My Third Empire

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"Are there any smoke?" In the corner of the second floor of a collapsed house, a fuel box was erected, and the alcohol block in it burned with blue flames, bringing a touch of warmth to this cold open-air room.

The wet shoes were placed next to the flames, and a German soldier holding the Mauser 98k rifle in his arms was picking the white soft skin on his feet with his fingers. Yesterday I soaked in the rain-soaked shoes, and his feet were covered with white dead skin.

On his side, the barefoot German sniper was lying on the floor, looking at the street in the distance through his sight. They put on the spare clothes that were still dry, and the suit was not washed, so they found a deformed iron shelf headboard and hung it on the flame to dry it with only a little heat.

They were relatively lucky. They were ordered to stay in the Norwich city that could cover some wind and rain. Those grenadier forces who were forced to defend the wild were really pitiful. I heard that many people directly suffered from pneumonia and high fever. Not retreating ... There are also some unlucky ones who lost their lives directly.

"Hey! The British are attacking! Packing things up! Ready to shift positions!" The sniper shouted, suddenly pressing his voice.

The sniper cover soldier who had been picking his feet immediately dropped his stinky feet, put on half-dried socks in a hurry, and then panicked to wear a pair of clean boots that had been washed by rain.

"Boo!" There was no unnecessary urging. The sound of the weapon firing in the sniper's hand had proved that the opposite British had approached a rather dangerous position. The sniper did not pause and shot his second shot directly.

If someone can look out of his sight, he can see that he has knocked down two British soldiers and is aiming at the third unlucky egg. The British soldiers apparently did not find the position of the German sniper, and shot indiscriminately in all directions, looking unruly.

"Third!" The German sniper counted his number of hits with pride, before triggering the trigger and firing his third bullet. Among the British soldiers on the opposite side, a pitiful worm fell down, and a burst of blood spurted from the back and fell to the ground with a scream.

This young German sniper is extremely confident, because he is from the hunter class of the German sniper school, and he is considered an elite in the sniper school. German snipers are divided into two large schools, one is the noble hunting talent, these people are mainly from the perennial hunters or nobles, the marksmanship is superbly noble; the one is the sniper who graduated from the German sniper school, they are generally like Killing machines generally strictly implement the techniques and tactics in the sniper manual to kill the enemy efficiently.

While he was not disconnecting the gun, the soldier carrying the Mauser 98k rifle beside him who had covered him had expertly packed his clothes into his rucksack, extinguished the flames on the alcohol block, and picked up the messy things, ready Retreat.

"Hey! I'm packed! Do you want to retreat barefoot?" The assistant shouted quietly. While shouting, leaning against the broken window, he raised his Mauser rifle towards the distant British soldiers: "I cover you, wear your shoes quickly!"

The sniper emptied the bullet of the second magazine and returned to the room where only half of it was left. While he was wearing shoes, the assistant had already shot his first shot.

He skillfully hit a British soldier who had just seen him not far away, then squatted down and pulled the bolt, withdrew from the hot shell and reloaded the bullet. The British apparently discovered his location, and a white mist was shot by the window.

"I'm fine! Let's retreat!" The sniper yelled after tying his shoelaces, and then took his backpack and jumped from the other side of the outer wall, which collapsed into a pile, and his assistant bent over. Retreated from the same place.

Just as the British found the position of the German sniper and took a long shot and fired at the small building that was no longer there, a deputy shooter was helping out on a hidden German machine gun position not far away Press the long bullet chain on the g42 machine gun. He was skilled, loaded the bullet in two shots, and then lay on the edge of the crater, picking up his Mauser 98k rifle.

"Front, 70 meters! British infantry." He lowered his voice and said, "I'm aiming for the first one on the left!"

"Leave the rest to me!" The machine gunner raised his mouth, pressed his shoulder against the **** of the machine gun, and pulled the trigger. The g42 roared and made a unique continuous sound. The chain was quickly pulled into the machine gun barrel, and the shell fell like raindrops on the ground not far away, making a crisp jingle.

