The duo was forced to face a terrible disadvantage.
There is about one company of enemies reinforcing the position. Looking at them carefully, it was fortunate that there is no heavy machine gun to provide fire suppression, which made Alex sigh in relief.
However, after all, there are quite a lot of people on the other side, it is hard to say whether they can escape.
Halal Farmer in his rifle, Alex with Sub Machine Guns at each hand, and reloads the magazines at once, fast enough to give them breathing time. With that said, now both would focus on this battle, a battle for survival.
The gunshots from the British's side suddenly went silent.
Then an officer shouted loudly on the far side and asking a peaceful surrender of them both.
Alex smirked and gave that officer an answer with his Sub Machine Gun at hand…
He clearly saw that the said officer fell to the ground…dead.
Persuasion is impossible, and the gunshots resumed from the British positions.
These British soldiers used the Enfield rifle.
This is a very good rifle, accurate, reliable, fast firepower, and easy to operate. British soldiers must undergo single-shot practice and volley practice. A well-trained British soldier can do 15 shots in a minute.
Lieutenant Henry, who commanded these soldiers, was apparently also a very experienced officer, completely different from the militia-based Welsh regiment.
The officer's command rang.
"Ready! Aim! Volley!"
Under the command of Lieutenant Henry, the Enfield rifle in the hands of the British was aimed.
The Enfield on the British's hands fired continuously in a volley and making Alex feel as if it was like a machine gun suppression, and could not even peek a little.
Good gun performance and well-trained soldiers have exposed their disadvantage with the lack of Tank support. Under the constant shooting of British, Alex and Halal Farmer can only fire a few shots occasionally.
The British's purpose is very simple, to suppress the enemy with fierce firepower, not rushing to attack. At the same time, the area is surrounded, that the enemy on the opposite side loses the morale to continue fighting and the hope of retreating.
The end result would be the collapse of the enemy entirely.
Alex looked closely at the situation around him, then he shouted loudly: "Beansprout!, go to the right flank! There is a corner where you can hide and defend properly that is not easily shot by the enemy, I will cover you there!
With the constant bullet suppression, Alex discovered a loophole of the British suppression. They used a two-stage shot. After the soldiers in the first trench shot their rifles, the soldiers in the second trench immediately performed a new round of fire suppression.
And all this is done by the officer's command, which is why there would be a very short gap.
Alex checked on his SMG magazine and took a deep breath. The bullets are constantly flying in the air. Although Alex could not look up at all, he was counting silently.
Halal Farmer was also ready as he crouched like a cheetah on the hunt, ready for the move…
Almost..... almost… The danger is great. As long as the time is not synced, and if he would peek too early or too late, they will be shot like a bees' nest by the intensive barrage of bullets.
Alex has been calculating in his heart. When the last bullet of the British army was fired and the officer's command had not yet called, Alex suddenly stood up!
The timing is not bad! He aimed at the officer and the baffled British waiting for their officer's command.
"Hasta la Vista Baby.."
The MP18Sub Machine Gun in each of Alex's hands spits out terrible firepower! Accompanied by a loud battle cry. (AN: Look at Captain Mifune's Battlecry (Matrix: Revolutions) in YT)
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The anger due to long suppression was completely ejected from the SMG's barrels.
The British didn't think that the enemy who was suppressed to death could still fight back. And when they noticed it, it was already too late, and they were swept down by the SMG's terrible barrage.
This time, the original orderly team became scattered.
If the British Enfield's volley is somewhat similar to the power of machine gun suppression, then the MP18Sub Machine Guns in the hands of Alex is a miniature version of the machine gun itself!
The tables have turned!
The fire tongues madly sprayed, and now, it is the British's turn to be suppressed!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Halal Farmer suddenly got up and rushed to the place indicated by Alex. Relying on the cover of Sub Machine Gun, he rushed there madly in a mere dozen steps, then crouched down, pulling a bolt and aimed at the British oblivious to Alex's suppression.
BANG!
At the same time, Alex's bullet barrage was just swept away.
Seamless cooperation!
Alex then ducked down for reloading all while looking at Halal Farmer at the corner.
The terrible gunshots stopped, and the British stood up from the ground, but their foothold was kind of unsteady, then a loud gunshot sounded, and a bullet flew out to the forehead of a British soldier.
He fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
The British, who stood up from the Sub Machine Gun's sweep was quite indecisive, and hid yet again, looking around carefully, not knowing where the bullets came from.
Not waiting for them to react, another bullet flies, headshot! The second person fell under such precision!
Two, Halal Farmer silently counted as he pulled the next bolt on his rifle…
However, this was far from over. Taking advantage of the British chaos, Alex, who was now done reloading, stood up again and the MP18 renewed its fury.
Utter chaos! The British really messed up this time.
Sub Machine Gun and rifle, only two people organized a steady crossfire!
After firing about a dozen bullets, Alex did not give the British any time to fight back and quickly ducked to the ground.
Lieutenant Henry was so annoyed that he had lost so many subordinates as he still had not figured out how many people there were.
Those damn Germans! Damn, Damn DAMN!!
Now he began to faintly guess why the Sorbok Prince Camp and the Welsh 19th Infantry Regiment suffered such a large loss.
Those damn Germans are simply a group of demons!
The British hid tightly under their trenches, and for the time being, did not dare to face the terrible suppression of the other side, and Alex did not stand up again. He knew that there must be countless hidden muzzles in the dark, aiming at him the moment he stands up again.
Don't give the enemy such an opportunity to fight back!
Halal Farmer was no longer firing his weapon, as he just stares at the opposite side, patiently waiting for a target.
A good hunter needs to have enough patience. Sometimes, in order to hunt for prey, you even have to wait patiently for a day.
And such is the case now,
Hunting!
Alex and Halal Farmer are the hunters, and the British soldiers opposite are prey!
Time seems to be stagnant, and there is dead silence on the battlefield.
No one spoke, no one looked up, not one even moved.
The competition now is about the patience of both parties.
Who strikes first... dies...
And now, a British soldier finally couldn't stand the silence, and he probed his head out of the trench with little peek.
This little peek is enough!
BANG!
A bullet made its way like a viper to the poor soldier's head.
Headshot!
The hunt is on!