Imperial Overlord

Stepping on the rubble and walking in a very narrow alley, Chris carefully held his rifle, as if he was afraid of making a little noise.

After walking a few steps, he leaned against the wall beside him and listened to the sounds nearby, but because of the sound of shelling in the distance, he couldn't distinguish too small sounds.

It was very close to the nearby Sud firefighting area, so he had to be careful to avoid being killed inexplicably.

Walking in the front, he pressed down with his hand, signaling Cyric and his father behind him, and lowered his body to stop his steps.

Seeing his gesture, Dad Buck and Cyric both stopped their footsteps, and looked around at the surrounding movement across the two buildings.

Sticking to the wall, Chris moved his body a little bit, and finally leaned on the corner and stuck out his head.

In just a split second, his sharp eyes swept across the corner. There was no one there, so he immediately retracted his head.

Then he changed his gesture to signal to the two people behind that it was safe here. Daddy Buck nodded, and Cyric continued to walk forward slowly.

In this group, Cyric was going to be in the middle of the group, because his walkie-talkie was the most valuable equipment in the group.

With this equipment, they can call for support, and they can also command the artillery group behind them to continue the fight.

When Cyric walked behind Chris, Dad started to move, and the three finally gathered around the corner.

"About two-thirds of the building opposite is left, and it looks like a good observation point! Go up and take a look! Be careful not to leave any traces!" Chris lowered his voice and pointed to his father.

Dad looked at the building in the distance, nodded, and agreed: "Okay! Just go there! Pay attention to your surroundings, if you can't, go back!"

Cyric is the least right to speak, because he is similar to the signal soldiers in this group, and has no right to speak in actual combat.

As a signal soldier, he only needs to guard the back roads of a few people, and then contact his artillery to fire when necessary.

As for the arrangement of the battle, for example, selecting the observation point and finding the sniper position, it was all negotiated by Cyric and Dad.

What's more depressing is that Cyric's arm is still slatted, and his entire arm is still injured, so he can hardly fight directly.

If it weren't for the fact that there were too few signal soldiers, he would probably still be resting in the wounded barracks now - it was also a reason why he didn't want to wait in the upper barracks.

"Squeak..." Chris, who was on one knee, pushed open the door of the building with a gun, and the hinge on the door made a slight noise.

The furniture in the room was crooked, and it looked like it had been picked up long ago, and nothing would be left.

With the sunlight coming in through the window, Chris glanced inside the room out of the corner of his eye, and saw no enemy.

He rushed into the house with a brisk walk on his side, then leaned towards a corner, holding his sniper rifle, watching everything in the house.

There was literally no one inside, the chandelier fell to the floor, the wardrobe against the window on the other side was full of bullet holes.

Obviously, a fierce battle broke out here, but the battle has been over for a long time, because the corpses that should have been dumped here are gone.

This must be because of fear of the outbreak of the plague epidemic, so someone deliberately came back to dispose of the corpses left here.

However, the handling was rather sloppy, because the blood stains on the ground were still there, and there were some weapons in some places.

For example, there is a broken Mosin Nagant rifle left by the wall, and a Soviet steel helmet that has been penetrated by bullets.

Of course, there are also messy clothes and some daily necessities. Such as broken plates and dishes, sheets and curtains full of bullet holes.

Chris's weapon was pointed in the direction of the stairs, and Cyric walked into the house second. He was carrying an STG-44 assault rifle, which could provide good fire support in this situation.

The two of them found a relatively scattered position in the room, covered each other, and leaned towards the stairs.

"Squeak..." Father Buck closed the door after being the last to enter the room. The slight folding sound made Chris a little uncomfortable.

Chris took his G43 sniper rifle and walked up the stairs step by step. His military boots creaked on the wooden stairs.

This sound seemed so harsh in the quiet house, which made people frown involuntarily.

Braving his head, Chris finally walked to the corridor on the second floor. He saw that almost all the doors of the rooms were open, and no one was willing to close the doors in such a place.

He moved forward little by little, leaning against the wall on one side, trying to give himself some cover.

For example, an open door full of bullet holes, or a piece of furniture pushed into a corridor as a cover, can block part of his body and reduce the probability of him being targeted.

Furniture and doors cannot be used as bulletproof bunkers. Those TV shows that lean on the sofa or behind the table to avoid a round of shooting by the other party are all deceptive.

If in a real situation, hiding in these places to avoid bullets, there will only be one fate, that is, being beaten into a sieve by bullets...

The only possibility at home - watch out, it's possible! It is possible to block the bullets from passing through the walls and refrigerators. As for everything else, it's not safe.

However, it is a very wise tactic to rely on these things to block some sight lines, so that the opponent cannot aim at the first time and miss the best chance to fire.

Chris stopped in the last building ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ because he had confirmed that the building was empty.

Going further ahead is the collapsed part. The upstairs has also collapsed, and the stairs are blocked. This is a closed environment, and the view from the second floor is very good.

Found a place with a good view, Chris began to carefully disguise his sniper rifle.

The practice of sticking the muzzle out of the window is neither amateur nor necessary, and the average sniper will choose a better camouflage.

Near the entrance of the stairs, Cyric found a sofa, sat on it, and put his equipment at his feet.

Dad Buck also came up and chose a sniper position of his own a few windows away from Chris, and then the three of them performed their duties and waited quietly.

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Long Ling is not in the state today, another update will be presented tomorrow...