Some people have forgotten that this place is located in an area controlled by the Japanese. Unknowingly, the battle started not long ago, but it was already noon.
Xiao Hongying, who had changed her shooting position, did not hesitate. After more than 200 meters, she still did not use the 38-meter cap, because although she could shoot accurately with the 38-meter cap, she had to keep her eyes on the rear sight and the aiming star when aiming. You have to find the target, you have to pull the bolt after firing the shot, and your eyes have to adjust the focus according to the fox! Trouble, the shooting speed can't keep up.
In the scope, the Japanese artillery half-hidden in the grass was not very clear.
Breeze, slightly backlit.
Trying to think about the proportions and deflections that the fox told me, the cross lines in the camera turned to the side, time stopped, and the gunshots around him slowly faded away and could not be heard. The concentrated little braided little finger felt the hot temperature of the trigger and calmed down. Press the trigger halfway, the scope stops, press your finger again, and fire!
The recoil force was transmitted to the small body through the butt of the gun, and the braid on the top of the head suddenly shook.
Bang, a bullet came out of the chamber. In about 0.3 seconds, the high-speed rotating bullet flew across a not-so-short distance between the two sides.
The Eighth Route Army's poor shooting skills were well known to the Japanese. The only thing they had to guard against were stray bullets.
"In case" means that if the war lasts for a long time, there will always be one or two exceptions.
The miss-aimed bullet did not disappoint the girl. In the scope, the body of the Japs holding the mortar support on the left immediately fell over.
The real target was stuffing a shell into the muzzle.
Yijiu didn't attract X's attention, and the person next to him immediately came up to take his place.
The angry little girl immediately hammered her hands on the ground in front of her with regret, and the hard sand made her hands hurt.
He quickly pulled the bolt, took out a bridge bracket from the bag in front of him, pressed five bullets into the receiver, pulled out the retaining piece, quickly pushed the bolt back into place with a clatter, and loaded another bullet.
Ma Liang, who stopped firing grenades next to him, was dazzled.
The pigtail quickly got behind the scope and moved the target a little further to the side. He held his breath again and fired steadily!
Regardless of whether it hit the target, he pulled the bolt and fired again, and another bullet came out of the chamber. Five bullets rushed towards the Japanese mortar, one after another.
The elated Japanese second lieutenant was dumbfounded. One of the two mortars he brought with him was mute. When he looked carefully, he found that four of the five-man mortar soldiers had fallen. Maybe they missed the vital point, and the four warriors had no chance. With one exception, everyone fell to the ground and groaned!
The remaining one was lying on the ground holding a shell in his hand, his eyes wide open in disbelief. According to regulations, no one could hold the mortar's two-leg support and insert the shell into the muzzle!
Everyone who saw this scene was frightened. There was no Sangun Tubal Road opposite. There were really special shooters there!
Everyone lowered their heads, and another group of mortars that had not received the ceasefire order still fired rhythmically.
Ten seconds later, after a popping sound, another one fell over, five seconds later, another one fell over, and then another one...
Only the two grenades in front were still firing grenades on the hillside.
A minute later, the grenade also fell to the ground. There were trained reserve artillery among the Japanese infantry. The point was that no one dared to step forward and continue shooting at this time. The Eighth Route Army's marksmanship was so amazing.
Of course, not all Japanese artillery grenadiers were hit by little girls.
The sound of machine guns rang out again on the hillside, and almost all the machine gun bullets were sent to the Japanese artillerymen and grenades!
Tang Dagou was a little stunned: "When did my grandma's marksmanship become so good?"
Perhaps out of excitement, he even changed his surname to Xiong.
On the nearby hillside, two of his men were dead and three wounded, and several recruits were bandaging them first aid.
There is no time to lament, no time to be sad, only the bullets of hatred are sent out of the gun again.
Damn it, can I not hit you if you lie there? After all, it was a bit difficult to aim at a target two hundred meters away. If he wanted to be accurate, he couldn't fire a single shot within half a minute. Tang Dagou turned his target to the backs of the nearby Japanese who shot and killed his brothers.
Perhaps he was addicted to shooting, watching the bullets stop one body after another, and finally forgot to shoot and change positions. His rapid shooting finally caused the Japanese to fire back intensive bullets.
Suddenly, the big dog felt a pain in his shoulder, and his body felt as if it had been hit by a high-speed carriage. His body trembled backwards, and he trembled: "Fuck, I've been shot!"
Huge pain came, and I subconsciously wanted to move my body, but I felt that the body no longer belonged to me. Liu Wenxia, a female soldier who saw this scene next to her, immediately rushed up, grabbed the big dog's leg and dragged it backwards, and then pulled it Apply a bandage.
"What the hell..." Tang Dagou, who was about to curse, quickly stuffed his words back.
...
The team was marching in a quasi-security area, and there was no need to arrange for sharp soldiers. A battalion of security troops finally hurried along the road to the dry swamp.
The gunshots from the front continued for almost half an hour, and the marching team became even slower.
The translator came from the front with a Japanese messenger on a bicycle and came to the security army battalion commander with a dark face and cursed loudly.
The battalion commander's face turned red. This guy's expression didn't seem to mean good things. He looked at the translator as if he was asking for help.
The translator was helpless: "The imperial army said that if we can't arrive at the battlefield in half an hour, Captain Murakami said that he will chop you alive!"
"Then what are you waiting for? Everyone is here, run forward!" The battalion commander said fiercely and waved his hand.
The translator quickly spoke to the Japanese.
Satisfied, the Japanese turned the bike around and ran north first. He had to go back and report the location of the security forces!
"How's the situation up front?" Seeing that the Japanese had gone away, the battalion commander slowed down and asked.
"The lieutenant took people in cars to the east to outflank the Eighth Route Army. The imperial army has caught up with the Eighth Route Army and is exchanging fire. The imperial army has suffered heavy casualties, and one of the leading soldiers has been killed in battle, more than half of them!" The translator briefly explained the content of the conversation with the imperial army's messenger.
"Oh my God, more than half of the Imperial Army's casualties are? What kind of Eighth Route Army is that?" The battalion commander was incoherent and opened his mouth. Isn't fighting an Eighth Route Army like chasing rabbits?
"Hey, haven't you ever thought about it? The independent regiment in the mountains fought particularly hard some time ago. It is said that more than a hundred people surrounded and killed more than half of the squadron of imperial cavalry in the east of Xinglong Town. In addition, another group came from the north. The unknown Eighth Route Army also surrounded and killed a squadron of more than a hundred field troops. Only a dozen people escaped. Look, where are we now? Shili Dang! Do you understand?"
"But they said they couldn't arrive in half an hour and wanted my brother to be beheaded. What should I do?"
"Hey, we'd better be careful! Since the imperial army can be split up, can't you, battalion commander? As they are fighting so hard, let's first send a platoon to carry a stretcher to deal with it, and then say that our brigade is on its way. ..Isn’t this done?” The translator is also an expert.
The battalion commander was overjoyed and stepped forward to hug the translator: "You are my brother. Your house in the city is really shabby. When this matter is over, I will get you a better one."
"Who among us brothers is related to whom? Are we born in such a way?"
"You look down on your brother?"
"Uh, how is that possible!"
"If you continue to refuse, I won't treat you as a brother."
"Then, brothers, the only thing you can do is...respect, why not obey orders?"
"This is my good brother." The battalion commander's back was covered in cold sweat.
"Then I'll thank you brother first!"
So, a platoon of more than 30 people, wearing their hats crooked and slinging guns, carried stretchers and rushed towards the gate of hell.
