Chapter 45 Sniper

Chapter 45 Sniper

Chapter 45 Sniper
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At the right position of the trench, Jiang He set up his Lee-Enfield rifle and aimed at a Prussian who showed his head. As the trigger was pulled, the bullet flew thirty or forty meters and killed the guy carrying the explosive pack.

The lieutenant climbed up the dirt pile with a thud, handed over the shoulder straps he had torn off, and shouted, "From now on you are a corporal. This is my nephew. He will follow you as your deputy. The two of you will be in charge of an assault squad."

The gray-eyed young man squatted and saluted. Rhine was at the forefront of the charge last night and had been recognized by the company. He would follow them to do the most dangerous work.

"Corporal Rhine..."

Jiang He interrupted by waving his hand, "My memory is average, so I'll call you Charles II from now on, it's easier to remember."

"No problem." Charles II didn't care about such trivial matters.

The attacks of the enemy forces on both sides slowed down after daybreak. After a tacit truce was reached, both sides started making breakfast almost at the same time.

Jiang He came to the bunker and saw Charles I falling in the sea of ​​fire after his death. Now there was only a black mass. Not only him, but one-fifth of the entire company was killed in the battle, and this was the result of a sneak attack.

Tommy came over and threw out a bottle of rum.

"I prefer whiskey."

"Something to drink is good."

Jiang He, on the other hand, remained calm, drank half a bottle of water in one breath to rinse his mouth, and asked, "When the bombardment begins, who will guard the left and right positions outside? One of them is me, so that goes without saying."

"I will lead the troops to guard the left side. You didn't grow up in Birmingham, so you don't have many soldiers close to you. I will lend you Hunter Barney. He is also a corporal now."

Shortly after breakfast, the support from the major battalion commander had not yet arrived, and the deputy company commander came out from the passage with a military order.

"Sir, the major asked us to hold out for a day. He is gathering people. The operation needs approval from the superiors."

The lieutenant frowned. The two sides had been confronting each other in the Somme River area for a long time. There was no shortage of ammunition in the trenches, but food and water had to be supplied from the rear every day. One day of high-intensity combat was already close to the limit.

"Go back and tell the major that he may never have such a good opportunity again in his life. As long as we have enough manpower, we can even tear open a gap and go behind the Prussian front!"

"Understood." The deputy company commander returned to the tunnel.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the artillery group in the direction of the industrial town of Amiens completed its preparations and began to fire in order.

Every giant shell fired would draw a large arc in the sky, and then suddenly fall and disappear at the end of the flight trajectory. Often a few seconds later, there would be a deafening explosion, announcing that the shell had hit the Prussian position.

Looking down from the sky, even in the daytime, when the artillery roared, all the guns flashed with crackling flames, and dense shells fell like raindrops. The ground kept shaking, as if the end of the world had come, but most of the Prussian soldiers were safe and sound in the artillery fire. The 700-kilometer trench defense line had been built by Prussia and was impregnable. The casualties were far less tragic than the British army had imagined.

Smoke and dust rose up, and artillery fire ravaged the land.

In just one morning, the artillery group used up half a month's total artillery shell production capacity on the mainland.

Most of the company members were hiding in the bunker, while in the simple fortifications on the right side of the position, twelve people were squatting in a circle.

"Stay still, or your insides will all turn to mush tonight, and the chances of an attack from the next door are slim."

Hunter Barney was carrying a sniper rifle, which was actually just a more sophisticated model of the Lee Enfield rifle. After he finished speaking, he continued to carefully maintain two 2.5x scopes, one of which was captured last night.

"I plan to learn sniping techniques," Jiang He said. "Then I'll teach you," Hunter Barney replied immediately, handing over a telescope. "Every sniper has his own method. We are all comrades in the trenches. I will not hide it. I personally think that sniping is nothing more than three steps: aiming, shooting, and hitting. You have to be able to see and shoot steadily to be accurate. Secondly, the trajectory is not a straight line, but an arc at a long distance, so you have to accumulate experience and rely on bullets and lives."

Barney stretched out his palm and pressed it against the puddle on the ground. "Practice first. If there is no ripple for an hour, you will pass."

"Practice your eyes again. You must stay out of the wind and sun without blinking for at least five minutes. Then use a needle and thread to sew up the wound on the grain."

"Finally, feel the wind and use all you have to judge its strength..."

Jiang He's mouth twitched slightly. The other party was a typical empiricist, and a considerable part of his sniping skills came from talent.

"Are there any particular requirements for posture and breathing?"

Barney said seriously, "No need. When you concentrate on killing the enemy, your posture and breathing will naturally adjust to the level that best suits you. As long as you survive, your skills will continue to improve. The battlefield is the best whetstone."

"Thank you for your advice." Jiang He replied helplessly.

"Why don't we play a game of cards? We're free anyway." Charles II took out a deck of cards. This thing was invented in the 12th and 13th centuries. After the outbreak of the war, it became the first choice for soldiers on the front line to relax.

Barney said seriously, "Whoever loses will be replaced."

……

In the evening, the artillery bombardment was suspended and the artillerymen began to take turns to rest from dinner on.

The soldiers in the simple fortifications hurried to the right side of the battlefield. Jiang He loaded the bullet into the gun. Under the magnifying glass, the trench passage in front of them was particularly clear. If the Prussians wanted to attack the position, they had to charge through this 200-meter-long passage.

At some point, the trumpet sounded.

On the right, soldiers in gray uniforms advanced alternately.

Behind the trenches, dense crowds of people ran out of the second-line trenches, ready to recapture the lost defense line in one fell swoop.

The lieutenant led the company's soldiers to set up defenses, and the sound of repeated gunfire immediately lingered over the position.

Jiang He pulled the trigger, and along with the flash of the gun, the bullet flew out from the muzzle of the Lee Enfield rifle and hit the Prussian soldier at the front of the passage in a straight line.

There was no wind and no cover. The famous death charge in World War I provided someone with an excellent living target. His excellent physique and strength allowed him to hold the rifle firmly in his hand, and his agility beyond the limit of an ordinary person made it seem as if the target was no longer moving.

The second gunshot rang out, and the enemy soldier fell to the ground a hundred meters away.

Jiang He loaded the gun and fired the third shot. A hundred meters away, the enemy soldier was hit in the forehead and died.

After firing a group of ammunition, the mysterious feeling seemed to be real. After reloading, he successfully hit the eye socket of an enemy soldier a hundred meters away.

At the same time, a mortar shell fell. The moment Jiang He saw it, he turned around and ran at a very fast speed. Normally, a sniper would not have the opportunity to fire a third shot at the same position. Basically, firing two shots would be life-threatening. However, he shot at a relatively close distance, and the person he shot was not an officer. The other side did not react until he had fired a group of ammunition.

After fighting for a quarter of an hour, two chains of fire crossed and swept the position on the right side, killing three of our own people immediately. The opposing company obviously received fire support.

Barney shot down the machine gunner at the machine gun position, then quickly changed positions and was immediately hit by a shell right there.

(End of this chapter)