Chapter 1284 First Time on the Battlefield

When the infantry is attacking, of course, it will not rush forward like on TV. Such a dense charge has no other effect except suicide.

Today's infantry, they are all squatting, carrying guns, and moving slowly towards the hillside under the cover of various terrains, and they are definitely not walking in a straight line. On the battlefield, a few seconds of straight ahead is enough. Let them die a hundred times.

The machine guns in the back kept strafing, and the bullets hit the Soviet positions on the hillside with a chirping sound.

Lyudmila hid her head tightly under the cover, she didn't dare to look up, and now, she suddenly found that this was completely different from the training ground.

Her heart was shaking.

Every soldier will go to the battlefield for the first time, and when he goes to the battlefield for the first time, there are various situations. Only after the baptism of war will he become a veteran.

Lyudmila is a woman, and she is still a student, and now she is a little scared.

She knew that her mission was to kill the enemy, but she dared not move.

Zaitsev next to her was much calmer. Taking advantage of the moment when the machine gun stopped, Zaitsev put up his rifle and pulled the trigger quickly.

"Bang!" Gunshots sounded. A few hundred meters away, a Romanian soldier who rushed over was hit in the arm. The other party still dropped the gun and stepped back with his arms covered.

After Zaitsev finished playing, he quickly moved a few steps and changed positions, and two seconds later, the position he was in was patronized by the opponent's machine gun.

Lyudmila seemed to be encouraged, she slowly stuck her head out of the trench, and the bullet seemed to be flying not far from her head, but she knew that her disguise was quite good, and the other party could not find her .

As for stray bullets, it depends on one's own luck. Lyudmila took two deep breaths and put her eyes on the sight.

Soon, she locked on a Romanian soldier, who was a nimble soldier, constantly moving back and forth, with the help of natural stones one by one to block, just after he jumped behind a stone, He picked up his rifle and aimed it here.

This is the best chance. Lyudmila's sight put the opponent's head on the crosshair. Now, as long as she pulls the trigger, she can kill the opponent.

However, she didn't hold back.

This is different from target shooting. There is a person on the opposite side. As long as she pulls the trigger, a fresh soul will disappear in an instant.

Lyudmila couldn't let go.

But at this moment, she saw a puff of smoke coming from the muzzle of the other party's gun, and then, not far from Lyudmila, there was a scream.

Zaitsev's body took two or three steps backwards, and finally retreated to the back wall. Then, his body slowly slid down, down, until he sat in the trenches, and the trenches behind him were already covered with blood. dyed red.

The bullet of the Romanian soldier just now hit Zaitsev on the forehead, and there was only an instinctive cry in his throat, and then he died.

"Zaytsev!" Putting down his gun, Lyudmila ran over a few steps and hugged Zaitsev's body.

The two had known each other for less than two hours. Lyudmila's chest and the black bread that Zaitsev gave her was a young man, and now, his body has slowly turned cold.

Lyudmila's heart was full of incomparable self-blame. Just now, she had a chance to kill the other party, so that Zaitsev would not die, but she didn't, she was a coward, she had won some marksman's medal. What is the use? I am a coward!

Lyudmila's tears flowed out, and just before she could cry, the loud voice of the company commander came from not far away: "Comrade Lyudmila, pick up your weapon and ruthlessly Teach the enemy a lesson! Here, there are no men and women, only warriors, if you don't pick up arms, go back to me!"

It's not that the company commander is cold-blooded. On the battlefield, every moment someone will die, rescue the wounded, and carry the dead away. It's not what they want to do. What they need is to take up arms and attack the enemy!

Wiping away her tears, Lyudmila no longer had the hesitation just now. Now, there are no men and women, only warriors, only enemies. Die yourself, this is the reality of brutal bloody battlefields.

Lyudmila picked up her rifle, and in her sight, a Romanian soldier appeared. The soldier had already run to a place more than 200 meters in front of her, so clear.

"Bang!" Lyudmila pulled the trigger, and the 7.62mm bullet flew out from the muzzle. Then, a blood flower appeared in the scope, and the opponent was hit in the chest.

It just hit the heart, and the blood sprayed out from the heart in a radioactive manner, which could be sprayed out a meter or two away. Lyudmila watched the other party's body being hit, watched the other party fall down, and watched. Blood flowed.

On the battlefield, there is no mercy!

Pulling the bolt, Lyudmila loaded the next bullet and continued to look for a new target.

The delicate college student has disappeared, and now Lyudmila has become a warrior of steel.

Then, all the people were stunned.

Lyudmila's gun was almost non-stop. She was like a machine. She kept pressing bullets and shooting, almost without missing a shot. A famous Romanian soldier was shot and fell.

No matter how tricky the opponent's hiding angle is, no matter how fast the opponent's attack is, Lyudmila didn't waste a single bullet. Her gun was like a life-threatening charm. Whoever she aimed at would die!

At the same time, she didn't stay in place, she almost finished five bullets in a magazine quickly, and the other party locked her position. She had already moved, and while running in the trenches, she could change bullets at the same time. Box, to a new ambush position, continue to start!

Finally, the Romanians dropped dozens of corpses and retreated. This time, the Romanians failed again.

The position here is already full of joy.

"Lyudmila, you are simply amazing. Just now, you killed at least fifteen enemies!"

"It's seventeen, it's a miracle, I've been here for three days, and I've only achieved two victories!"

Lyudmila, relying on her marksmanship, won the respect of others the first time she entered the battlefield.

At this moment, Lyudmila looked at Zaitsev's corpse, which was being carried out of the trench. Looking at the comrade who was leaving, Lyudmila was in a heavy heart and could only raise her right hand and salute. .

He was such a handsome, happy kid, but he was shot right next to me. Nothing has stopped me from hitting my enemies with my rifle since then! Lyudmila's heart was heavy.