Chapter 708: Purgatory in the Rain

The drizzle of rain continued to fall along the brim of the helmet. The cold breath that wetted the whole body from the rain swept over the trembling body, but the weapon tightly held in the hand was still spitting out fiery tongues of fire, shooting the bullets of hatred. Facing another group of people with the same occupation but completely different beliefs opposite, the sounds of gunfire and gunfire echoed in the rain.

The German soldiers cursed the damn Russian weather and did not want to fight in such an environment.

Similarly, the Red Army soldiers on the defensive side also hated such a combat environment.

The falling rain washed away the dust and burn marks on Malashenko's car, revealing the heavy armor that was already riddled with bullet marks but no one was completely penetrated.

The black muzzle was aimed at a slowly moving German Panzer IV tank a hundred meters away.

The huge battlefield losses and the ineffectiveness of the armor of our own tanks made the German armored soldiers fighting in the Soviet Union complain. The front-line logistics support force temporarily attached 10 mm gap additional armor to this Panzer IV tank. This was the final solution.

But obviously, such temporary defense reinforcement was not enough to allow this Panzer IV tank to escape doom.

"One o'clock, the German's No. 4, kill it!"

boom--

The propellant fire that burned and expanded rapidly exploded into a blazing flame in front of the black muzzle and spread.

The raindrops falling in the air were blown away by the hot muzzle air and changed their trajectory. The hot shell, which was barely wet by the rain at the moment it came out of the barrel, rushed towards the target with a shrill scream. This car was an invader. The fate of the Panzer IV that set foot on Soviet territory ended here.

boom--

The powerful ammunition exploded, shattering the entire tank body into pieces, and the short turret was lifted into the air like a rocket.

The German soldiers who were kneeling on the rainy and muddy road had no time to react. The scorching hot air wave swept away in an instant and directly blew away the entire squad surrounding the Panzer IV tank, which used infantry-tank coordinated attack tactics. German soldier.

The bodies that were disemboweled and shattered by the explosion flew backwards and fell into the rain without making any more noises. But more of them were the sounds of the German soldiers who were not completely dead on the spot but were merely maimed by the bombing. A shrill wail.

"Ah! Legs, my legs, Gordon, Stein, please help me, help me!"

The broken right leg, which was completely blown to pieces, exposed the oozing white bones. The rain washed down the blood and quickly gathered into a small blood bubble on the uneven ground. The smaller part of the right leg that was blown off was half dead. The owner was lying in the mud at least fifteen meters away, and the German soldiers who could not be heard screaming clearly could not care about his broken leg that could never be saved.

Everything happening 450 meters away can be seen in the PU 5x optical sight.

Wearing a tank soldier's fireproof combat uniform borrowed from the Guards' 1st Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment as a raincoat and cloak, he was lying among the masonry ruins with many small stones used for camouflage pressed on his body. He remained motionless. The Soviet sniper, who moved like a dead man, tightly grasped the Mosin-Nagant sniper rifle in his hand, waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the time to maximize the results.

The pitiful howls of their comrades made the German soldiers suppressed behind the surrounding bunkers feel frightened and unbearable at the same time.

A German soldier whose name was called several times hesitated and then took the rifle out of his hand and was about to rush out. The veteran squad leader hiding with him immediately raised his right arm to block him behind him.

"Are you crazy? He is already like that. He will die within three minutes of being rescued. You are still alive! There is no need to lose your life for a dying person!"

"But"

The moment of contention provided the perfect opportunity for another German soldier with the same intention.

When no one reacted on the spot, the young German soldier, who put his rifle directly behind his back, ducked and rushed out.

He dodged several direct bullets with his swift and agile steps. His hands, which were only thinking about saving people, finally caught the half-part of his comrade whose lifeblood had been blown away. Just as he was preparing to exert force, there was a sound in the pouring rain. The sound of gunfire, which was almost suppressed to the smallest decibel, ended all efforts in an instant.

boom--

"Well"

Different from later movies that depict agent plots, snipers in war rarely choose to shoot their enemies in the head. Especially in this situation where both wind and rain have a great impact on ballistics, the upper body of the torso, which has an obvious target and is easier to hit, is obviously the best choice for defeating the enemy.

With a muzzle velocity of 860 meters per second, the sharp 62mm rifle bullet crossed the short distance of 450 meters and was accurately shot into the chest before the human brain could react.

By chance, the projectile that hit the ribs was forcibly changed in its forward trajectory and became unstable on the spot. After breaking the ribs, it continued to penetrate deep into the human body at an angle of 30 degrees with strong kinetic energy.

The entire right lung lobe was instantly shattered into pieces by the destabilized 62mm rifle bullet after changing its trajectory. The strong cavity effect directly fired a bullet larger than an adult's on the back of the German soldier who wanted to save his comrades. The wound was bigger than a man's fist.

The rising blood blocked his entire throat and he was completely unable to breathe. He felt as if his chest was empty, as if something was missing.

The German soldier who wanted to save people unconsciously let go of his hands that were grabbing his comrade's collar, and instead grabbed his throat and scratched hard to regain his breath.

The futile effort lasted less than five seconds before it was completely over. The speed at which the vitality was lost was much faster than the brain's reaction speed, and the severely injured body quickly reached the end of death.

What was a little surprising was that the dead body kneeling on the ground did not fall down, but lowered its head like a statue, letting the blood flow and the rain wash over it.

The half body lying beside the corpse's knees had long lost its breath of life. The miserable cry just now had turned into lifeless eyes staring at the rainy sky above, as if complaining about some kind of injustice of fate.

The Soviet sniper who killed the target with one shot was calm, and there was not even a trace of facial expression.

The right hand that was frozen stiff pulled the bolt of the gun, which was even colder and abnormally colder, and with a sound so small that it was not easy to detect, the shell with residual heat and a trace of white smoke was ejected.

Cursing the opponent's tactics as despicable and dirty is a pleasant compliment to the enemy. This unprecedented war of fighting with all one can muster has already wiped out the last glimmer of humanity on the cruel battlefield.

All that is left is this purgatory on earth where every possible means is used to kill people.