sarajevo sniper

After the armored vehicle was bombed, Croatian mercenaries opened up a line of defense around the armored vehicle.Berramovich got off the command vehicle, and while commanding the soldiers to carry the wounded, he deployed soldiers to stabilize the line of defense.He is a veteran who has experienced World War II, and he still has momentum and majesty when he stands on the battlefield.He dispatched in an orderly manner, and the Croatian mercenaries quickly stabilized the line of defense.

But at this time, Lin Nai's scope also found him. The general under the lens was still carrying the wounded soldiers to the transport vehicle. He was running very fast and kept shuttling in the battle room, which made Lin Nai very bad. aim.As the wind speed at night became more and more unstable, the scope was still unable to lock on to Berlamovich.

Killing a moving target is undoubtedly one of the most difficult tests for a sniper. The muzzle of a sniper needs to be constantly adjusted in short distances according to the target person, and the setting of the aiming point is also very difficult to grasp.Heads and limbs should be preferred options for snipers, but not for moving targets.This is because when a person is moving, the limbs are the fastest moving and changing parts of all body parts, so it is not easy for bullets to hit.Although the head is a deadly part, on the battlefield, because the characters are too nervous and vigilant during the movement, they are also easily disturbed by various aspects. Extremely small factors may cause the characters to turn their heads or turn their faces. Therefore, The head is also not easy to aim.

Linnai decided to change the way of sniping. If he could not guarantee a single hit, then he needed to set a trap for the target person, and step by step lure Berlamovich to his gun and give him a clear and accurate aim. point.

He observed the surrounding environment and fired two shots, first killing the two mercenaries in the defense point on the right side of the commanding armored vehicle.There was only one flustered scout left at the point of defense, so it would definitely be impossible to defend. While calling the medical soldiers to transfer the victims, he dealt with the mongoose, unable to do his best.Berramovich followed up and coordinated another group of soldiers nearby to reinforce the defense point, but the loss of personnel was much faster than he had imagined, and no more soldiers could be sent around to reinforce the point.

The general had no choice but to temporarily pick up the guns of the sacrificed personnel and squat in the defense point.The scout beside him was scratched by a ricochet and cried out in pain: "Fuck!" He was very pessimistic about the ensuing battle situation: "You didn't tell us that they still have a retreating force! The firepower is too fierce!"

"I don't know either!" the general yelled at him. "They should go rescue their helicopter!"

Scout is more inclined to swear: "We should fucking rescue our chopper!"

Berramovich was not in the mood to think about the helicopter at all. What else was he going to say, suddenly a bullet flew from behind, and the scout who was cursing just now jumped forward, drawing a long and narrow red line from the back of his neck towards the sky, The back of the general's uniform was stained red with blood, and the man fell on the sandbag.The admiral was taken aback, his hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and he subconsciously aimed the gun in the direction of the bullet.

Behind them was the empty tarmac, and the mongoose was in front of them, and the bullets should not be flying from behind.The bullet struck fear in the heart of the Yugoslav People's Army general, who knew it meant snipers were behind them.

Unfortunately, the PM-84 in his hand does not have a scope, which means that he cannot see any targets beyond 300 meters.He scolded fiercely, as if he wanted to shake off his fear, but the feeling of being strangled by someone's neck in the dark was not easy to break free.

He shouted to the soldiers to give him a gun with a scope, but there was no one around, and he was the only one left on this point.He subconsciously licked his lips, wanting to relieve the thirsty feeling in his mouth, his tongue immediately tasted a bitter taste mixed with gunpowder smoke and human blood - his lips were like two pieces of rotten fish that had been placed for a week, The slightly sharp sour taste of sulfur melted on the tip of his tongue, more nauseating and indigestible than any pill he had ever taken.

This is the taste of war, and war is an indigestible thing.

Berramovich closed his eyes, and a strange calm fell on him. He realized the "aha moment" before the death of human beings - a person will have a premonition before he is about to die. At this moment, he clearly Realizing that he was numbered, that he was at the end of his life, the fear immediately faded from his body, leaving a stiff, cold silence.

He was almost still in place for half a minute, and when he opened his eyes, Linnaeus pulled the trigger just in time.The distance between them was only 1 second for the bullet, and the bullet hit Berramovich's throat, piercing a blood hole less than 5 centimeters above the intersection of his collarbone.

