Imperial Overlord

Through the grass in front of him, the German infantry Sergeant Chris was looking at the opposite position with his 4x ZF39 scope.

Bullets were whistling beside him, and in front of him, there was a German No. 3 assault gun that was advancing. The assault gun advanced little by little, followed by a large number of soldiers.

Without making Budyonny wait too long, the German fortifications began their official attack. It is their task to clean up the periphery of Smolensk.

The Soviet army on the periphery had no decent troops at all, anti-tank weapons were very scarce, and machine guns were pitiful.

In this case, the speed of the German attack is very fast: the opponent does not even have any decent weapons, so how can they stop the German attack?

It was women and children who opened fire in the trenches. These people dressed like beggars, and their combat effectiveness was infinitely close to zero.

When the German tanks were still 1,000 meters away, the Soviet machine gun positions opened fire, and the rifles also joined the shooting ranks, which was not polite at all.

The problem is not only that the machine gun position was exposed prematurely, but also that after the opponent opened fire, there was no intention to move at all.

Chris didn't mean the same thing. He aimed at the machine gun shooter in the distance and shot him in the head.

Immediately, the machine gun over there was silent, and when he fired again, the shooter didn't even have a steel helmet, still exposing his head.

Chris narrowed his eyes, pressed the crosshair in the scope of the gun on the opponent's forehead with ease, and pulled the trigger.

"Bah!" After a gunshot, through his scope, Chris saw the opponent's head shattered and his hair scattered.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and moved his eyes a little strangely. Doubt in his heart, he whispered in a low voice: "Hair?"

Then, he saw that his tank had run over the enemy's defensive position, and the Germans behind the tank jumped into the trench, and the gunfire immediately became fierce.

Seeing the signal from the comrades-in-arms, several German machine gun groups and snipers all started to move forward.

They rushed out of the trenches at the fastest speed, and then ran desperately until they jumped into the trenches dug by the Soviet army, and then they began to gasp for breath.

Running with a weapon in hand is not an easy task, let alone stooping and running on a battlefield full of bullets.

Suddenly, because of deep curiosity, holding his own weapon, the German sniper Chris began to walk to one side along the Soviet trench.

He stepped on the fallen Soviet corpses in the trenches, and some of them lay on their backs at the bottom of the trenches, with dark red holes on their bodies.

Stepping on these corpses, there is a soft feeling, that kind of feeling is not good, and it makes people sick to think about it.

Chris looked down at his feet and saw the corpse stepping on his feet. It was a middle-aged man in a Soviet military uniform, but not wearing leggings or a steel helmet.

He was almost 50 years old just by looking at the face that was distorted from the agony before his death. This is not the age to be a soldier at all, and even the son of the corpse is a little too old to be a soldier.

Holding his weapon, Chris didn't know what to think. He stepped on the corpses step by step and walked forward, passing the German soldiers resting on the trenches.

The first line of defense took only a few minutes. They may have encountered a group of old men posing as Soviet troops.

As he walked, Chris saw the Soviet machine gun position he had just fired, and saw the corpse lying on the ground here.

The German grenadiers had cleared this place long ago, and everyone was killed, leaving no enemies.

And now, it belongs to a German machine gun team, leaning against the pit wall of the trench, reloading their machine guns with new drums.

Although the ammunition chain is a better choice for ammunition, when attacking, I don't know when to lift the machine gun to transfer the shooting position, so it is more convenient to play the drum.

Seeing Chris coming over, the other party didn't speak either and continued his work. All around them were the corpses of the Soviets, and the blood was still flowing.

"What are you looking for?" Finally, after loading his machine gun, the machine gun shooter asked.

"Find a corpse!" Chris lowered his head, saw the corpse stepping on his feet, and saw the corpse's face.

This is a young child, or rather a young girl. The bullet passed through her forehead, sending her hair flying.

The corpse still had its eyes open, and next to a pair of beautiful blue eyeballs, it had been soaked in the overflowing blood. She is dead, dead completely.

I have to say, this is a very beautiful girl. If it wasn't for the war, she might have married a nice guy.

It is a pity that she came to this sinful battlefield and encountered the German army with the highest proportion of snipers. So she died, completely.

The German infantry was still attacking cautiously, and the howling shells swept over their heads and landed inside the city of Smolensk.

The sound of buildings collapsing could be heard several kilometers away. The sound of shells exploding echoed in the sky, and the black smoke engulfed the sky.

This is a war, a real war. Destruction has become commonplace here, and destruction has replaced everything and has become the main theme.

Chris opened his eyes and looked at the girl lying on the ground under his feet. He wanted to reach out and touch the girl's cheek.

It's a pity that ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ there are other German soldiers in the trenches, and he really can't do such a perverted thing as touching the cheek of a corpse.

The battle continued, and the cheers of the charge had already sounded. Kesley knew he couldn't stay any longer, and he had to fight his own battle.

He swore under the flag to fight until the end for the Führer. So he had to fulfill his oath and really fight until the moment of victory.

Germany must win, and only victory can survive in the future! This is what the head of state said, and what the head of state says is right!

Chris climbed out of the trench, the machine gun positions around him were still firing, and the tracer rounds formed an arc and flew into the distance.

"Tutu! Tutu!" The shredder's voice was very unique, and Chris also had the confidence to keep running forward.

He raised his feet, still thinking of the pretty girl's face, and ran forward step by step.

In the distance, the German troops continued to move forward and had already rushed to the edge of the city.