Steel Soviet Union

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The still warm bullet casing fell to the ground, and the crisp sound of the fall echoed in the small room and you could hear a pin drop.

People living in peaceful times would never want to be in the same room with a cold corpse. Just thinking about it would make people feel unbearable.

But at this moment, in this small train station guard box where a fierce battle broke out a few days ago.

The body of a dead Soviet soldier placed in a sitting position in the corner was turned a blind eye. Even the putrid smell emanating from the body two or three days later did not affect Wilt in the slightest.

If the heavy rain that lasted for one day and two nights hadn't dropped the originally hot temperature by more than ten degrees, the smell of rotting corpses that filled the room would have been even stronger.

Wilt's assistant, also his observer, once proposed to dispose of the corpse of the Soviet soldier that had begun to decay, but he refused. Even the plague that might be caused by the decay of the corpse did not move this cold-blooded German sniper. .

"If we were destined to die from the corpse plague, the Russian bullets would kill us first, so it wouldn't matter."

"Smell every breath of air in this room, Kurt, smell it."

"When you can use this smell as a sedative to help you fight, you will receive a brand new sniper rifle, and I can choose my next partner. The smell of corpses always makes people calm. , but you will be excited at the moment of shooting, because this is the taste of your victory, which will make you feel unable to stop over time, and it is more addictive than cigarettes. "

Wilt, who pushed the rotating back-pull bolt tightly in the palm of his right hand back to its original position and loaded the next bullet into the barrel of the gun, still had the same look on his face that his comrades called "poker". "The expression on his dead face, and what still echoed in his ears was the soft crisp sound of the bullet casing that almost killed Malashenko falling to the ground.

"Of course, it doesn't have to be a brand new sniper rifle. If one day you can smell my corpse, then this gun should already belong to you. Just remember to engrave my name on the butt."

Kurt, who was personally selected by Wilt from the ordinary infantry squad two months ago, has still not been able to adapt to Wilt's somewhat perverted and twisted character.

But similarly, among the 19 bullets that Wilt had consumed in the past two months, this was the first time Kurt had seen that Wilt would miss.

Of the 18 Soviet officers he had killed with one shot, the one with the lowest rank seemed to be at least a company commander. The scene of him kneeling on the ground and gasping for air while holding his throat where blood was pierced by the shot was enough to make him feel uncomfortable. Kurt still cannot remember it.

"When you decide to take action, be prepared to face death. Make sure that the enemy that has a high probability of being killed by you is worthy of your death. Every target you put in the scope may be your hunter. The last prey of my career.”

"Because when you are hunting others, you may have been the target of hunting yourself."

Just like an aristocratic lady carefully choosing her favorite clothes in a department store.

In Kurt's view, Wilt's harshness towards his target, the prey in his mouth, was simply perverted to the extreme.

Killing those medical staff was despised by Wilt, and he would never use the method of injuring prey for fishing. In Wilt's words, only people who have no confidence in themselves would use this method to show how powerful they are. An incompetent act.

He didn't like the Soviet Army's first-level company officer at all. "That man's life is not worth the gunshot that exposes my target." This was the philosophy of life that Wilt often said to educate Kurt.

The most fruitful hunting operation took place a month ago.

That time, Wilt and Kurt formed a two-person sniper team. They lay down in the damp grass personally selected by Wilt from the evening of the first day to the early morning of the next day, just to guard a man whom Weirt had chosen. I thought he was a Soviet officer who would take the old route to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Of course, the sniper location was also chosen by Wilt himself.

Kurt thought Wilt must be crazy! You can't see anything in the dark night. Those cunning Russians will not use any torches or lighting equipment to reveal their position. They can't even see the flickering light of cigarette butts. How can Wilt snipe? That Soviet officer who would not necessarily come out along the old road to go to the toilet at night?

Kurt, who couldn't stand the cold in the damp grass, actually fell asleep! As an observer, he couldn't see anything with the telescope, so he had nothing to do. Surprisingly, Wilt didn't wake up Kurt, who was snoring slightly next to him, until the sound that sounded like a noise at dawn. The deafening sound of a gunshot suddenly woke Kurt up.

"11 o'clock direction, 680 meters away, take one last look"

Kurt, who was instantly frightened to the point of losing his sleep, followed the direction Wilt said with a frightening expression. He raised the telescope in his hand and looked around. He just happened to see the man who had been shot through. The Soviet officer, who had a stomachache and even his intestines flowing all over the floor, clutched his stomach and slowly fell down with a painful expression.

In the sky at this time, the sun with its first golden light had just revealed its spots on the distant horizon.

Of course, Kurt, who dreams of becoming an equally outstanding sniper, asked Wilt about the specific reasons for how he did all this. The answer Wilt gave made Kurt's face full of shock and considerable degree of confusion. Unbelievable.

"Counting last night, this is the third time I've been here. Although the location and time are different each time, and I didn't take you with me the first two times, the target I'm looking for is the same. the same person."

"The Russian officer seems to have some kidney problems. He goes to the toilet very frequently, about once every forty to fifty minutes, and the longest interval is one hour, three minutes and twenty-seven seconds. He likes to smoke and go to the toilet. There is always one in his mouth, and the thirst in his mouth increases his water intake. The more he drinks, the more he urinates. This is a vicious cycle. "

"The moonlight was very good the night before, and I could see many things clearly that I couldn't normally see. The interval between getting up and going to the bathroom at night was about once every two hours, and the longest was no more than two hours and ten minutes."

"The last time he went to the toilet before yesterday evening, he stayed for five minutes longer and smoked three more cigarettes, usually only one. I guess he would have drank a lot of water after going back, and the time to go to the toilet at night would have been shortened. Ten or twenty minutes, one or two more times.”

"The last time he went to the toilet the night before was twenty-three minutes before the sun rose. At that time, I could see him clearly with the moonlight, but it was inconvenient to do it. The Russian night patrol would be in the sun "Standing around his toilet area for half an hour before rising would have killed me."