Imperial Overlord

As a sniper, patience is more important than skill. Sometimes a sniper has to wait in place for hours before reaching an hapless target.

Chris is patient enough. He has been waiting at that window for more than an hour, and he still hasn't moved.

He observed through his scope, looking at the ruins and Soviet barricades in the distance, but his fingers were not pressed on the trigger.

From time to time there were Soviet soldiers sticking out their heads, and some even showing their bodies, as if provoking him to fire.

And Chris himself knew very well that if he opened fire, he would definitely hit the unsuspecting Soviet soldier and take his first record in the ruins of Moscow.

Unfortunately, in Chris's eyes, the value of these goals is too low. They were all ordinary Soviet soldiers, and Chris didn't want to waste his bullets on them.

After one shot, Chris couldn't find so many targets anymore, and the unlucky guy on the other side might just be a corporal.

It's a very boring job to be there with a weapon almost motionless. Under normal circumstances, it is easy for people to fall asleep there.

After all, lying down somewhere, waiting for boredom, is really easy to fall asleep. Even on a battlefield full of bullets, this is the case...

In the modern warfare of the 21st century, it is very easy to determine the enemy's position.

As long as you get close to the enemy's position, turn on the GPS satellite positioning, and then estimate the distance between the other party and yourself, you can know the coordinates of the enemy army very accurately.

But in World War II, it was not easy to know the exact location of the enemy.

You must know your own marching route, plan the coordinate system in advance, and then make calculations as much as possible.

As far as accuracy is concerned, it can only rely on "fate". If fate arrives, it will be extremely accurate, and if fate does not, it will be lost thousands of miles.

However, after forming a system and forming a habit, it can still be roughly accurate. For example, the American troops in the late World War II were very good at this.

Therefore, this kind of shelling does not rely on belief, but a broad and profound technology. For the artillery and the guides who command the artillery, a lot of cooperation and training are needed to achieve closeness.

At this moment, Cyric was accurately calculating his position on the map, as well as the position of the enemy.

His map is not very accurate, because it is not an accurate military map after all, he marked the location on it, but also changed the different buildings.

There are some deviations on the map, which makes his calculation work exponentially increase. But he is very familiar with it, and he is changing the map little by little with a pencil.

"Hurry up! We've been here for over an hour." Dad got closer to Cyric, so the two of them could talk in a low voice.

All three have become very cautious since the last time they were blocked on the roof by Soviet soldiers.

They will not easily choose dangerous areas, and try their best to confirm the absolute safety of the back road after setting up defensive positions.

"There are three ruins marked wrong, and two buildings are wrong... We can't go wrong, so the map is wrong." Cyric replied without looking up, staring at the map in front of him.

"I have to make some modifications again, and the coordinates have to be confirmed again and again before they can be used as a reference for the next action." After speaking, he moved his pencil again and made a mark on the map.

This is not Smolensk. When they participated in the war, it was almost explored by ordinary troops, so their coordinates were accurate.

Now, this is Moscow, and everyone is still very unfamiliar with it. Naturally, a lot of work must be done before we can fight like a duck in water.

After another ten minutes, Cyric raised his head and said with a slight excitement: "Okay! It's almost done!"

He folded the map that had been spread out in his hand, revealing only the nearby piece, and then handed it to Dad.

Dad took the map in his hand, referred to the coordinates on the drawing, and looked at the enemy positions in the distance.

The people there did not know that they had been stared at by the dark eyes, and they were still strengthening their positions, preparing to resist a new round of German attacks.

"Call Command! Call Command!" Pressing the call switch on his walkie-talkie, Cyric began to communicate.

Soon, the voice of the headquarters came from the handset of the walkie-talkie: "This is the headquarters 04, this is the headquarters 04!"

The habit of repeating is because the radio communication in this era is not reliable, and it may not be heard clearly by the opposite party...

"Coordinates, 54-73...correction...53-72...you can fire." The old man who had put down the rifle in his hand and picked up the binoculars, gently pointed the comrade-in-arms Antenna Cyric who was in charge of vigilance behind him. said.

Cyric nodded, then turned on the switch, and said a set of numbers to the walkie-talkie: "Coordinates 24-33, correct to the east by 7, 3 shots, test!"

He was talking about testing, not firing, just to see if the shooting Zhuyuan he had corrected was correct.

This kind of test is necessary, because if the modification is not accurate, the test must be repositioned until it is accurate.

There are at least 100 of these sniper squads around the actual Soviet and German lines of control at the moment ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ doing about the same job.

With so many people modifying the map together, the coordinates and buildings can be completely accurate, and finally a more accurate combat map can be aggregated.

Tomorrow or the day after, they will get the compiled map, and then accurately direct the artillery attack to easily destroy the enemy positions in front of them.

"Coordinates 24-33! Correction 7...3 salvos to the east! Test! Repeat!" Cyric repeated the coordinates while holding his walkie-talkie.

"Coordinates..." Inside the receiver came the response from the artillery headquarters. After a few minutes of waiting, three artillery shells flew nearby and landed on the distant Soviet battlefield.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The huge explosion kicked up the dust, and the earth shook and the mountains shook deafeningly. The Soviet positions were shrouded in black smoke, making it impossible to see them clearly.

"Okay! Retreat! Our mission is complete!" With the revised map, Dad retreated from his position and gave the order to retreat.