Imperial Overlord

Inside the room, Chris adjusted his position, and then pulled out a small device from the dry food bag behind him.

This is the observation equipment equipped by German snipers, which is a small refractor like a periscope.

Using this thing to observe the distance, at least without sticking out your head, is a good way to ensure your own personal safety.

Chris stretched out the little periscope and began to observe the opposing sniper who had shot him. Because he was caught between two sides, he always had to fix one side before he could break out.

I don't know how many snipers were on the way home, so it's not easy to judge. But there should be no more than two snipers who fired at them here.

You know, in the Soviet army, qualified snipers are not enough resources to let them squander.

Therefore, it is not common for a team of snipers to have more than 4 people, so under normal circumstances, it can be defaulted that the number of opponents is between three and four.

In this case, it can be determined that the opponent is definitely two teams, just because of the relationship between the positions, forming a double-team situation.

The other party didn't communicate in advance, but only based on the sound of their gunfire and the sound of friendly fire, to determine their position, that's all.

After a little judgment, Chris decided to kill the enemy in front of him first, and then take care of the enemy behind him.

He searched the ruins little by little through the periscope, hoping to find the enemy hidden in the ruins.

Unfortunately, the periscope is not a magnifying glass and cannot magnify the scene in front of him, so it is quite troublesome for him to find it.

The only reason why he didn't give up his search was that he already knew the surrounding environment, and he believed in his memory and his previous attention to observing these sights.

As time passed by, the periscope he stretched out from the window moved a little bit, screening the possible location of the other party little by little.

At the four o'clock position, there are not many suitable sniper positions that can hide snipers. As long as they are patiently excluded, there will always be a chance to find something.

It's a pity that Chris doesn't know if he still has time, or how much time he has left.

If the other side launches a conventional infantry attack at this time, their intermediate area will soon be occupied by the Soviet army, and they will lose the possibility of escape.

The Soviet army also had mortars. As long as the infantry came up and fired two shells at the building, the three of them would be doomed.

It's a game, a game between snipers and snipers. Chris finally stopped and looked in the periscope at a place that wasn't moving.

In his impression, there used to be a gap here, but now it is more than half blocked. Although it looks like a pile of rubble, he intuitively tells him that something is wrong.

It was the intuition of the moment just now that he saved his teammate, Dad Buck. So now that intuition tells him that there is an enemy there, of course Chris will not easily turn his eyes away.

"You're right there! Right there..." Chris muttered, but moved his periscope away.

He must first confirm as much as possible whether there is another person on the other side, which is very important for a sniper, or a sniper who is preparing for a decisive battle.

In the German sniper training course, the Führer personally left a message emphasizing the advanced nature of multi-person collaborative sniper tactics.

Chris, who has been trained, knows how huge the threat to his life is if a sniper is missed.

"There's one more person... Where is the other person? Are you the only one? Are you a three-person team?" Still muttering non-stop, Chris seemed very anxious now.

Being surrounded by a group of snipers who shoot with incredible precision is a very nerve-racking thing.

Chris is not a god, and of course he is also nervous. He wants to use his own efforts to get rid of the current anxiety-provoking situation.

"Calm down! Chris! You are the best sniper! You are our bayonet! Right?" Father Buck, holding a sniper rifle, looked back and saw the anxious Chris, lowered his voice and comforted.

Chris calmed down a bit, and then handed the periscope to Dad: "At four o'clock, on the red brick ruins, there is something wrong! Fix the periscope in that direction!"

Dad understood it, took the periscope, and pointed it in the direction that Chris found that something was wrong.

He then moved his eyes away, keeping the angle of the periscope with his hands, but his head away from the eyepiece.

"Bah!" There was a gunshot in the distance, and the bullet hit the wall near the position where the periscope protruded, leaving a deep crater on the wall brick a few centimeters away from the periscope.

After Chris heard the sound of bullets hitting the wall, he stuck out half of his body in an instant. He picked up his G43 rifle and aimed at the place where he was inappropriate.

Sure enough, he saw the bricks there move slightly, and it was obvious that the opponent's sniper was in that position.

Moreover, he was reloading his Mosin Nagant rifle. Although the bolt-action rifle is more accurate, it is a pity that the range of motion of the reloading is too large and the reloading is too slow.

"Bah!" Chris took aim and held his breath, then pulled the trigger, and a bullet flew directly to the distant target.

The bullet was very precise and hit the pile of gravel, but instead of the white dust that the bullet hit on the masonry structure ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, it spattered a cloud of blood.

At the same time, Chris saw a flash, about 3 meters away from the Soviet sniper who was shot, and flashed like lightning,

He wanted to dodge, but his body's response was just resisting the inertia of sticking out his weapon. So his body froze in place, neither continuing to move out nor retracting.

The next second, a bullet hit Chris's shoulder and flew behind Chris with a patch of blood.

"Two! Hell!" he cried out in his heart as he fell backwards. He wanted to destroy the enemy in front of him as soon as possible, but he still missed a fatal threat!

He fell heavily to the ground, burning pain from his shoulder. You don't need to think that he knows that he is injured, but he doesn't know whether the injury is serious or not.

"Chris!" "Damn it!" Chris heard his father's cry, and Cyric's exclamation. He felt someone grab his feet and drag him to a safer wall.