Chapter 763 German-Soviet War (77)

Boom! Boom! Boom!

German high-altitude bombers would visit Moscow at regular times and drop hundreds of tons of bombs every day.

Listening to the continuous explosions coming from above, Stalin, who was in the underground office, looked a little ugly. Although it was dozens of meters deep from the ground, it could be said to be absolutely safe, but no one would be happy if they could only let the enemy throw bombs on their heads recklessly.

"Comrade Stalin, Commander Eisenhower is here." The secretary led Eisenhower into the office.

Stalin couldn't wait to speak. "Commander Eisenhower, I heard that your country has developed a high-altitude fighter that can intercept German high-altitude bombers?" As a result, the Germans did not dare to bomb the United States now, and sent all the high-altitude bombers to bomb Moscow.

Eisenhower did not hide anything and nodded. "Yes, Mr. Stalin, we are indeed equipped with high-altitude and high-speed XP-67 fighters." And he had already guessed what Stalin was going to say next, scratching his head in embarrassment. "Excuse me, Mr. Stalin, even if our XP-67 comes to support, it will be useless. The reason why our XP-67 can intercept German bombers is because the distance between the United States and Greenland is far, and the German fighters cannot reach it. Now Moscow is already within the combat radius of German fighters, and even if the XP-67 comes, it will not be a match for the German fighters." Although he didn't want to admit it, this was the fact. As far as he knew, the performance of the XP-67 fighter was only bullying the bomber group without fighter escort. Once it fought with the German fighters, it was basically destined to be shot down.

"..." Stalin's face became uglier, but he also knew that what Eisenhower said made sense, so he could only curse with gritted teeth. "Damn Germans, sooner or later I will blow Berlin into ruins!" Amid Stalin's curses, the German bombers in the sky dropped their bombs and flew away.

In a dilapidated building in Smolensk, sniper Max had just killed two Soviet soldiers who were sneaking in the distance when a bullet whizzed past his scalp and hit the wall behind him with a snap, knocking off a piece of cement on it.

"God!" Max was so scared that he shrank his neck, instinctively rolled to the side, and shouted. "There's a sniper!"

The observer who was sleeping soundly in the corner of the wall woke up suddenly. Because he was on duty last night, he did not serve as an observer today and was catching up on his sleep there.

He glanced at the bullet embedded in the wall and roughly determined the direction from which the bullet came. "Eleven o'clock!" He said as he quietly moved to the window and took out the periscope to observe the direction of eleven o'clock. They knew that the Soviet Mosin-Nagant rifle was not bad in performance. When using mechanical sights, its effective range was 400 meters, and it could reach 800 meters with the help of a scope. Therefore, from here to 800 meters away, any inconspicuous ruins could hide Soviet snipers.

After observing for a while, he found nothing suspicious. "Max, release the head." The "head" he was talking about was not a real head, but an inflatable head specially made for snipers like them, which was used to confuse the opponent's snipers.

Max took out a palm-sized small cylinder and a balloon from the bag beside him, and injected the compressed gas in the small cylinder into the balloon. After a few seconds, a lifelike "head" was blown up; holding it quietly approached the window and raised it suddenly.

Snap!

The balloon was instantly blown up, and the observer caught the flames ejected from the muzzle of the opposite gun. "11 o'clock, 400 meters, gray four-story building, the third window on the left on the second floor."

Max blew out another human head balloon, handed it to the observer, and then picked up his sniper rifle. "Ready!"

The observer put the balloon in his hand to the window.

Snap!

The balloon was blown up again. The Mosin-Nagant is a bolt-action rifle. After each shot, you need to pull the bolt manually to load the bullet. Taking advantage of this gap, Max stood up suddenly and pointed the muzzle at the gray building in the distance. But just as he was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly saw a flame burst out from behind the second window on his left hand. He subconsciously fell back, and a bullet passed by his right shoulder. The burning pain was instantly transmitted to his mind.

"Damn it!" The observer couldn't help but exclaimed. "Max, are you okay?!"

Max gritted his teeth and shook his head. "It's okay, just a flesh wound. Are there two people on the other side?" Either the sniper behind the third window just moved to the second window, or the other side was two people.

"It seems to be two people, or it may be three people. It seems that we have encountered professional opponents."

After World War I, sniping became an indispensable part of war. The training of snipers also naturally started. But it was not until the late 1920s that the Soviet Union began to pay attention to the role of snipers.

The Froshilov Shooter Program in the 1930s made an outstanding contribution to the Soviet Union. Shooting training was given great attention by the authorities. For this purpose, they built a large number of indoor shooting ranges and young people learned a large number of shooting courses. The outstanding performance of Finnish snipers in the Soviet-Finnish War made the Soviet high-ranking officials realize that snipers could disrupt communications, disrupt the smooth progress of battles, and reduce the morale of frontline soldiers. This war accumulated valuable experience for the Soviet Union's sniper tactics.

"It looks a bit tricky! Kahn, call for support!" Since it's a bit tricky, call for support; they also plan to fight such an opponent in an open and square battle. It would be stupid not to use the support.

Kahn picked up the walkie-talkie and began to contact nearby support.

Soon, he contacted a nearby helicopter. "I'm Peregrine Falcon 23, how can I help you?"

"Enemy snipers are found, and fire support is needed. Our area is C44-13."

"Wait a minute, we'll be there soon."

Two minutes later, the rumbling sound of the engine came from the sky.

The observer threw a red smoke bomb out of the window. "Red smoke, 400 meters at 11 o'clock, gray four-story building, second floor, second and third windows on the left."

"Received." On the hatch on the side of the Peregrine Falcon 23 helicopter, the machine gunner operated a 7mm heavy machine gun and began to shoot at the second and third windows on the second floor of the gray building in the distance.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

After a burst of heavy machine gun fire, the helicopter turned around. A 40mm grenade launcher was mounted on the other side of the hatch.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The belt-fed fully automatic grenade launcher fired more than a dozen grenades in one breath. Finally, the helicopter approached the building at high speed and fired a total of 36 57mm rockets at the building.

"This firepower is really awesome!"