Imperial Overlord

"The task is very simple, enter the place with the most enemies, find a way to hide, and command our army's artillery fire." Dad's words were concise and Chris listened very clearly.

The three of them left the front line controlled by their soldiers, advancing little by little, marching in the most careful way, not even leaving footprints.

Walking along the collapsed wall and stepping on the rubble, Chris felt that this time was really the most cautious march.

When he was with the siege troops before, although he was also a sniper, he was not so nervous.

Because the main opposition sniper's mission is not on his side, but on the side of the specialized hunting unit. So he just dealt with the enemy's ordinary infantry, which is obviously much simpler.

Most of the time, his enemies don't even know where he is, and lie on the ground with their heads broken.

Now the situation has become more complicated. The opponent also has snipers, and the position he has to fight is far ahead than when he was in the siege force.

"In this kind of place?" Looking at the position chosen by Dad, Chris felt that his previous three views had been subverted.

They chose a sniper location with a general environment, not a suitable location for a sniper.

It's neither high nor spacious, and the only good thing here is that it controls an entire street and is very easy to retreat.

"Yes! It's here. Our task is actually to cover the antenna..." Dad pointed to the signal soldier nicknamed the antenna, and said to Chris: "You only appear when the opponent's sniper is facing us. when."

Try not to shoot, this is the new fighting style instilled in Chris by his comrades after he came to the new unit.

Although a little reluctant, Chris still held up his rifle depressedly and began to look for a suitable position for him.

Now he is responsible for the safety of the other two people, and is responsible for taking care of his two comrades and making them as safe as possible.

Soon, he found a suitable position, a hidden sniper position. Most of the shooting angles can be blocked here, enough to cover the rapid retreat of two people.

Chris placed his rifle in a suitable place and used the surrounding **** to camouflage his muzzle as much as possible.

Entering the rhythm he was familiar with, this made Chris a sniper a lot more at ease. He didn't know much about the things before, but he was very familiar with the things after that.

"I'm a rock, I can't move..." He muttered softly, then leaned on his rifle as if he was asleep.

Beside him, the father who was in charge of cooperating with him was holding a telescope, looking for traces of the Soviets. Behind them can be said to be a danger zone, a very dangerous area.

The Germans closest to them were at least a block away. If they are discovered by the Soviets, it is estimated that the possibility of annihilation is very high.

The Germans will not let go of the Soviet snipers, and the Soviets will not let go of the captured German snipers. Both sides hated professions with sights on their weapons, and they suffered too much under the muzzle of a sniper.

"Coordinates, 54-73...correction...53-72...you can fire." Holding the telescope, the old man said gently to the antenna of the comrade-in-arms who was in charge of vigilance behind him.

Cyric nodded, then turned on the switch, and said a set of numbers to the walkie-talkie: "Coordinates 53-72, 10 shots, fire!"

"Boom! Boom!" Sure enough, in less than a minute, a row of shells fell near a building in the distance.

Listening to the sound of the explosion, it is probably the captured Soviet 122mm howitzer, the sound of the explosion is not as loud as Germany's own 150mm self-propelled artillery.

Chris was very curious, and looked at the building that had been bombed by the shells with the scope, and found that many Soviet soldiers were fleeing around, and there were many corpses on the street.

This is much more effective than his attack. He wants to knock down a building, but it's not easy...

"Steady, nine o'clock..." After Buck reminded Chris, he picked up the telescope and observed the enemy in the distance.

The guided shelling fell silent immediately after ten clear shells. It seems that he has grown his eyes and watched every move of the Soviets without wasting a single extra shell.

Under this kind of guidance tactics, the Soviet army seemed to be very passive. When they gathered together, they would attract German artillery fire, and they were scattered and unable to form combat effectiveness.

Those local counterattacks, defensive counterattacks, and surprise attacks, which the Soviet army was very good at, all became useless in front of the German artillery-guided sniper team.

But Chris was depressed, he didn't even have a chance to fire. Just waiting for an order to retreat at a chosen location.

He waited boredly, listening to his father commanding his artillery fire again and again, telling the rear of the enemy's position within the line of sight, and then guiding the artillery to wash the ground.

"Bah!" Just when Chris was bored, a bullet hit the old man with the telescope.

Chris cheered up all of a sudden, and looked for the target through the scope. He saw the approximate direction of the bullet, so it was very purposeful to find it.

Dad naturally shrank his head and looked at Chris who was looking for his target: "Cyric, pack up and prepare to retreat!"

Obviously the Soviets were not passively beaten. After being attacked by German artillery a few times, they guessed that the Germans had an artillery observation post nearby.

So their snipers also joined the battle~www.wuxiaspot.com~ ready to take down this forward German outpost.

The purpose of the opponent's fire was not blindly, but to suppress the German army and let the outflanking infantry find a suitable position.

If the opponent's sniper is always there, retreating becomes very risky, so Dad and Chris' two sniper rifles are looking for the sniper in the distance.

"Phew!" After exhaling a turbid breath, the corners of Chris' mouth raised. He found the sniper's location, behind a window, still looking for the old man he had just aimed at.

"Bah!" Chris pulled the trigger, as if to vent his grievances for doing nothing before venting.

The bullet flew over a long distance, knocking the opponent's sniper with a sniper rifle to the ground.

"I hit him!" Chris drew back his rifle confidently, and then saw that Buck and Cyric had packed their things and were about to leave.

"Very accurate, young man!" Father Buck pulled Chris up, praised him, and retreated from the chosen direction.