The British did not expect that a German machine gun team would ambush on the flanks. They were still firing at the sniper's ambush position, and suddenly felt the other party's bullets hit like raindrops, and it was too late to hide. Too.

An English soldier was knocked to the ground in an instant, and the soldier who was not far away was hit by a bullet before he recovered. The British soldiers in the back saw the bullet hit the ground and jumped into the distance. Before they could escape, they felt that their knees were hit by the bullet almost at the same time, as if the bones were broken by a hammer.

He screamed and fell to the ground, watching his stomach and thighs pouring bright red blood, watching the British soldier behind him get hit by a bullet through his neck, and fell to the ground to cover his mouth Want to stop the blood from the arteries from spouting out of the mouth.

The poor British soldier wanted to reach out and cover his stomach, only to find that his hands were full of blood. He pressed his stomach with his hands and found that there seemed to be more than one hole. The rate of fire of the g42 machine gun was too high, so even the shots could make each poor target hit by several bullets at the same time.

He didn't know if he had a problem. He didn't seem to feel much pain after receiving such a serious injury. Lifting his head halfway, struggling to sit up from the ground, he found that blood was pouring more from the waist and abdomen.

"Medical soldiers! Medical soldiers! I was hit!" I don't know where the power came from, so he shouted loudly. He tried hard to see everything around him, but found that there were British soldiers everywhere in front of him.

Not far from him, on the corner of a corridor, several British soldiers were gesturing at him, which might mean that he should not be disturbed. Because the machine gun bullets hit the wall near those people, a dust was splashed, he couldn't see clearly, so he tried to raise his head harder.

"Save me! Save me! I ..." He struggled and wanted to yell out loud, but forced to spur more blood out of several holes in his belly. The comrades across the corner seemed very anxious. They were gesturing hard, trying to calm themselves down.

"Boo!" With a crisp gunshot, the British soldier felt something heavy hit on his helmet, and then his eyes were black, his mind full of thoughts and liquid-like things pervading from his face. , The whole head hit the ground filled with warm liquid, and everything was over.

Not far away, the German soldier unzipped his rifle and reloaded his rifle. He had just aimed at a wounded soldier who was lying on the ground struggling and struck the unlucky head. He did n’t know if it was right or wrong, but he felt that if one day he was lying on the ground looking at his blood like a fountain, he would want someone to break his head.

He felt that he was very kind and kind enough to waste a bullet for a mortal enemy. If it is replaced by someone else, it may be more desirable to watch this British soldier struggle with flu blood and eventually die. What did the head of state say? Be a low-key person, whoever gets in the way will kill him.

In the distance, the gunshots became more and more intense, and the two German snipers who jumped to the second floor and climbed up to another broken wall again found their ambush position. They watched ahead and sneaked a few sneaks The British soldiers who touched the street shot and killed, and then hummed the song softly and put the small folding stove on again, igniting the alcohol block.

The machine gun team also shifted positions at about the same time. They left almost a dozen British soldiers' bodies, carrying machine guns and ammunition boxes, and stooped into a narrow alley.

The Germans had paid enough tuition fees in the Norwich Street Battle a few days ago. Now they are the masters who are more familiar with the grass and trees here. They wandered the streets and opened fire on the British soldiers who rushed into the encirclement. Then, after pouring a wave of ammunition, it disappeared into the rubble and rubble, without any mud or water.

The artillery of British revenge began to shake the Norwich land that had been ruined violently, leaving a huge crater on the streets and building ruins. German soldiers lay on the ground and endured the attack of the British artillery, squinting He looked up and waited for the splashing dirt to hit his face, while lightly lighting up his cigarettes.

A burst of explosion followed by a burst of black smoke. The rolling sound of gunfire and the fierce wind roared. The second Norwich battle kicked off, and the two sides had to invest more troops in a ruined city, sending their limited reserve team into position.

The commander of the 1st Infantry Division, the commander of the 1st Infantry Army, the commander of the A Group Army, Lundstadt, the Army Chief of General Staff, Brauchich, even the Head of State Akado Well-everyone knows that Norwich is just a starting point. Every future British city must be filled with people and life like this, and blood will flow into the river without end.