In the coniferous forest where a lot of sunlight is blocked by the tree canopy, while Timov pulls the trigger from time to time and fires a series of short bursts of gunfire, Buck has installed an M7 grenade launcher on a rifle and replaced it with blank ammunition.

, by the way, I also put the five rifle grenades I found at hand.

After looking at each other with Wei Ran, Buck put the grenade against the moss-covered ground and got ready. Wei Ran also used a Garand to hold his helmet and gradually poked out from the tree trunk where he was hiding.

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"clang!"

Amidst the crisp knocking sound, Wei Ran's helmet that had just been stretched out was overturned with a bullet by the sniper who seemed impatient to wait.

However, before the cracked helmet fell to the ground, Timov, who was also prepared, quickly moved the muzzle of the machine gun and firmly held the trigger.

In less than a second, Buck also aimed the grenade in the direction where the machine gun was suppressing him and pulled the trigger. Weiran dropped the Garand in his hand, carrying an M3 submachine gun, and aimed at the person who was suppressed by Timo.

The sniper who hit the husband with a machine gun rushed over risking his life!

Amidst the rumbling explosion, the rifle grenade successfully blasted a conspicuous scar as big as a washbasin on the trunk of a pine tree. When the explosion came, Wei Ran immediately jumped forward and hid in the area he had already spotted.

Behind a pine tree, he climbed up as quickly as possible and prepared himself to fit the contours of the tree trunk.

No more than a breath away, the sound of machine gunfire suddenly stopped, followed immediately by a gunshot in the distance.

After the gunshot, Timov started suppressive shooting again, and Wei Ran immediately rushed out with his back bent.

When the second grenade explosion came, Wei Ran hid behind the tree again. Timov's suppressive shooting also stopped again.

But this time, he could already see a body lying on his back behind a pine tree no more than 20 meters away.

However, this time, the sniper on the opposite side did not fire, and the machine gun controlled by Timov was interrupted for half a minute before restarting.

Regardless of his uneasiness, Wei Ran rushed towards the corpse and picked up the Mauser rifle in the corpse's hand that was equipped with a scope and tied with many pine branches with cloth strips.

Leaning against the tree and taking a deep breath, Wei Ran hurriedly inspected the body.

He looked to be in his 50s, and his thick goatee had already turned gray, and was stained with withered pine needles and some crumbs of compressed biscuits.

The dense bullet holes in the chest and abdomen were undoubtedly left by Timov when he fired machine guns. In addition, in addition to a German coconut kettle on the old man's waist, there were also a lot of stuff in the animal skin pocket on the other side.

There were even two cans and a can opener of compressed biscuits looted from the U.S. Army.

Ignoring careful inspection, Wei Ran opened the gun and took a quick look. He roughly took out two rounds of bullets from the ammunition bag on the chest of the corpse and put them into his pocket. Then he rolled and hid behind another tree.

Taking out the Soviet cloak from the metal book and covering his body and rifle, Wei Ran anxiously searched for possible enemies.

"boom!"

The crisp sound of gunfire mixed with machine gun fire came from a distance, and the sound of machine gun fire suddenly stopped, but then, a rifle grenade flew in the direction of the gunfire.

At the same time, Wei Ran also turned the muzzle of his gun, and with the help of the narrow scope, he saw a fleeting figure and a dog's head that also flashed in the scope.

"Can't I keep up with you if I can't find anyone?"

Wei Ran muttered secretly, and decisively used the sight in the scope to hit the dog that had urinated on him.

However, he did not rush to shoot. Instead, he used the muzzle of his gun to follow the black and yellow wolf dog as it moved quickly through the forest, and finally chased the dog and stopped next to a pine tree.

Seeing the dog lying down next to the tree, Wei Ran patiently continued to move the muzzle of the gun, and then he saw a short figure hiding next to another tree, slowly probing the muzzle of the gun.

He came out and pointed in the direction of Timov and the others.

"Bang!" Wei Ran immediately pulled the trigger without any time to think!

However, due to the unfamiliarity with the gun in his hand, this hasty shot did not hit the figure, but only narrowly missed the trunk of the pine tree next to him.

Seeing that the opponent immediately retreated behind the tree, Wei Ran also changed his hiding position, loaded the gun and used the scope to cover the dog again.

Seeing that the dog was not moving, he was not in a hurry to shoot, and continued to look for hidden snipers around it. At this time, both the few rifle grenades left and the machine gun in charge of Timov were all

There was no firing, and the forest fell into rare silence again.

However, neither side of the firefight in this forest moved. Timov and Buck, who were almost in the open, wasted no time in digging foxholes behind the pine trees where they were hiding, waving their engineer shovels.

About ten minutes later, a figure suddenly leaned out from the edge of the satellite sight.

Seeing this, Wei Ran moved the muzzle of his gun slightly without thinking, and pulled the trigger almost at the same time as the opponent!

"boom!"

The two gunshots that sounded almost simultaneously made Timov and Buck subconsciously hide their bodies, and Wei Ran also felt a numbness in his right hand when he saw the kneeling sniper falling on his back with the gun in hand.

, followed by heartbreaking pain!

He looked down at his right hand. The opponent's shot just hit the knuckle connecting the index finger of his right hand to the palm of his hand. This shot not only took away his index finger, but also left a mark on the back of his hand.

There was a wound that almost spread to the wrist, and the bone was visible.

"Hi-! Damn it!"

