In the dusty surroundings, Chris has lost his place as Buck's daddy behind him.

He could only cautiously grope forward alone, trying to find a reasonable position to avoid the danger behind him.

After all, in a room filled with smoke and dust, the first person to be spotted is often the idiot standing in the center and being targeted by everyone.

Only by finding an edge, leaning against the wall and waiting for the moment, is the most advantageous position.

It would be more appropriate if you could find a corner in advance, with walls on both sides. As long as you defend both sides, you will have a good chance of survival.

So Chris groped forward little by little, little by little in the direction of the wall. However, he soon ran into obstacles, and he vaguely saw that there seemed to be someone in front of him.

Obviously, it is extremely stupid to go up and say hello at this time. Chris wasn't stupid, and he pulled the trigger naturally.

"Phew!" Another gunshot rang out, and the bullet hit the man leaning against the wall, who fell heavily to the floor with a whimper.

"Whoa!" Chris heard the sound of the bolt pulling, which was clearly not a move that German allies would do.

They only have two G43 rifles and one STG-44 assault rifle and don't need to pull their bolts as often.

Also, Daddy should be somewhere behind him, and Ciric should be in the uncertainty of life and death further away, so Chris knows that the sound of pulling the bolt directly in front of him must be his enemy.

Since it is your own enemy, you don't need to be polite. He took a big step forward with his weapon.

The dust, which had already begun to gradually fall silent, made his vision clear all of a sudden.

Even a Soviet soldier was not far in front of him, pulling the bolt of his gun and preparing to shoot. The other party saw that the figure in the smoke suddenly became clear, and saw the M35 steel helmet covered with a camouflage helmet on the other party's head.

"Phew!" Chris pulled the trigger and shot one of the Soviet soldiers in the chest.

The other man dropped his rifle and struggled against the wall with his chest clutched, twisting and sliding on the floor by the wall.

As he fell, blood rubbed against the walls, a dazzling red streak.

Another young Soviet soldier saw this posture and quickly threw away his rifle and raised his hands.

He made a gesture of surrender, which made Chris stunned for a moment. You must know that Chris does not know how many Soviet soldiers there are around him, and it is obviously unrealistic to capture prisoners at this time.

So he aimed his weapon at the young Soviet soldier and pulled his trigger without hesitation.

The poor young Soviet soldier apparently did not realize that he had surrendered and that the other side would shoot.

There was still a hint of relief in his eyes, but he was instantly pierced through his head by a bullet.

After Chris had killed the two poor Soviet soldiers, he hurried to the two corpses, chose a sitting position, and sat there like a third.

Just as he reached the wall, a Soviet soldier fired a shot on the other side, and two gunshots echoed through the room, announcing the existence of Soviet soldiers who dared to fight.

Countless combat experiences, the sniper's covert methods, all guided his actions at this moment.

After he sat there, he immediately looked to the side without cover because there were two corpses covering his other side, and observed if there was any enemy.

Luckily, there were no Soviet soldiers, just two stools that were messily laid out, and a few rays of light streaming in through the windows on the walls.

After finishing the side, the smoke and dust from the collapse of the staircase had almost slowed down.

Through the not-so-good vision, Chris sees the collapsed staircase, but he can't see Buck's father or Ciric.

"Damn it!" He cursed in his heart, carefully holding his rifle and setting it next to the corpse, patiently waiting for movement in the room.

But as if all the people in the room were dead, the voice fell silent at once, as if there had never been a fight at all.

Chris knew they couldn't wait any longer, and once the shelling was over, and there was any movement on that side, they would just wait to be killed or tortured to death as prisoners.

You know, whether it is the Soviets or the Germans, the disposal of the sniper after it is caught is not very humane.

So Chris had no other choice, pulled a grenade from his tactical vest, slowly unscrewed the safety cover, and pulled out the fuse cord inside.

Holding the G43 rifle in one hand, he pulled out the fuse cord with his teeth, and with a shake of his hand, the grenade rolled down to the corner on the other side.

He knew that Daddy Buck wouldn't go to that corner no matter what. Because the ruins are still obscured by the remaining dust, Daddy Buck's location is most likely near the wall on the other side.

The grenade rolled into the corner, and sure enough, the Soviets were heard. Two people struggled to get up, but didn't have time to pick up the grenade and dispose of it.

"Boom!" There was another deafening explosion, and the dust spread once more, filling that corner of the room.

But this time, because the grenade exploded in the corner, the sight was still relatively good in a third of the room.

Chris, with his rifle, was in this corner with a better line of sight. He held his rifle and waited for the grizzled counterparty to stand up and move his position.

"Phew!" He saw a figure stand up, tried to run to the other side, and fired a decisive shot.

The figure fell to the ground, and the room was silent once more. Chris didn't dare to make any more moves, because the distant cannon fire had completely stopped, and there was silence nearby.

He didn't know if there were any enemies in this room, and he didn't dare to call out to his companions easily, so he could only curl up in his place and wait patiently.

After a long time, the dust in the room had fallen silent, and the remains of the staircase could be seen clearly.

Those who dare to take the initiative to stand up in such a situation are either extremely brave or stupid to a certain extent.

Chris wasn't stupid, but he didn't dare waste any more time - there were so many Soviet soldiers nearby that he couldn't make sure they weren't aware of the fighting in this room.

So he could only move the muzzle of his G43 rifle slowly, trying to find out if there were any living Soviets left in the room.