Chapter 173: Polish Campaign (36)

The battles in the streets, the winding streets, the complex terrain, and the enemies hidden in the dark make street fighting full of countless unpredictable factors. Once close combat, the artillery coverage and aircraft bombing cover in the rear have lost their meaning. Even if observers can be sent to guide the artillery, the slightest deviation in the firing parameters of the artillery will cause great accidental injuries. Moreover, if the intelligence is not followed up with the front-line troops in time, the unfamiliarity with the complex terrain is enough to make the enemy's ambush bury an excellent unit.

And the looming snipers are the death gods that dominate ordinary troops. One shot, one life, and one shot.

In Warsaw, in a dilapidated building that has been blown up halfway, sniper Michel stared at a street 500 meters away through the scope on the SVD. The street fighting troops have not yet advanced there, and it is very likely that they will catch the trace of the Poles.

A little closer, there is a destroyed Polish light tank. It is unknown how many tanks the Poles have gathered in the city. These tanks can be bombed in a few rounds of bombing. Fortunately, the Iron Fist rockets have been distributed to the squad level of the street fighting troops, which can easily deal with these fragile tanks.

I saw a wild dog that came out of nowhere carefully walked to the wreckage of the tank, curiously looking back and forth at the damaged steel armor. I don’t know why I suddenly became interested in it. Could it be that I want to settle down there?

Michelle stared at the dog's every move through the six-fold scope. They stayed here motionless for several hours, and he was really a little bored.

In fact, sniper tactics are very similar to submarine interception at sea. Many times, you have to face boring waiting, and achieving results is a rare case of good luck.

At this time, Martin, an observer on the side, suddenly said in a hurry. "One hundred and fifty meters, enemy!"

One hundred and fifty meters? Michelle quickly turned the muzzle of the gun and looked at where Martin pointed. Behind a wall on the street, a sneaky head was looking out.

Seeing the dishevelled appearance of this man, Michelle did not rush to pull the trigger, but waited patiently.

Martin muttered with some curiosity. "Where did these guys come from?"

The street fighting troops had advanced to 300 meters away. They cleared every building to ensure that there would be no danger. How did this guy avoid the search?

As he spoke, the guy turned over and jumped over the wall and jumped out. He was covered with dirt and dust, but it could still be seen that he was wearing a Polish military uniform and holding a submachine gun in his hand.

Although the country was destroyed in less than a month, Poland had independently developed a submachine gun. This submachine gun has a very domineering name, called "Death". Its maximum theoretical rate of fire can reach 1200 rounds/minute, catching up with the firing rate of the German MG42 general-purpose machine gun, which can cover many machine guns at the time. It is called the "Death" submachine gun, and it deserves its name. This submachine gun uses a 24-round detachable magazine, and all bullets can be fired in just 25 seconds.

For a machine gun, a firing rate of 1200 rounds per minute means death, but for a submachine gun, such a high firing rate is a big problem. The recoil spring is too stiff and the gunshot is too short, which is the fundamental reason for the high firing rate of this submachine gun.

Due to the high firing rate, one of the important problems to be solved during the development of the Death Submachine Gun is to reduce the firing rate. After a series of improvements, the firing rate of this submachine gun was reduced to 750 rounds per minute. But this firing rate was still too fast at the time.

Because of the long development cycle and the late ordering time (the Polish military ordered this submachine gun in batches in March 1939), until the war began, only a few dozen guns were produced with the sample gun.

After jumping out, he did not rush to leave, but looked around vigilantly for a while, then picked up a small stone and threw it into the wall.

"What does this guy want to do?" The next second, the two of them stared in amazement as Polish soldiers jumped out of the wall one after another, a dozen of them.

"Heh! These guys, one shot will kill you all." Martin was about to pick up the walkie-talkie at hand to notify the artillery in the rear, but was stopped by Michel. "How can I let others have the meat at my fingertips?" He took out a silencer as thick as an arm from the backpack next to him and installed it on the muzzle of the SVD. He took out two magazines filled with subsonic bullets and placed them in a convenient place, and used one to replace the magazine on the gun.

At this time, the group of Polish soldiers were walking towards this side cautiously. Each of them was holding either a submachine gun or a machine gun, and there were several grenades hanging around their waists. It seemed that they were preparing to infiltrate the rear and make a big fuss.

Michel aimed the cross of the scope at the Polish soldier walking in front and gently pulled the trigger.

Puff! With a muffled sound, his shoulder felt the recoil, and the Polish soldier knelt on the ground holding his stomach.

"What's wrong with you?" Just as the others behind him were about to step forward to check, Michel pulled the trigger repeatedly, hitting seven or eight people at once.

Only then did the Polish soldiers react, and the rest immediately lay down.

"Haha, a bunch of idiots!" Michel couldn't help but sneer. If these people fled in all directions, maybe a few of them could escape. Lying on the ground like this is just waiting to die.

He replaced the new magazine as quickly as possible, aimed at the remaining Polish soldiers, and pulled the trigger again.

When the unlucky Polish soldiers finally realized that something was wrong and were ready to flee, only three or four people could get up, and they fell to the ground before they ran a few steps.

"It's so cool!" Michelle took a deep breath and inhaled the gunpowder smell that filled the surroundings into his nose. "Twenty bullets, 16 enemies, not bad." After evaluating his performance just now, Michelle put on thick gloves, removed the hot silencer, and put it aside.

"Ha, you guy." Martin shook his head speechlessly. Michelle's shooting skills are good, but he is also quite cruel. Unless it is a covert operation, he will never kill the enemy with one shot, but will only shoot at the part that can make people lose their combat effectiveness but will not kill them immediately.

Just like now, more than a dozen Polish soldiers fell to the ground and wailed 100 meters away.

Michelle called it "mercy", which is to give them time to repent before their death.

Martin felt that the pain of being shot was almost dead, so how could he have the mind to repent before his death, it would be better to give them a quick death.

Michelle said while changing a new magazine. "There are two guys who can't die. Notify the rear to take them for interrogation to see where they came from."

"Okay." Martin picked up the walkie-talkie and reported the situation here to the rear. After the report, he also packed up and prepared to move to another place.