Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 38: Blood Path (12)

　　 "I think something is wrong, Wilson, the Germans are crazy and we have to get out of here. Halche, give me another magazine and open the box. Why the **** retreat order hasn’t arrived yet? It’s not that we will send Did anyone notify us?"

　　 Scott quickly retracted his head from the window, and the dense bullet hit the window edge and broke up a large piece of brick debris and plaster, choking the deputy shooter Halche to cough.

　　"Damn Germans, these country buns, come and taste this."

　　 Scott inserted a new magazine, took a deep breath, settled, then stood up abruptly, holding the machine gun and shooting out the window, but before he could fire three or four bursts, The heavy rain of bullets forced him to retract under the window sill again.

　　 "I was stared at by them, Wilson, do you see the German actions clearly?"

　　"What do you think, **** it, the Germans are ready to attack."

　　 Wilson also couldn't lift his head under the pressure of the machine gun, and blocked the upper and lower windows with a machine gun. The German shooter's skills were very unusual.

　　"They may have to come in over the wall, can you see the situation around the wall here?"

　　Scott quickly glanced out the window, the window sill strewn with bullets blocking his vision.

　　 The window in the tower where he is located is very narrow, and there is a small window sill extending out. If he wants to see the situation under the tower clearly, he can only stand up, but doing this now is basically killing him.

　　 "They seem to be preparing something."

　　 Taking advantage of the German machine gun shooting, Wilson bravely stood up and looked down the tower. He saw a group of German soldiers sprinting down the wall, two of them running to face the tower. Squatted down next to the fence.

　　 Due to the concealment of the wall, Wilson could only see the shaking gray helmets, and he didn't know what the two soldiers were doing.

　　 "Try to see if I can teach them a lesson."

　　 Wilson picked up his sniper rifle and aimed at one of the helmets. But before Wilson could buckle the opponent into his sight, the machine gun started firing frantically at his position again, and it was obvious that the opponent saw Wilson's barrel sticking out of the window.

　　"Jesus Christ..."

　　 Just before Wilson retracted awkwardly from the window, he glanced at a sight in the scope that made him feel creepy.

　　 He finally saw what the two soldiers were doing. They were installing a tubular part on the muzzle of their Mauser rifle.

　　 Wilson clearly remembered that the instructor had shown him the drawings and objects of that kind of thing in training before, and what made him more memorable was the power of this kind of thing.

　　 Wilson gritted his teeth and braved the splattered brick lime soil and looked out again. At a glance, he saw that the two German soldiers were now leaning out and aiming with their rifles, and the black grenade launchers were facing them. At his own window.

　　 "Grenade! Concealed!"

　　 Wilson yelled loudly. He had never thought that his own could make such a loud yell, and then he quickly stepped forward and fell on the cold stone steps.

　　"Boom...Boom..."

　　 Two violent explosions instantly blasted in Wilson's ears, and the commando superiors held his head tightly and made meaningless shouts.

　　 He was completely frightened, and it was the first time he tasted the power of a close explosion. A violent air wave mixed with broken wall fragments whizzed an inch above his back, and bricks, rubble and grenade fragments splashed around.

　　 Wilson felt as if he had been punched in the back. Strangely, he just felt a little dull but didn't feel any pain.

　　 It’s like a sap on his head. Wilson had this experience. It was in the alley behind a bar in London. That time he lost three months of allowance and a new uniform.

　　 Wilson opened his eyes vigorously, but there was only a white light and rotating golden spots in front of him. It seemed that he had seen something, but he couldn't tell the shape. The ears seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and all the sounds seemed to be coming from far away with a long reverberation.

　　"Wilson, Wilson..."

　　 There were several faint shouts in his ear, Wilson shook his head vigorously, and the white light in front of him began to dissipate. Although he was still a little dizzy, he was finally able to distinguish the scene in front of him.

　　"God, Sergeant Scott..."

　　The first thing that caught your eye was the pale face of Sergeant Scott, the machine gunner.

　　Scott was dead, and the poor machine gunner could not escape the German grenade attack, and a piece of shrapnel hit him in the forehead. His body was less than a yard from Wilson, and the high class soldiers could clearly see the terrible burnt wound and the viscous liquid that was pouring from there.

　　 Scott stared at the top floor with dull eyes. The surprised expression at the moment of the shot was frozen on that face forever, and it was obvious that he was killed on the spot without much damage. pain.

　　 "Damn, damn, damn!"

　　 Wilson hit the ground fiercely with his fist. He participated in many battles and witnessed countless deaths, but it was the first time he saw a close and familiar friend die by his side.

　　"Wilson...Help me..."

　　 The faint cry for help sounded again, and Wilson realized that there was another comrade in arms.

　　 "Halche, how are you."

　　 Wilson raised his head and searched for Halce's figure, only to find the hapless deputy shooter beside a pile of ammunition boxes at the corner of the stairs.

　　 "I think I was injured, Wilson, help me."

　　 Halche raised his hand to reach Wilson, that hand was now red with blood.

　　 "Stay there and don’t move, Halche."

　　 Wilson slowly got up, only then did he feel a terrible sting in his back, and something must have hit his back. Wilson knelt on the stairs, calming down a little. He wanted to explore the wound on his back, but found that his arm could not reach there. But it seems that the situation is not so bad, at least he can act now.

　　 "Halche, I'm here, stay there and don't move."

　　 Wilson picked up his sniper rifle, and then carefully looked out of the gap in the wall. The two German soldiers were no longer there.

　　 The sound of gunshots around was more intense than before. There were one or two explosions in the yard from time to time. I don't know if it was a grenade or that kind of grenade. Wilson knew that his comrades must have been in a hard fight now, and it was a miracle that they were able to resist, and that was because the Germans had been stubbornly unwilling to launch a strong offensive.

