Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

boom! boom! boom!

German high-altitude bombers would visit Moscow at scheduled times every day and drop hundreds of tons of bombs.

Listening to the continuous explosions above his head, Stalin, who was in the underground office, looked a little ugly. Although this place is tens of meters deep from the ground and can be said to be absolutely safe, no one will be happy if the enemy can only throw bombs on top of their heads without restraint.

"Comrade Stalin, Commander Eisenhower has arrived." The secretary led Eisenhower into the office.

Starlin couldn't wait to speak. "Commander Eisenhower, I heard that your country has developed a high-altitude fighter jet that can intercept German high-altitude bombers?" As a result, the Germans now dare not bomb the United States and have sent all high-altitude bombers to bomb Moscow.

Eisenhower didn't hide anything and nodded. "Yes, Your Excellency Stalin, we have indeed equipped with high-altitude and high-speed XP-67 fighter jets." And he had already guessed what Stalin was going to say next, and scratched his head in embarrassment. "With all due respect, Mr. Stalin, even if our XP-67 comes to support, it will not help. The reason why our XP-67 can intercept the German bombers is because the distance between the mainland of the United States and Greenland is far away, and the German fighter jets cannot fly It can't be achieved. And now Moscow is already within the combat radius of German fighter jets. Even if the XP-67 comes, it will not be a match for German fighter jets." Although I don't want to admit it, this is the fact. As far as he knew, the performance of the XP-67 fighter jets was just to bully a group of bombers without fighter escorts. Once they fought against German fighter jets, they would basically be shot down.

"..." Stalin's face turned even darker, but he also knew that what Eisenhower said made sense, so he could only curse through gritted teeth. "Damn Germans, sooner or later I will blow Berlin into ruins!" As Stalin cursed, the German bombers in the sky dropped their bombs and flew away.

In a dilapidated building in Smolensk, sniper Max had just killed two sneaky Soviet soldiers in the distance. A bullet almost whizzed past his scalp and hit him with a snap. On the back wall, a piece of cement was knocked off.

"God!!" Max shrank his neck in fright, rolled to the side instinctively, and yelled. "There are snipers!"

The observer, who was sleeping soundly in the corner next to him, suddenly woke up. Because he was on duty last night, he did not have the duty of an observer today and was catching up on his sleep there.

He glanced at the bullets embedded in the wall and roughly determined the direction in which the bullets were coming. "Eleven o'clock direction!" As he said this, he quietly touched the window and took out the periscope to observe the eleven o'clock direction. They know that the performance of the Soviet Mosin Nagant rifle is not bad. When using mechanical sights, its effective range is 400 meters, and with the assistance of a scope, it can reach 800 meters. Therefore, from here to 800 meters away, any inconspicuous ruins may hide Soviet snipers.

After observing for a while, I found nothing suspicious. "Max, release the heads." The "heads" he was talking about were of course not real heads, but inflatable heads specially made for snipers like them. The revolving door was used to confuse the opponent's snipers.

Max took out a palm-sized small cylinder and balloon from the bag on the side, and pumped the compressed gas from the small cylinder into the balloon. After a few seconds, a lifelike "head" was blown into shape; he took it and quietly approached the window. , raised suddenly.

Snapped!

The balloon was exploded instantly, and the observer captured the flames ejected from the opposite gun muzzle. "11 o'clock direction, 400 meters, gray four-story building, third window from the left on the second floor."

Max blew up another human head balloon, handed it to the observer, and picked up his sniper rifle. "Ready!"

The observer brings the balloon in his hand to the window.

Snapped!

The balloon was popped again. The Mosin-Nagant was a bolt-action rifle. After each shot, you had to manually pull the bolt to load the bullet. Taking advantage of this gap, Max stood up suddenly and pointed the muzzle at the building in the distance. Gray building. But just as he was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly saw a flame bursting out from behind the second window on his left hand. He subconsciously fell back, and a bullet grazed his right shoulder. The burning pain was instantly transmitted to his mind.

"Damn it!" the observer couldn't help but exclaimed. "Max, are you okay?!"

Max gritted his teeth and shook his head. "It's okay, it's just a flesh wound. Are there two people on the other side?" Either the sniper behind the third window just moved to the second window, or there are two people on the other side.

"It seems to be two people, or maybe three people. It seems that we have met a professional opponent."

After World War I, sniping became an integral part of warfare. The training of snipers also started naturally. But it was not until the late twenties that the Soviet Union began to pay attention to the role of snipers.

The Vroshilov shooter program in the 1930s made outstanding contributions to the Soviet Union. Shooting training receives great attention from the authorities. To this end they built a large number of indoor shooting ranges and young people took numerous shooting courses. The brilliant performance of Finnish snipers during the Soviet-Finnish War made the Soviet military leaders realize that snipers could disrupt communications, disrupt the smooth progress of the battle, and reduce the morale of frontline soldiers. This war accumulated valuable experience for the Soviet sniper tactics.

"It seems a bit tricky! Kahn, call for support!" Since it's a bit tricky, then call for support; they also plan to face off against such an opponent openly, and it would be silly not to use it if there is support.

Kahn picked up the walkie-talkie and began to contact nearby support.

Soon, he contacted a nearby helicopter. "I'm Peregrine Falcon 23, how can I help you?"

"An enemy sniper was found and fire support is needed. Our area is C44-13."

"Wait a moment, we'll be there soon."

Two minutes later, the rumble of engines could be heard in the sky.

The observer threw a red smoke bomb out the window. "Red smoke 400 meters from 11 o'clock, gray fourth floor, second floor, second and third windows on the left."

"Roger." On the door on the side of the Peregrine 23 helicopter, the machine gunner controlled a 7mm heavy machine gun and started shooting at the second and third windows on the second floor of the gray building in the distance.

sudden! sudden! chug!

After a round of heavy machine gun fire, the helicopter turned around, and a 40mm grenade launcher was set up on the door on the other side.

Boo! Boo! Boo!

The belt-fed fully automatic grenade launcher fired more than a dozen grenades at once. Finally, the helicopter approached the building at high speed and fired a total of 36 57mm rockets at the building.

"This firepower is so refreshing!"