Chapter 372 Soviet-Finnish War (24)

Simon and Tias, who returned to the camp, heard some bad news. A sniper team was attacked, and three of the five snipers were killed, but the other side was not hurt at all and retreated safely.

"Hey, it seems to be a master. Where were they attacked?" Seeing the location marked on the map, Tias nodded. "It's a bit far, but it's worth a trip. These days, I've only killed soldiers, which is really boring. Notify all the snipers nearby to evacuate, so as not to be accidentally injured by our own people."

After a quick lunch and replenishing new supplies, the two set off to the place where the snipers were attacked.

When passing a highway, the two stopped and listened carefully for a while with their ears tilted. The dull sound of car engines came faintly in the distance.

"There is a convoy!"

"No tank escort yet."

The people took off their guns in tacit understanding, hid on both sides of the road, and soon saw several trucks appear in the distance.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, piling up thickly on the ground. The snow that had fallen earlier had already frozen into ice in the low temperature of more than 30 degrees below zero. The tires of the cars with anti-skid chains still slipped every three steps on this icy road. "What a damn place." The driver of the first truck cursed fiercely.

The soldier in the co-pilot seat held his rifle tightly. He had never relaxed all the way. "I heard that the Finns are very active during this period. They can slide freely on the entire front line on sleds. Many brothers have suffered losses from them. It would be bad if we met them."

"It should be okay. The Finns are now worried about how to defend their defense line. How can they have the spare energy to attack us?" The driver's words were more like comforting himself than comforting others.

Before he finished speaking, there was a light snap, the windshield was shattered, and the driver's neck leaned back heavily, and the blood sprayed out instantly splashed all over the cab.

The Soviet soldier in the passenger seat screamed in fear, but he was powerless. He could only watch the car that lost control rush down the roadbed and overturn. He was knocked dizzy and before he could recover, he was killed by a bullet.

These logistics and transportation troops had little combat power to begin with, and they could only watch the other side kill them one by one.

The two of them took their time to call out the names of the lambs to be slaughtered in the convoy until there was no more moving targets in the car.

After confirming that there were no survivors, Tias leisurely took out a knife and carved a mark on the butt of the gun.

Eastern countries such as China, Japan, and South Korea all use the word "正" to count, and although Europe and the United States do not use the word "正", they are almost the same. Their counting method is to draw four vertical lines, and the fifth line is a horizontal line that runs through the four lines, which is the word "卌".

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5..." Tias counted more than a dozen 卌characters on the butt of the gun. He whistled excitedly. "15 in total, 25 more to go and I'll be remembered forever. " Fifteen "卌", that is to say, he has killed 75 enemies. As long as he kills 25 more, he will be qualified to have his statue erected in the Imperial War Museum. "Simon, how many did you kill?"

Simon counted the "卌" on the butt of his gun. "1, 2, 3... 14, 16; three, 83."

"Hey!" Tias looked unconvinced, and then sighed helplessly. "Who gave you such a good talent?" He also had to admit that if his gun was not equipped with a scope, he probably wouldn't be able to achieve a score of 75 kills.

For a sniper, not having a scope is like a chef without a spoon, but Simon still did it. He was able to kill the opponent accurately without a scope, relying not only on his superb personal professional ability, but also on his own physical physiological functions.

Simon is a natural farsighted person.

The so-called hyperopia means that you can't see clearly at close range, but can see clearly at a distance; the deeper the degree of hyperopia, the clearer you can see at a distance.

This physiological defect of hyperopia has become a skill for Simon in his sniping work. This skill has led him to break through the bottleneck of his career and helped him become the strongest sniper in the world. In later generations, he was the world's number one sniper. When people talk about snipers, they think of him first.

Simon smiled disapprovingly. The two found a box of grenades from one of the carriages, threw one into each carriage, and blew up all the vehicles.

After nightfall, they encountered a Soviet camp.

Several Soviet soldiers were sitting around the campfire preparing their dinner. Suddenly, a soldier who was holding a spoon and was about to stuff potatoes into his mouth stiffened and tilted his body, and fell silently into the arms of his comrades beside him.

"Sniper!" The soldiers around were shocked, and they quickly jumped up and grabbed the rifles placed next to them, looking around nervously. It was not until the fourth and fifth soldiers fell that they determined that the bullets were fired from the woods in the distance. The Soviet Degtyarev light machine guns began to fire wildly at the woods.

Tias and Simon hid behind a big tree and pulled the trigger again and again. Every time they pulled the trigger, a Soviet soldier fell on the cold snow opposite.

The dark forest was like a silent monster under the cover of night. Even if the Soviet soldiers exposed to the bonfire lay on the snow, it was still useless. The figure next to the bright bonfire became the best target. Anyone who dared to raise his head slightly would soon have a hole in his head.

"Ahhh!!!!" A Soviet soldier could no longer endure this one-sided massacre. He howled wildly and climbed up and ran back, trying to get away from this Shura field. But before he ran a few steps, a bullet penetrated his back, and he spit out blood and fell to the ground. In a sense, he did leave this Shura field.

Perhaps because he was stimulated, the machine gunner stood up suddenly, holding the machine gun and firing aimlessly at the woods. Then a bullet shot into his forehead, and the hissing sound of the machine gun stopped abruptly.

Five, ten, more and more Soviet soldiers bid farewell to this world in the cold and rapid gunfire. This invisible mysterious enemy was just like the forest in front of them, so tough that people could not resist it, and they were even more powerless to resist it.

The remaining survivors had begun to numb and despair. They no longer tried to evade in vain, and no longer resisted in vain. They just sat woodenly by the warm campfire, ignoring their comrades being shot one by one, and quietly waiting for the next bullet to take their young lives.

Tias and Simon each used up two magazines and killed a platoon of Soviet soldiers here. Tias had three more "卌" on the butt of his gun.