　　 Wilson lay down on the stairs again, and then slowly climbed along the root of the wall to the corner platform of the stairs. He didn’t know if the machine gun was still aiming here. Now that the window was connected to the wall below it was completely covered. Booming, revealing a huge hole, it would never be a good idea to expose yourself to that hole in any way.

　　 "Halche, where you hurt, you must hold on."

　　 Wilson finally climbed to Halce's side with difficulty. As Scott's body was blocked in the middle, he could only climb over the body of the machine gunner, so that the uniform was stained with the blood and fluid of the machine gunner. .

　　 "The German hit me in the stomach, and my legs are no longer conscious."

　　 Halche painfully loosened his hands tightly pressed against the wound, and blood suddenly poured out from the hole like spring water.

　　 "Damn! Hold on, brother, let me check."

　　 Actually, without checking, Wilson knew that Halche was out of help, but in order to comfort him, he still tore off Halche's blood-soaked uniform and checked the wound.

　　The wound is a little bit to the right above the belly button. Because the blood has been flowing out, it is impossible to see the shape and size of the wound clearly.

　　 "It doesn't look too bad, you can make it through."

　　 Wilson wiped the sticky blood from his hands on his pants, and then took out his first aid kit from his underwear bag.

　　 "Well, I also think I can go over it, but it looks a little scary, I won't die, will I."

　　 Halche's face has turned into a terrifying bluish gray due to excessive blood loss, but he still put a smile on his face, his eyes full of desire to live.

　　 "Of course, you will survive, brother."

　　 Wilson didn't dare to look into Halche's eyes. He lowered his head and tore the first aid kit, took out a large piece of cotton wool and a bandage, and then pressed it on Halche's wound.

　　 "Hold on, brother."

　　 "Of course, I will be fine. I haven't slept with Mary. I will definitely not die..."

　　 Halche smiled weakly and nodded.

　　"Good job, brother. You lie here first and press the wound hard. I will kill some Germans to vent your anger, and then we will go back to England together."

　　 Wilson picked up his sniper rifle, and the flames of hatred were now burning in the sniper's chest.

　　 "Okay, Wilson... I think I can hold it. You must... You must kill some **** Germans for me."

　　 Halche nodded weakly at Wilson.

　　 Wilson desperately held back the tears that were about to well into his eyes. He wiped his face vigorously with his sleeves, then smiled at Halche and nodded, turning around and slowly moving towards the tear Go to the hole.

　　 walked to the hole, he first carefully poked out half of his head and looked outside. There was no shadow of any German soldiers in the courtyard. A German machine gun team was attacking the church by the gate of the wall. With intermittent bursts of fire.

　　 Wilson calmed his breath, then raised his sniper rifle and aimed it at a secondary shooter who was holding a magazine probe and looking around.

　　 The sound of 1903 gunshots mixed with the surrounding dense guns was so thin and unremarkable. The German machine gun stopped abruptly. The machine gunner stared blankly at the comrade who suddenly fell on him, but when he saw his comrade When the sudden bullet hole in the helmet, he immediately understood.

　　 The German machine gunner quickly turned the muzzle of the machine gun towards the tower while warning his comrades nearby. He hadn't thought that after suffering such severe damage, there would still be people there.

　　 However, he had no chance to avenge his deputy shooter. A second later, a similar bullet penetrated his skull from between his eyebrows, and the German soldier raised his head in a weird manner, and then fell on his beloved machine gun.

　　 "Two, I killed two Germans, Halche."

　　 Wilson turned his head excitedly and shouted at Halce, but what he saw was Halce's pale face and the limp body. The young deputy archer had a smile on his mouth.

　　 "Damn it!"

　　 Wilson pulled the bolt back forcefully, and a strong bloodthirsty look ignited in the sniper's mind. He was determined to shoulder the hatred of those who died, and he must use more German corpses to repay it.

　　"You savage Germans, come here. You shit, look at your embarrassed look, and let your mother see the maggots in the sewers that will blush for you."

　　 Wilson held his sniper rifle steadily, and did not care about the machine gun bullets flying around him. He cursed loudly while coldly firing one round after another.

　　 He saw the German soldiers being suppressed in the corner by himself and could not fight back, feeling a little satisfaction in his heart. But he felt that this was not enough. Up to now, only three Germans have died under the gun, and the other two were only wounded, and they were dragged behind the cover wall by his comrades before he was ready to make up a shot. .

　　 Another target. The German soldier seemed to be ready to make up for the dead machine gunner. Wilson coldly pointed the aiming point at the soldier's abdomen.

　　 There was a cruel grin at the corner of Wilson's mouth~IndoMTL.com~ But when he was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly felt flustered, as if he had become the prey of others.

　　 It was an instinctive reaction of the battle-tested veteran. Wilson felt the hairs on his neck stand up, and his back felt cold. The terrible feeling even covered the pain of the wound on his back.

　　 Wilson pointed his gun sharply at the cemetery under the tower, where he felt the danger came from.

　　Flowers? No.

　　by the wall? No.

　　 Our Lady? No.

　　 Looking at the German helmet with a hole through the side of the statue, Wilson couldn't help but sneer.

　　 But when he moved the sight from under the statue of the Virgin, he suddenly noticed a gray figure on the base of the statue moving.

　　"That **** doesn't..."

　　 This is the last half of the words of Wilson's superior soldier in this world, and then a fiery Mauser rifle bullet passed through his throat.

　　 Wilson reached out to grab the edge of the wall, but he couldn't do it.

　　 sneered and clenched his fists into the void. The British sniper softened his whole body and rolled out of the hole, and fell heavily to the moist mud ground under the tower, convulsing. . . . Died.

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