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The Third Empire - Chapter 1747

Published at 19th of October 2021 11:21:43 AM


Chapter 1747: 1747

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As the commander of the second army, Jeffrey knew how serious the situation faced by his side was. Relying only on two infantry divisions, he could not stop the German army like the tide. It can be said that once the Germans landed across the sea, it would definitely end in failure.

Even if it is autumn, it is freezing here. It is difficult to construct all kinds of fortifications, and the number of tanks in their hands is very small.

However, since you stay here, you must not be afraid of death. If the Germans come up, fight to the death with them. It's a big deal to die here.

This is Jeffrey's attitude, and when Jeffrey said so, everyone present was moved by it.

Fight to the death! As long as there is such a commitment, what are you afraid of!

With that, Jeffrey said to Bren, "the German fleet may arrive in the nearby sea area in six hours. Governor Bren, we have coast guard patrol ships in the port and can arrive in Canada soon. Please take a warship to Canada temporarily and come back after the war."

Jeffrey's meaning is obvious. Aren't you afraid? If you're afraid, go away! Look at how the United States fought on this land. Even if it failed in the end, we did our best.

Jeffrey said so, making Bren blush: "I won't leave Greenland. I'm the governor here. I want to live and die with Greenland."

Bren really didn't want to leave. He took Greenland to the United States at the beginning. Now that Greenland is about to fall into war, how can Bren leave the whole island and run away secretly? Bren really can't do this.

"Let's discuss tomorrow's battle. The most intense battle will break out on the beach. We will hit the Germans hard when they land." Jeffrey went on to study his specific tactics: "if the residents of Greenland can join us, we will have a greater chance to shoot more Germans."

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In addition to cold, or cold, but everyone's heart is hot, the bullet has been loaded, waiting for the last chance.

Two cars, full of soldiers, stopped on the road near the government building. Skorz looked at the building in the dark.

Except for the outpost when entering the city, other places are unimpeded. There have been two patrols in the urban area. No one asked, but one team saluted them.

In this way, we came to the destination. Now, skorzner has to choose a specific way of action.

Continue to impersonate the U.S. military and swagger in? That's not good. The headquarters can't be settled by two big ear scrapers. When the other party wants a certificate, it will show its feet. Moreover, there must be passwords. Even if skolzner has forged certificates in his hand, it is in vain to have no password. He will certainly disturb the other party.

Once it turns into a gun battle, the main Lord in it will evacuate at the first time, and it will be hard to find at that time.

Do it now. That's the worst plan.

Fortunately, skorzner was prepared,

Skorzner looked again. As he had seen before, next to the government building, 30 meters away, was the clock tower, which was more than ten meters higher than the government building. If you want to detour, you have to find a way from the clock tower.

"Sniper, occupy the commanding heights nearby, prepare for cover, blasting team, act according to the original plan, others, follow me." "Plan 3, normal operation," skorzner said

Not everyone was carrying submachine guns. The three sniper teams quickly disappeared into the dark, looking for the location of the snipers who had been planned nearby and preparing for sniping operations.

The blasting group had only two people and soon disappeared. They were responsible for creating explosions and chaos and covering the retreat of others.

The remaining people, in two lines, like patrol troops, walked along the street towards the clock tower.

In the cold weather, no one stood guard outside the clock tower. There was no one around. The soldiers of the special forces skillfully drilled in one by one.

Morris was at the front, with a bundle of rope on his shoulder. Behind Morris was Nestor, with a light crossbow in his hand.

Many times, if you want to kill others quietly, a crossbow is more appropriate.

In this era, there are many silencing guns, among which the most famous is the delier silencing carbine made in Britain. This kind of gun has a silencer with a diameter of 51mm, which extends from the base of the barrel to the muzzle and occupies half of the full length of the gun. Therefore, there is enough space to absorb gunpowder gas and reduce the muzzle velocity of the bullet to subsonic speed.

In this way, after the bullet is loaded, there will be no shock wave due to supersonic velocity. Although the initial velocity is low, resulting in a range of only 250 meters, the performance of the silencing barrel is so excellent that the sound caused by shooting is less than the sound of the gun pulling the bullet to load.

In other words, it still has sound. Any so-called silent gun can only be called a whispering gun at most. In some operations, Griffin special forces will use this kind of gun, while in more quiet occasions, they will use a crossbow.

As a cold weapon, its sound is almost inaudible.

The steps in the clock tower were quite steep. When Morris stood in front of the window at the top of the clock tower, the last man just closed the door of the clock tower.

Morris's body lay on the window. Nestor stood behind him and looked at the roof of the government building dozens of meters away with sharp eyes. Sure enough, there was an unlucky guy lying half lying behind a machine gun and wrapped his coat tightly.

From this side, the shooting range is just right.

Nestor held his breath and slowly put on the bow string. In the creaking sound, the crossbow was installed.

Then he aimed. The crossbow was more affected by the wind than the rifle. Nestor adjusted slowly. Then, his index finger pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh!" The crossbow and arrow cut through the air and made an almost inaudible sound. The small arrow rod just passed through the other party's forehead.

If it wasn't for personal experience, no one could imagine that the light arrow could pass through a person's skull. At the same time, it was also coated with cyanide to ensure that the other person could die quickly.

Now, Nestor has done very well. His hands operating the plane and controlling the crossbow are also so flexible and free.

After the arrow entered the brain, the unlucky sentry didn't jump at all, and immediately fell to the ground and died. Next, it's Morris's turn.




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