As a sniper, patience is something more important than technology. Sometimes, a sniper has to wait in place for several hours before he can wait for an unlucky target.

Chris had enough patience. He had been waiting in that window for more than an hour, but still had not moved.

He looked through his sights and looked at the ruins and Soviet barricades in the distance, but his fingers were not pressed on the trigger.

From time to time, Soviet soldiers poked their heads out there, and some even exposed their bodies, as if they were provoking him to fire.

Moreover, Chris himself knew very well that if he opened fire, he would definitely hit the unprepared Soviet soldier and seize his first record in the ruins of Moscow.

Unfortunately, in Chris' eyes, the value of these targets is too low. They are all ordinary soldiers of the Soviet Union, and Chris doesn't want to waste his bullets on them.

After a gunshot, Chris could no longer find so many targets, and the unlucky guy on the other side might just be a corporal.

It is a very boring job to have to hold a weapon and almost motionless. Generally speaking, it is easy for people to sleep there at this time.

After all, it is really easy to fall asleep when you are lying in a place and waiting boredly. Even on the battlefield where bullets are raining, the same is true...

In the modern wars of the twenty-first century, it is very easy to determine the position of the enemy.

As long as you get close to the enemy's position, turn on the GPS satellite positioning, and then estimate the distance between the opponent and yourself, you can know the enemy's coordinates accurately.

However, during World War II, it was not easy to know the precise position of the enemy.

You must be clear about your marching route, plan the coordinate system in advance, and then make calculations as much as possible.

As for accuracy, it can only be based on "fate". When fate comes, it will be extremely accurate, and when fate is not, it will be lost thousands of miles.

However, after forming a system and developing habits, you can still achieve roughly accurate results. For example, the American troops in the late World War II were very good at this.

Therefore, this kind of artillery does not rely on faith, but is a profound and profound technology. For artillery and the guides who command artillery, it requires a lot of cooperation and training to achieve intimacy.

At this moment, Cialek was accurately calculating his position and the enemy's position on the map.

His map is not very accurate, because it is not an accurate military map after all. While marking the locations on it, he also has to change the differences in the buildings.

There were some deviations on the map, so his calculation work increased exponentially. However, he was very familiar with this and changed it little by little on the map with a pencil.

"Hurry up! We've been here for over an hour." Dad got closer to Cialick, so the two of them could lower their voices to communicate.

Since the last time they were blocked on the roof by Soviet soldiers, all three of them have become very cautious.

They will not easily choose dangerous areas, and try to confirm the absolute safety of the rear path after arranging defensive positions.

"There are three ruins here that are wrongly marked, and two buildings are wrong... We will not go wrong, so the map is wrong." Cirick didn't raise his head and replied staring at the map in front of him.

"I need to make some re-modifications, and the coordinates need to be confirmed repeatedly before they can be used as a reference for the next action." After saying that, he moved his pencil and made a mark on the map.

This is not Smolensk. When they participated in the war, they had almost been explored by ordinary troops, so their coordinates were accurate.

Now, this is Moscow, and everyone is still unfamiliar with it, so naturally they have to do a lot of work first before they can fight like fish in water.

After more than ten minutes, Cialick looked up and said, "Okay! It's almost done!"

He folded the map that had been spread out in his hand, only revealing the nearby piece, and handed it to his father.

My father took the map in his hand, referred to the coordinates on the drawings, and looked at the enemy positions in the distance.

The people there didn't know that they had been stared at by the eyes of the dark, and were still strengthening their positions and preparing to resist a new round of German attacks.

"Call Command! Call Command!" Pressing the call switch of his walkie-phone, Cialik began communication.

Soon, the voice of the command center came from the listener of the walkie-phone: "This is command center 04, this is command center 04!"

The habit of repeating is because radio communication in this era is not reliable. If you say it once, you may not be able to hear it clearly...

"Coordinates, 54-73...correct...53-72...can open fire." The father who had already put down the rifle in his hand and picked up the telescope, gently said to the comrade-in-arms who was responsible for the alert behind him.

Cialek nodded, then turned on the switch and said a set of numbers to the walkie-talkie: "Coordinates 24-33, correct 7, 3 shots in succession, test!"

He said that he was testing rather than firing, just to see if the shooting elements he corrected were correct.

This kind of test must be done because if the modification is not accurate, the test must be repositioned until it is accurate.

At this moment, near the actual control line between the Soviet and Germans, there were at least 100 such sniper teams doing almost the same job.

So many people can modify the map together to completely accurately coordinate and buildings, and finally summarize it into a more accurate combat map.

Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, they will get the summarized map, and then accurately command the artillery attacks, easily destroying the enemy positions in front of them.

"Coordinates 24-33! Correct eastward for 7...3 blasts! Test! Repeat!" Cialek held his walkie-talkie and repeated the coordinates again.

"Coordinates..." The response from the artillery command came from the receiver. After several minutes of waiting, three artillery shells roared to the vicinity and landed on the Soviet battlefield in the distance.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The huge explosion brought out dust, and the earth was shaking and the mountains were deafening. The Soviet army's position was shrouded in black smoke, and it was no longer clear.
Chapter completed!