Berramovich was still holding the gun, maintaining his shooting posture. He opened his mouth in vain, but no sound came out of his mouth. At this moment, his throat was completely torn by metal bullets. Seeing the tissue, fat, meat and broken bones sticking together into a pot of porridge, the whole throat bone was completely shattered, and he could hear the sound of bones breaking and collapsing constantly echoing in his head, just like a little mouse Living in his throat kazkas gnawing.

This voice reminded the admiral of his childhood, when he was poor and white, he was born on a remote farm in Serbia, where there were many rats, skinny rats with rough hair and staring red bloodshot eyes When he was young, he was as thin, as small, as tired and congested as that mouse.My mother often complained that the rats stole food and gnawed away the food stored in winter. She tried her best to get rid of the rats, but these tenacious animals never made her feel at ease.

One day, she was tired, and she collapsed in the farmland, and the mice finally had a chance to bully her.It was winter, and the winter in the Balkans is always vicious. When he and his brother found his mother in the field, half of her face was eaten off by mice. He thought, it can’t blame these animals, they are just hungry, they just To survive.

The shelling and gunshots seemed to have stopped, and he lay on the ground with his eyes open. The rat bit his neck and face, but at this time he had basically lost his ability to perceive pain, and he felt a sincere relief from the bottom of his heart.

— Mom, look, nothing has changed here.

he thought sadly.

Linnai confirmed the dead Berramovic in the scope, and closed the gun to contact Leto: "He is dead."

Leto made the final resistance with the Serbian armed forces at the door: "Got it." He didn't turn off the communicator immediately: "Are you okay?"

In fact, Lin Nai was also exhausted, he was seriously injured, and his words were a little empty at this time: "You will take me home, right?"

A warm, homely voice whispered in his ear: "Yes. Let's go home together."

Leto hung up the communicator with a relieved expression.Walter finally smiled beside him, and he could read the expression "it's over" on the colonel's face, which meant that the war was finally over.

The little orderly finally regained some vitality. His wounds were properly treated by the medical soldiers. Although he still couldn't hear clearly, the doctor told him that there was nothing serious and his hearing could be restored.At this time, he gained confidence and decided to finish the last shift.

"I'll go support old Martin and the others, and see if they need any help." He walked outside with the remaining ammunition and equipment.

In front of the building is still a Serb-armed Humvee convoy, but the militiamen have been beaten to pieces, and the ammunition of the vanguard is basically exhausted, but the veterans dare not relax for a moment and continue to shoot.Walter ran back and forth to transport ammunition, move the wounded, and support the medical soldiers. He was so busy that he could be seen wherever he was needed.

In fact, they didn't last long in the fight, and things became simpler and easier later - the strafing from the small antelope helped them solve many problems to the greatest extent, and the frenzied strafing of the aircraft covered every inch of the enemy's occupied territory , quickly and efficiently cleaned up the lingering private militants, as if a torrential rain washed away all the dirt on the ground.

Bobcat called for surrender with a loudspeaker in the air: "Sanchez Berlamovich is dead, and those who put down their weapons and surrender will not be killed. Sanchez Berlamovich is dead, and those who put down their weapons and surrender will not be killed..."

By 08:30, the retreating troops arrived at the gate of the cargo building, pressing down on the surrendered militia and mercenaries.

Walter was in charge of counting the number of people and reporting to Leto: "A total of 57 Croats and 21 Serbs surrendered, Colonel. Let them run behind the car and move all our wounded to the car first, otherwise I'm afraid Not enough cars."

"How many of us are left? Let the mongoose escort the surrendered personnel." Leto greeted the special forces.

"Less than 50." The orderly shook his head and sighed, seeing the stretcher coming in and out brought the wounded man who was blown up and lost a leg: "What the fuck, I can't believe how he's going home to see his mother."

Normally, Leto didn't like bad words from those around him, but now he could only nod in agreement.

The situation of mongoose casualties is not optimistic, Walter and several veterans followed to help escort the prisoners.They must first search these people and disarm them, then tie their hands and drag them behind the hummer with ropes to prevent these people from escaping.The good news is that the number of captives this time is considerable, the more captives there are, the greater the initiative Leto will have in negotiating with Serbia.

The little orderly was busy searching the prisoner. It was a Serbian militiaman. He had two broken fingers, and the blood flowed all over his palms, which drenched his palms.Walter searched him from top to bottom with a machine gun, two pistols, and a load of ammunition. He was about to take out his boots when the Serbian stood up and leaned in front of him, shouting: " go to hell!"