Wei Ran grinned and uttered a Chinese curse. He endured the pain and turned over to hide behind the pine tree. He took out a morphine stick from the medical bag and stabbed it around the wound.

There was no time to suture the wound, so he could only pull out the index finger that was still stuck in the trigger guard as quickly as possible and put it into his pocket. Then he changed the rifle to his left hand and wrapped it tightly with the gun's sling.

His right wrist was shot.

Wei Ran took a quick look and immediately retracted. He gritted his teeth and raised his gun again to aim at the opponent. When he saw that the sniper was still lying on the ground, and even the dog came over to lick him, he took aim at the sniper.

The sniper took a shot to the head and shoulder.

Seeing that the other party still didn't respond, he relaxed slightly, put down the gun, took out the suturing tools, and while the morphine was still in effect, he sutured the wound on the back of his right hand as quickly as possible, and then sprinkled sulfonamide on it.

Bandaged.

"Victor! Are you still alive?" Buck's voice came from a distance, "I saw that the sniper was shot, what about you? Are you still alive?"

"Still alive!" Wei Ran responded quickly, "Don't shoot, I'll stand up right now."

"Don't worry, I won't shoot at you again." As Buck spoke, he and Timov, who was carrying a machine gun, ran over.

"Are you injured?" Timov was the first to notice the wound on Wei Ran's hand. But Buck looked curiously at the cloak Wei Ran was wearing.

"It's okay, let's go see the sniper together."

Wei Ran waved his newly bandaged right hand and pointed at the sniper's body not far away. "Buck, help me search him carefully. Maybe I can find something good."

"Is that how you got your cloak? It looks really warm."

Before Buck finished speaking, he had already run to the side of the sniper. Without thinking, he was the first to take off the boots on his feet and change them with his own.

Seeing this, Wei Ran and Timov looked at each other. They covered each other and cautiously walked toward the sniper who was at most two hundred meters away.

As the distance got closer, the two of them also saw the dog that was still nudging its nose next to the body, constantly snorting in an attempt to wake its owner, and even saw the skinny sniper.

"Why is it a child?" Timov muttered unexpectedly. "I should have thought of it earlier..."

Wei Ran gritted his teeth. Indeed, as Timov said, the sniper who was hit by bullets in the chest and shoulder was indeed a child of sixteen or seventeen years old at most. There were chilblains on his immature cheeks, and he was still wearing a

A pair of gray knitted gloves, with black on them

eagle emblem and swastika pattern as decoration.

In his arms, there was also a G43 semi-automatic rifle with a scope. There was also a brown sock on the butt of the rifle. Judging from the bulging inside, it was obviously stuffed with something.

"boom!"

Timov pulled out his pistol, pointed it at the whining dog, and pulled the trigger. After the dog lay whimpering on the sniper's body and expired, he sighed, "Such a kid shouldn't be in this kind of situation."

He should not participate in this war at all if he loses his life in this place."

"Where should we go next?" Wei Ran put the Mauser rifle he was carrying in the opponent's arms and picked up the opponent's G43 rifle.

As expected, this gun was exactly the one he saw in Dominic's manor. He carefully took off the sock on the butt of the gun. Not only did it contain several bullets, but there was also an aluminum

Small medicine bottle.

"Pervitin?" Timov read the name on the medicine bottle in German.

"Do you speak German?" Wei Ran asked in surprise. He was not only surprised that the other party could speak German, but also surprised by the bottle of Pervitin in his hand.

To put it simply, this kind of medicine is to the German army what assault tablets are to the little devils. That’s okay, the Germans in this era generally regard this thing, which is called ice reading in later generations, as “civilization” and a symbol of "progress".

But even so, using this thing at such a young age still surprised Wei Ran.

"certainly"

Timov explained nonchalantly, "My mother is Austrian. Do you know Salzburg in Austria?"

"Never heard of it," Wei Ran responded absentmindedly, and threw the bottle of Pervitin onto the particularly young corpse.

"You know the Alps, right?"

Timov spread his hands, "But my mother comes from the south of the Alps, a small place called Tamsweg. Of course, I have never been there. I have never even been to Austria. What about you? How can you Can you speak German?"

Wei Ran was about to open his mouth to make up an excuse, but Buck ran over from a distance, panting and pointing in the direction where Wei Ran had been hiding and said, "Quick! Run! There are Germans over there chasing them! I saw them." A motorcycle!"

"It looks like they are really going to surround us." Timov frowned and turned to look at the wound on Wei Ran's hand.

"My injury is not a big problem"

Wei Ran hurriedly said that the anesthetic had not worn off yet and he could hardly feel the pain, so it was not a big problem.

"It seems we can only run in this direction."

Timov pointed to the direction to the left, "Now that the enemies chasing us have been eliminated, running in this direction is the safest for the time being."

"Then don't waste your time"

After Buck finished speaking, he handed a submachine gun to Wei Ran, who still had the German gun in his hand. He then took out the recently captured landmine from his bag and stuffed it into the too young sniper after some setting. underneath the body.

The mines were set up in three strokes, five divided by two, and Buck took the lead and started running back in the direction they came from.

When the three of them saw the dead pine tree from a distance again, they discovered that there were signs of a half-track motorcycle in the forest at some point.

Subconsciously he glanced at the direction of the camp, then looked at the direction of the track mark. Timov was about to make a decision when the three of them once again heard the unique whistle of a mortar passing overhead!
To be continued...