The crosshair was firmly locked on his body, swinging slowly with the movement of the motorcycle.
Seeing that the target was about to exceed the scope of the scope, Ling Yun decisively pulled the trigger.
Phew, the sound of the gunshot was so slight that it was almost inaudible. Ling Yun did not stick the gun out of the window in order to reduce the volume and sparks, but doing so greatly increased the difficulty of shooting.
The bullet spun rapidly and penetrated the Nazi officer's body from the shoulder with a spiral trajectory, crushing his chest to pieces.
This is a shooting technique that only professionally trained snipers can perform. Some people may ask why not hit the head. In fact, sniper rifles are very powerful, and the chance of instant kill if hit in the chest is much higher than in other places.
The naughty officer fell off the motorcycle, immediately causing panic.
At this time, the AWM sniper rifle roared again, blood bloomed on the neck of a scout, and the binoculars in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.
The machine gunner on the tank stuck his head out to see what was happening below. A bullet shot through his helmet and the whole body fell into the tank cabin. The driver was so frightened that he crashed the tank into a building.
Another bullet hit the front tire of the motorcycle. The motorcycle suddenly lost control and hit the butt of the tank in front, causing a raging fire.
The enemies were so frightened that they looked around, but could not find Ling Yun's figure at all.
A Nazi soldier raised his head a little, and then a meteor passed by, and he fell to the ground, unable to raise his head forever.
The distance of more than 200 meters is very close. You can hit wherever you want. Li Xunhuan's flying knife can't guarantee that it will be so domineering.
The golden bullet casing collapsed from the barrel of the gun and clinked on the ground.
Ling Yun loaded the magazine and vaguely heard the enemy's noise coming from the corridor. It was obvious that those guys had dispersed to search.
He put the AWM sniper rifle into his backpack and carried the Nepalese army knife.
"That damn sniper is nearby, everyone, search carefully,"
With a burst of shouts, five German soldiers rushed forward.
The two guys kicked open the bathroom door, raising a cloud of dust.
Safe, no one.
The other three people rushed into a bedroom with two large cabinets.
A Nazi soldier tiptoed over and stabbed inside a few times with his bayonet.
There was a crash of broken boards, and the two soldiers behind instantly aimed their guns at the cabinet.
Ling Yun jumped out from under the bed and ducked behind the three of them. The Nepalese saber and the blade of destruction shone with cold light.
Poof, blood spattered on the ceiling, and the two soldiers slowly fell to the ground.
Another one opened fire, Ling Yun ducked, and the bullets flew past his back.
He bullies forward and uses the Thomas roundhouse kick.
Bang, the Nazi soldier's body broke through the window, flew out, and fell to the ground into a piece of shit.
Two Nazi soldiers in the bathroom rushed to the door after hearing the gunshots. Ling Yun lay on the ground. Desert Storm was already gaining momentum.
"Hello," the gun muzzle spit out tongues of fire, and there were countless bullet holes on the two of them.
Ling Yun quickly changed the magazine and fixed the cable to the railing.
The enemy's gunfire just now had betrayed his position, and dozens of furious Nazi soldiers rushed upstairs.
But they were still a step too late, Ling Yun had already stood on the railing and jumped down in the air.
"Gentlemen, you have worked hard and I wish you good luck."
Ling Yun smiled, and the two grenades hissed and smoked on the ground.
Boom, the explosion almost lifted the entire roof, and several Nazi soldiers jumped out from the sixth floor. Unfortunately, they did not have cables on them.
He rolled in the air, turned around, landed safely on one knee, and smoothly sent the two enemies at the entrance of the alley to the west to recite sutras.
, 287, a sharp pain came from his shoulder, and Desert Storm almost escaped.
Ling Yun turned around and pressed against the corner, only to see three guys sticking their heads out from the second floor, gunshots blaring loudly, but the hit rate of the Mauser rifles in their hands was really pitifully low.
He didn't have time to pay attention to the guy above his head and dived into the building next to him.
This is a bar. Due to the war, the hustle and bustle here has long become a legend.
The bar was covered in dust, and there were many tables and chairs scattered on the floor.
Ling Yun hid behind the bar, silently listening to the surrounding environment.
The sound of several motorcycles braking and the roar of a tank were heard.
It seemed that he had become the focus of their care. Ling Yun couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.
With a creak, the door opened, followed by the sound of leather shoes hitting the floor.
There were 12 of them in total. Ling Yun flicked his wrist and tried his best to relax the nerves and muscles in his hands.
Whoosh, a black thing flew out, and all the Nazi soldiers present raised their guns and aimed at it.
Crash, an empty wine bottle shattered all over the floor.
Crash, an empty wine bottle shattered all over the floor.
Ling Yun stood up from the bar, raised Desert Storm and fired.
Eight people were knocked down on the spot, three were seriously injured, and one fainted to the ground due to excessive nervousness.
Lift the barrel of the gun and take out the rest. Be sure to root out the enemy.
He ran up to a motorcycle at the door, turned on the gas and ran away, with shouts and sporadic gunshots coming from behind.
After exiting the alley, we headed north towards the dam, followed by about a dozen motorcycles.
Motorcycles during World War II usually had three wheels. There was a bucket on the side of the main motorcycle. There happened to be a person sitting in the bucket and setting up a machine gun. Ling Yun was in a hurry along the way.
After finally reaching the dam, Ling Yun blew a whistle, and countless gun muzzles poked out from the top of the dam.
The AK47 in Ximen Chuipao's hand had long been thirsty and he shouted: "You bastard, come here and die,"
Bullets were like rain and gunshots were like thunder, and all the enemies on the motorcycle were beaten to a pulp on the spot.
"Everyone, get in the car and come back with me to beat up those bastards. After you're done, go to the Science and Technology Museum." Ling Yun introduced the strategies and tactics to them, and all the Russian soldiers gave them thumbs up.
With the motorcycles in hand, the team led by Ling Yun was even more powerful, and the comrades were already very familiar with the terrain in this area.
They took full advantage of the terrain and brought the Eighth Route Army's guerrilla tactics to its extreme.
When the enemy attacks, we retreat; when the enemy pursues, we attack; when the enemy retreats, we harass; when the enemy surrounds us, we hide.
In the messy alleys of Stalingrad, this elusive team troubled the German devils. No one could be seen, and every time they heard the sound of gunshots, a large number of them would be knocked down.
When night fell, the enemy circled the nearby area all day long and only advanced less than ten miles.
"Even if I drag you, I will drag you to hell," Ling Yun couldn't help shouting.
At night, in the lobby of the Stalingrad Western Suburban Hospital.
It was pitch dark all around, and the only sounds that could be heard were the chirping of insects and the quiet conversations of Ling Yun and the others.