Before Walter could figure out what was going on, he was pushed from the side and fell to the ground. The old soldier next to him took his place and was stabbed in the neck by the Serbian with a dagger.Walther lay on the ground, instinctively copied his gun and shot seven consecutive shots at the assassinating prisoner until the magazine was empty!

There was a truce around, so his shots were particularly loud.The prisoner was beaten into convulsions, and his eyes were still looking at Walter with hatred until he died.Walter dropped his gun, got up and rushed towards the veteran——

"No, no, no..." He hugged the veteran's body and called: "Medical soldier! Medical soldier! Someone is injured! First aid is needed here!"

The medical soldiers came to check, and the dagger pierced deeply into the veteran's neck, creating a long and deep gash. The artery must have been cut, and the blood shot out in a straight line.When Walter was hugged just now, he was splashed with blood all over his face. He almost retched with a wow. The medical soldier took the veteran from his hands and let him press his hands on the veteran's wound——

"Squeeze it! Squeeze it! Hard—"

Walter's hands were so frightened that he felt that if he tried harder, he would break the veteran's neck.This was the old soldier who told Walter to stay away from the wall and dig him out from under the RPG.After the retreating troops left, he and Walter stayed at the defense point until Linnaeus arrived.He also borrowed the gun that Walter and Linnaeus carried out their first rescue.

"Cough...cough cough," the old soldier reached out to hold the little orderly, and he made a difficult inhalation sound, as if the air could not enter his body.

Walter put his hands on his neck: "You will be fine, promise me, you will be fine. I really..." He really wanted to slap himself on the face: "I'm so stupid! If I went to take out his boot first..." He was referring to disarming the prisoner, but in fact he had already followed the procedure, and no one would have thought that there was a small dagger hidden in that boot.

Soon, the veteran passed out.

Walter's hands were shaking, and he begged the medical soldier: "Save him, save him! There must be some way to save him..."

The medical soldier also had blood on his face. He raised the veteran's feet up, trying to keep the veteran breathing unobstructed, but the effect was not obvious: "His arteries and trachea are broken, and the blood supply to one side of his brain is insufficient. It is also the reason for his fainting. I can’t judge whether the blood vessel is broken. If the blood vessel and the trachea are cut at the same time, it will cause blood to flow into the trachea, and he will suffocate soon.” They have too many wounded, all can be used to stop the bleeding All the medicines were used up, even the gauze was gone, and the medical soldiers looked desperate.

Walter's hand was so slippery that he couldn't even hold the veteran's neck. A large amount of thick liquid was irretrievably lost from between his fingers. Soon his pants and sleeves were all soaked in blood, and he could feel it. It is the same way that the vitality of the veteran is lost between his fingers.When the medical soldiers finally found the poor remaining hemostatic gauze, the pulse in the veteran's neck had stopped.

Walter groaned.This whole process is about two or three minutes, and things happen so fast that people are unprepared.The medical soldier had to do cardiopulmonary resuscitation, but Walter refused to let him hold the veteran tightly in his arms, and shouted, "Don't touch him!"

They were going to take the body out of his hands and put it in a body bag, and Walter resisted so fiercely that no one could separate the desperate little orderly from the body.In the end, the medical soldiers had no choice but to ask Leto to come forward. Leto supported the injured Linnai and pushed through the crowd. What he saw was a tearful and painful Walter.

Linnai knelt down and patted Walter's shoulder: "I'm sorry, Walter."

Walter's tears rolled down his face.His voice trembled: "If I'm not so useless...it's all my fault..."

"No if," Linnaeus interrupted him, forcibly raised his face to force him to face himself: "Look at me, Walter. It was an accident. No one would have thought that the captive would sneak up on him, and no one would have known that he would put the dagger Hiding somewhere, plotting against someone you can never guard against. You are doing your duty, searched, disarmed, you have done what you can..."

"I should have done more! I should... I should have..." Walter said breathlessly.

"Who do you think you are?" Linnai said sternly, almost cold-bloodedly: "You are neither the captain of the operation nor the commander. You have no responsibility or the ability to be responsible to other people. It is your colonel who is responsible, and it is not your turn yet." You say such things!"

Walter was so shocked by what he said that he forgot how to reply.

Lin Nai patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "You are thinking wrong, Walter, why people died, why him, why not me, why this, why that... Believe me, no one in this world can answer these questions Question. There is no so-called answer, never.” He looked at the veteran in Walter’s hand: “He has led you all the way from the beginning to the present, and the next thing you should think about is how to continue with his will. go down."