Just like when Hu Biao set off in a hurry with a small number of people, he was very confident in his heart:
All the members of the Central Continent Team did not need to notify them at all. No matter where they were at that time, they all knew that they would spontaneously join the battle towards Mamayev Heights.
The actual situation is indeed the same.
When the system notification sound rang in the heads of all the members of the Central Continent Team, and the ever-dwindling countdown screen appeared in their minds.
A group of team members scattered outside took action spontaneously.
There was no need for anyone else to notify or wait, and he rushed directly towards Mamayev Hill on his own initiative.
The problem is that in the process of rushing over, they encountered different situations; so that the time when these people appeared was much slower than Hu Biao expected...
‘Wow, wow, wow~’
Hiding on the second floor of a building riddled with holes, and putting his hands on his mouth, the warehouse manager sent out a series of secret signals that sounded like crows.
Birds like crows still exist in the current cold winter season in Volgograd.
Even because there is an unprecedented abundance of food, his body size is extremely large.
For this reason, the warehouse manager made an agreement with his subordinates to use this taste as an emergency order for everyone to assemble quickly when the situation was urgent.
Immediately, the surrounding snipers heard the crow, and began to crow the same way, until all the dispersed personnel heard the news of the gathering.
By the way! In the first period of time.
The warehouse manager's sniper team consists of more than thirty people.
Without exception, they are all composed of hunter recruits who were born in the areas around Lake Baikal and make a living by hunting. They possess excellent qualities these days.
However, after less than a month passed.
In the past, the warehouse manager's sniper team of more than 30 people now only has 10 people left.
It can be seen that this kind of anti-black gun operation that seems simple, just shoot once and then change the place, is also full of huge dangers in the process.
However, facing this result, the warehouse manager believed that it was still very worthwhile.
Not only did they sacrifice more than 20 people, but they also took away at least dozens of times more opponents, leaving the German troops who fought against them unable to eat well and sleep well.
Even when I go to the toilet, I have to worry about bullets coming from nowhere.
The so-called natural selection, the 10 people who survived have now grown up rapidly in the flames of war.
Each one of them has now been trained to be a qualified sniper; each one of them has several more positive markings on their Mosin-Nagant rifle.
Each stroke represents the life of a German soldier.
Therefore, even though the warehouse manager wanted to set off immediately, he had no choice but to send out the signal to assemble.
Mainly because he believed it was necessary to bring along these members of the sniper team, so that they could play a greater role in the subsequent attack on Mamayev Heights.
It took about 10 minutes for everyone to gather in this dilapidated building.
The warehouse manager, who couldn't wait for a long time, hurriedly said: "Let's go, we will go to Mamayev Heights immediately. We must take it back~"
After saying that, the warehouse manager picked up the Sanba Gaigai with the sniper scope in his hand and planned to head towards the target.
It was just the words that came out of his mouth that were lost, a dangerous instinct that he developed as a sniper for a long time, or after dying several times.
When he felt a huge crisis, he suddenly threw himself to the ground regardless of everything.
Facts have proved that the warehouse manager's dangerous intuition is quite powerful and valuable.
When the greasy face of this middle-aged man had not yet completely touched the ground.
When a crisp gunshot rang out, a member of the sniper team standing next to him had a bloody streak on his head.
A moment later, the unlucky guy was holding his bloody wound and collapsed weakly on the ground.
While looking at the warehouse manager with blank eyes, his vitality was rapidly disappearing.
When the warehouse manager's face was splashed with blood stars, he knew clearly that they had encountered a German sniper, and he was a very powerful master.
"Everyone lie down and try to find a way to find that guy and kill him."
With a "click~" sound, he pushed a 6.5 mm caliber bullet into the barrel of the gun chamber and yelled at his snipers.
He knew that if he didn't find a way to kill the masters on the opposite side, they would be hunted down one by one as prey.
It was simply impossible to successfully reach the battlefield at Mamayev Ridge.
So, under such an order from the warehouse manager, the former Bria hunters who were lying on the ground began to crawl on the ground...
******
"Haha, that's interesting."
Faced with his own design, after locking the target for a long time and thinking that the target was a surefire shot, Hanks von Konig suddenly muttered this sentence.
At the same time, there was no trace of disappointment on his face, but a very interesting expression.
Because ordinary opponents can hardly arouse his passion for fighting.
It was more interesting to ask him to kill a hundred opponents who were like logs, but he missed the middle-aged Bria man who failed to kill the one in front of him.
Major Hanks von Konegger, a legendary sniper in German stickman circles.
Even without the word "Feng" in his name, which represents noble origin, just his strong record has made many high-ranking officials pay considerable respect to this major.
In the minds of ordinary German soldiers, Major Connegg is a legendary figure.
Therefore, when faced with the German 6th Army attacking Volgograd and constantly suffering losses in the sniper battle, the rear dispatched Major Konig.
Then, the Sixth Group provided two targets for Major Connegg to solve as quickly as possible.
One of the targets was naturally a warehouse manager operating near the Dzerzhinsky Tractor Factory; the other target was a rough sniper named Valich.
Because the warehouse management caused more battles, the arrogant Major Connegg chose such a stronger opponent in the first place.
Sure enough, such an opponent did not disappoint him.
With this thought in mind, this strong-bodied German stick moved as nimbly as a civet cat.
He picked out a large number of firearms and moved to the next sniper position, which was a 98K sniper rifle equipped with a 4x scope.
Plan your escape route in advance and set up your next sniper position in response to your opponent's possible reactions.
The above are just the instinctive fighting habits and qualities that Major Connegg has developed through years of fighting.
Three minutes later, another gunshot sounded.
A former Burian hunter in his 30s suddenly fell to the ground while moving.
It was definitely intentional on the part of the opponent. The former Bria hunter who was hit was not killed directly. Instead, he struggled on the spot after being shot in the side of the neck.
If he doesn't get help, he will die soon.
It can be said that the warehouse management has done all the above things before. It is nothing more than fishing.
And in the next three to five seconds, a muzzle flash on the opposite side was immediately greeted by four or five bullets accurately.
However, the warehouse manager, who did not fire at all, knew that the German sniper on the opposite side would do nothing under such an attack.
For this reason, the warehouse manager still held the gun and stayed there like a dead thing, waiting for a better opportunity to fire.
As for the next time the opponent is exposed to muzzle flash, it often means that our side has lost another person.
To be honest, the warehouse manager couldn't care less at this point; the duel between snipers might not seem so huge, but the result was still quite cruel.