Soviet sniper

Assassination of a monster

It was march 1942, early morning. The sun was shining dimly as the too familiar sound of the german dive bombers ripped through the air as mikhiel brusilov laid against the grass. He had a Mosin nagant 28/30 rifle in his arms, he was taking aim at a fuel canister that the germans had set out to refuel their ju-87s and vehicles. He pressed his finger against the trigger of his rifle as he squeezed it and sent a bullet flying towards the metal fuel tank which caused it to explode. Mikhiel moved in the chaos and found a better position to hide as the Germans scrambled in disarray, it's been a month since he was tasked with taking out Heinrich amsel. A high ranking german officer that led the attack on his motherland with no pity or remorse. He coughed and looked in his hand, there was blood in it but he paid no mind to it. He kept moving through the night as the planes lit up the sky with tracer rounds.

The next day he was slinking through the shadows and burned out buildings when a bullet hit the wall next to his head, mikhiel dove for cover and narrowly avoided becoming another tally to the nazis. He looked up and spotted a german counter sniper he took aim and with a quick BANG he had taken down the hostile sniper. “I must get to amsel” he muttered to himself as he moved forward, finding a building and taking cover in the attic, he finally saw his target that german coward he had been hunting was in his grasp and was armed with a small walther p38 pistol and had two bodyguards protecting him.

He took in a deep breath and took aim at the bodyguards, he squeezed the cold trigger of his rifle and a loud pop came from his rifle as it sent a small package of cold death towards the bodyguard and at the same moment amsel moved ahead and caught the bullet with his right eye which sent blood and brain matter over the nearby men, he smiled and with a sigh of relief quickly moved and took his chance to escape from the battle, he ran and jumped out of a large hole in the building he was in while the hostile grunts and tanks pursued him through the ruined outskirts of his once beautiful city. The nazis would pay that he would make sure of no matter the cost.

It was two days after he assassinated the officer and he was still being pursued by the Nazis " Do these rats have nothing better to do then hunt me?!" He softly growled out as he crawled through the long wheat of the field he was in. He coughed again and looked down, even more blood was in his palm this time so he took two capsules out of his pocket and swallowed them fast.

Maybe he would be able to get help before the germans or the sickness killed him but only time would tell.