Chapter 957 Sniper Elite (Part 2)

There are only two bullets left, and I only have two chances left! I can't lose!

With such a firm belief in victory, Wilt, who stood on one leg and used his shoulder to support the edge of the window to barely maintain his balance, can be said to have tried his best at this moment.

His right leg with a broken Achilles tendon was destined to be unable to support his body to stand. Wilt, who was extremely uncomfortable with this awkward standing posture, felt that it was difficult for him to even aim his gun, but if he didn't kill the Russian guy as soon as possible, he would be the one to die. This was a life-threatening gamble with his life as a barrier.

Escape? Wilt had never thought about it, and of course he didn't consider doing it at all. Only one person between him and the Russian guy was destined to survive. There was only one real city hunter.

"Come on, get closer! Russian guy! I'm going to shoot your head off!!!"

Wilt held his breath and stared at the target with his right eye that was driving the scope. The Russian guy who was moving madly and quickly against the low wall was indeed quite troublesome and difficult to deal with.

The opponent's steps seemed chaotic and he was only concerned about escaping, but in fact, he was trying his best to find the key blind spot that could cover the vital parts of his body according to Wilt's position.

The five seconds that had passed gave Wilt two shooting opportunities, but these two shooting opportunities that could hit the enemy were all abandoned by Wilt without exception.

The reason was that Wilt believed that hitting the arm or leg would not kill the prey on the spot, and the angle after the opponent fell would not give him the opportunity to make a second shot immediately. The cunning Russian guy even considered the possible evasive posture after being shot, enough to hide in the shooting blind spot before the bolt-action rifle fired again.

"Smart bastard! Run, keep running"

The temperature under the severe winter was minus 27 degrees Celsius. For the people living in this land, such a temperature was naturally nothing, and it had long been a common temperature.

But Wilt, who was extremely uncomfortable with this ghost weather and often complained about the cold weather, now forgot the cold.

Even though the snot had frozen on the tip of his nose, the sweat that had slid down his cheeks had frozen on his face, and the blood stains on his trouser legs had frozen into a stiff block, Wilt remained unmoved and continued his hunting as if nothing had happened.

"Now!"

Bang --

Whoosh --

Crack --

After firing a shot, Wilt did not immediately reach out to pull the bolt, but was still staring at the sight and waiting to confirm the target. At this moment, he was very sure that his shot must have achieved something.

Wilt actually could not see with his naked eyes whether the bullet that penetrated the edge of the low wall hit the target or not. But the figure running fast did fall to the ground as if he was tripped, but Wilt saw it clearly through the sight.

"Heh, if you have the guts to keep running, show me"

Did he really hit the target?

Wilt, who took a huge risk of missing the target and chose to shoot through the wall, felt that there was an 80% chance that he had indeed hit the target and injured one of its legs and instantly fell to the ground.

If this was not the case, how could we explain why the Russian didn't stand up and continue running?

The only possibility for escaping to this point was that the prey had lost the ability to continue running for its life. The classic truth of hunter and prey has never changed in thousands of years. Wilt was very sure of this and firmly believed that his judgment was absolutely correct.

There was only one bullet left, and the only thing Wilt had to do next was to use this last bullet to kill the prey.

"Come on, Russian, the last round! I'll play the queen!"

At the moment when his right hand pulled the bolt to withdraw the fired shell, Wilt's eyes accidentally swept the scene of the street battlefield below.

The Russian heavy tanks rushing in the front were ferocious like beasts that had escaped from the cage in the zoo, and they were like tigers roaming the flock of sheep, baring their fangs and claws in front of the difficult defense of the German army and killing them.

The German soldiers who were about to be crushed by the tracks were still holding the defense line. As the security force of the Sixth Army Headquarters, this German infantry battalion was indeed powerful and extremely strong. It did not let the double minimum food supply approved by Paulust go to waste. Even under the direct bombardment of Soviet heavy tanks, they still held their positions and did not retreat.

However, this scene that seemed to make people feel excited, in Wilt's opinion, it was a bit like a beast about to pounce on the faces of zoo visitors. The upcoming result was almost predictable.

There was not much time left, and it had to end as soon as possible!

Wilt, who kept admonishing himself in his heart, pushed the bullet into the gun chamber and continued to aim. The Mauser 98K sniper rifle that was raised in an instant was still aimed at the position where the Russian fell just now. Wilt's always sharp intuition told him that the prey was still at the same position just now and had not moved.

Wilt spent two seconds calibrating his aiming line, and did not choose to use his quick-shooting skills to finish off his opponent as he had done in the past, because he really had no chance to waste.

There was only one bullet left in the gun chamber!

The thickness of the low wall was not enough to withstand the direct fire of a 92mm full-power rifle bullet. Wilt, who had just penetrated the edge of the wall with a precise shot, was already convinced that another shot through the wall would definitely kill that person. The Russian's life was so small that there was no need for any hesitation in firing after he was sure that the target was firmly locked.

"Farewell, Russian!"

boom--

Bang bang bang bang bang——

There was a sinister smile on the corner of Wilt's mouth

He did feel the recoil when he pulled the trigger and the gun butt hit his shoulder. He also saw the exciting scene of the bullet hitting the low wall and splashing a burst of debris and snowflakes. He also heard the sound of his own voice. The dull sound of the body weighing more than 120 kilograms falling heavily to the ground echoed in the ears, and the appearance of vomiting blood from the mouth was unknown.

"Pfft cough cough"

"I hit it, I killed him! I am me and I am the final winner."

Wilt, who never finished his words until he died, died very quickly. The cause of death was that five precise rounds of 62mm full-power rifle bullets penetrated his chest, causing multiple chest organs to shatter in a very short period of time. He died quickly, without even a chance to die from excessive blood loss.