Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

In the temporary command post beside the railway.

Captain Vladi asked the division commander Savvati for instructions. "Comrade division commander, should you continue to send people to search and suppress the German army?" Although the German mines are a big trouble, Comrade Stalin's order is to destroy this damn German army as soon as possible. Although there is no specific time limit set, according to "common sense", the time limit can be as fast as three days or as slow as one week; if the extermination task is not completed within ten days, they can only take the initiative to go to "Klaslag" labor camp. The camp reported. And he didn't personally lead the team into the mountains to search and suppress. It was better for others to die than to die himself.

Looking at the darkening sky outside, Commander Savvaj shook his head. "If we go into the mountains now, we might encounter a German ambush at night. Pull all the people back first, and tomorrow we will gather two regiments of troops to go into the mountains and wipe out these Germans in one go!" I couldn't help cursing these damn Germans in my heart. When people are fighting at the front with overwhelming force and invincibility, why do they have to go to the rear to cause trouble? ! And he had to come to the railway section he was responsible for guarding to cause trouble? Can't he be allowed to guard the railway safely? !

"yes!"

After such a peaceful night, Fred woke up early before dawn the next day, had breakfast, and set off with a platoon, heading towards the railway in the dark forest. Because he didn't know whether all the landmines planted yesterday had been detonated, or whether the place where he attacked yesterday was guarded by Soviet troops, so he deliberately went a little off.

After groping in the forest for more than two hours, they finally arrived near the railway when the sun was just rising. Rescue efforts are still busy near the train that derailed and overturned yesterday. Soviet soldiers were closely guarding the area within 500 meters. Fred and others did not dare to get too close and quietly came to a nearby hillside.

Looking at the corpses of American soldiers neatly placed on the ground in the distance, Fred sighed. "You really deserve it. You have to travel thousands of miles to die. Why don't you just stay at home?"

The railway tracks that were blown over by them have been repaired, and it seems that trains will be passing again soon. Unfortunately, it is 800 meters away from the railway, and the distance is beyond the range of the grenade gun.

Just when Fred was wondering whether he should move closer to the railway, the deputy company commander on the side reminded him softly. "Company Commander, look at the 10 o'clock direction, it seems to be the Soviet command post."

Fred pointed the telescope at the 10 o'clock direction, and sure enough he saw a large tent with several antennas erected around it. "It should be a big fish, but it's a pity. It would be great if there were mortars." A shell will hit it, and if you are lucky, you can kill the people inside. But even without mortars, he had no intention of letting these big fish go easily. "Machine gun ready!"

Just then a man walked out of the tent and stood there stretching.

"Ha, it seems like a division commander?!" Unexpectedly, he would meet an enemy division commander here, so Fred immediately called the three snipers in his platoon to his side. "Have you seen that division commander? Can you kill him?"

All three of them looked embarrassed. "Company Commander, we have never shot at a target so far away." They were holding SVDS sniper rifles. Although the instructions for the scope said it could hit targets 1,100 meters away, they usually only hit targets about 500 meters away. It's just a target. Now let them hit a target 800 meters away. They are really not sure.

However, the distance of 500 meters is much better than the snipers of World War II in the original time and space, because most snipers during World War II basically would not shoot targets beyond 200 meters. (Except for people like Simon Haye who use old-fashioned rifles and can snipe enemies from 700 meters away without even a scope)

The main factor limiting this range was the sight at the time.

During World War II, even Germany, which had the best optical capabilities, had very limited scope performance. It can only be equipped with a low-magnification, small-field-of-view scope of 5-4 times.

The 5-4x magnification determined that the sights during World War II were only capable of observing targets at relatively close range. Anyone with observation experience should know that at this magnification, a person 400 meters away is already very small, and the width of his torso is about the same as a 4 mm thick pencil lead 40 cm away when viewed with the naked eye. After the magnification is determined, the diameter of the objective lens and other lenses determines whether the field of view is broad or not. However, with limited materials and craftsmanship, making large-size lenses able to withstand the impact of firearms without breaking required a high price in terms of cost and production capacity. This made the size and field of view of the scopes at that time far from what they were. Compared to modern products. At 100 meters, the 5-degree field of view is only 86 meters, and the 6-degree field of view is only 5 meters. The combination of low magnification and small field of view determined that these early sights could not see details in the distance, and they were not wide enough at close range.

Moreover, there is no precise scale on the lens of this kind of scope. The shooter can only calculate the proportion by using a similar triangle principle and using the size of the reference object relative to the reticle. It's just that in actual combat, this kind of calculation is not only difficult to obtain accurate results, but it is also not easy to find suitable reference objects.

Based on the limitations of the observation, ranging, and aiming performance of the scopes at that time, snipers during World War II would only shoot those who could complete ranging and ballistics without thinking through intuitive visual experience. Correction, and can tolerate targets within a relatively large range of errors. This limits their maximum attack range to only slightly larger than the direct range of a rifle at most times, no different from that of ordinary soldiers.

Fred waved his hand disapprovingly. "There is no 100% certainty, but there is always 30% certainty, right? Then if the three of you shoot at the same time, the probability of hitting is 90%? Don't worry, you just shoot, even if you miss, I won't blame you. Machine gunner is ready , wait for them to open fire, and immediately start strafing."

Seeing what the company commander said, the three snipers could only set up their guns to aim, measure distance, and measure wind speed; a red flag hanging next to the tent was fluttering in the wind, which indirectly provided them with wind speed.

"Company commander, get ready."

"Listen to my command, three, two, one!" As soon as Fred finished speaking, the three snipers pulled the triggers at the same time, and three gunshots burst out almost simultaneously.

Fred, who was staring closely at the division commander through the telescope, saw a cloud of blood mist suddenly burst out from the other man's chest. He fell backwards and couldn't help shouting. "Beautiful! Hit!" The gunshot had already exposed them, so his voice was not missing.

Then, three MG3 machine guns spit out tongues of fire, the sound of tearing cloth kept ringing, and dense bullets swept towards the temporary command post in the distance.