. Lin Neng unscrew the cap at the tail of the grenade as the scene in the movie, and the thin cable snail fell out naturally. This time, Lin Neng looked up directly and looked forward. The smoke from the explosion of the grenade was not very thick. He could clearly see that the attacking Soviet soldiers fell down. The ones behind were still more than 100 meters long. He could not use the mountain to throw the grenade so far. Thinking of this, Lin Neng put the grenade aside. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the Soviet army being a little confused, he found a "unlucky guy" who was even more unlucky than himself. This shot went directly.

The retracted crater loaded a row of bullets on the rifle. As the Soviet soldiers were approaching a little, they grabbed the grenade, held the right hand under the wooden handle, and pulled the cable with their trembling left hand, but they did not hear the legendary hissing sound. Seeing that white smoke had emerged from the bottom of the wooden handle, they leaned back with their right hand and threw it out with all their might. Seeing the grenade rolling longitudinally in the air, he suddenly worried whether he had thrown it too high - if the grenade exploded in the air, the killing effect would probably not be too good.

Facts proved that Lin Neng's concern was completely unnecessary. Under the influence of his own gravity, the grenade drew a high-angle parabola, and it took about a second to explode after landing. This time was not enough for the reaction of the Soviet infantry around him. The three of them were blown away directly, and several others were affected. It seemed that even if they did not die, they would be seriously injured.

After protruding the head and seeing the whole process of the grenade from falling to explosion, Lin Neng lowered his head and picked up the rifle, brewed for two or three seconds, and got up and fired again. This time he had just pulled the trigger, and a mortar shell from the Soviet army was clamoring that it landed several meters away. The power of the explosion was second, but the steel helmet was hit hard, and Lin Neng's head became stuffy. For a moment, he thought he was hung up by shrapnel. He fell on his back and sat in the crater. For two seconds, his head was blank. When a clear pain came from the upper part of his forehead.

Only then did he dare to be lucky - this pain was a blunt impact rather than a sharp weapon to peel the bones. After two seconds, he reached out and untied his pocket and took off the helmet. It was said that the SS's helmet was coated with a shield-shaped double lightning logo on the right, and the "Wan" symbol on the left was a red background and a white circle of "Wan" symbols, but the helmet painted with sand color had no marking pattern. At this moment, a similar prism-shaped hole suddenly appeared on the front of the helmet. Turn over and look at the lining. If the kinetic energy of the shrapnel is larger, his life will be explained here!

After leaving in front of the throne of death again, Lin En was filled with mixed feelings, but the sound of gunfire from far and near reminded him that he was still on the battlefield. As long as the throne of death is willing, he can take away this humble life at any time.
Chapter completed!