Compared with the previous battle, the Japanese used a pig-like charge with a large force, followed by a small-scale skirmish attack, which did not make Hu Biao and others feel at all relaxed.
On the contrary, this feeling like a dull knife cutting flesh made them indescribably uncomfortable.
Because often the enemy's attacking team is defeated with great difficulty; after a pause of two or three minutes at most, a new team rushes up again.
In such a short period of time, what do you think you can do for gentlemen like Hu Biao?
It's all about filling up the empty rifles and repairing the trenches.
He didn't even have time to go to the toilet, but by this time, many netizens with wet crotches no longer had to worry about this minor problem.
In such an almost endless battle, their limited manpower and ammunition reserves are rapidly consumed...
With a crisp sound of "Boom~", a Japanese soldier who was approaching the position with his waist crouched was shaken all over and rolled down the mountain.
The middle-aged warehouse manager who killed an opponent with one shot did not show much excitement on his face.
I just silently wrote down a number in my heart: "No. 27~"
Such a number represents all the results achieved by the Hun Dharma God alone since the beginning of this mission.
Shooting is also simple for those who are talented. It is nothing more than a matter of familiarity with the gun. To use a line:
You boy, you are born to fight.
Or to put it in a more accurate way: You old boy is born to fight.
After firing nearly a hundred rounds in a row, this middle-aged man became more comfortable using the scope, and his shooting skills improved at an astonishing speed.
By the way! When the battle of this mission began, the middle-aged warehouse manager finally realized the dream of becoming a sniper that he had been looking forward to since he was a child.
Unfortunately, the experience of realizing a dream like this is not good enough at all.
In the Japs' brand new tactics, in addition to the 40 or so people who hunkered down and advanced steadily every time, there were about 10 so-called precision shooters who lay on the ground more than 200 meters away and kept firing.
Even though they were often not very good at shooting because they needed to attack from above, the marksmanship of these Japanese veterans still posed a great threat to Hu Biao and the others.
As a sniper, the middle-aged warehouse manager naturally needs to deal with these big threats on the ground.
No! It was after firing all the bullets in the magazine and using 3 bullets to kill a Japanese precision shooter who was hiding behind a rock.
The Hun Dharma God had no time to retract his body back into the trench and reload his bullets.
Or, according to the tactics you know, quickly change positions and continue to fire from concealment.
The little flat-headed Original Sin next to him fell in the trench with a muffled groan. He turned around and looked over, only to see a large amount of blood on Original Sin's left arm, which suddenly drooped.
Since the crooked barrel of the gun was knocked out, this guy and his assistant shooter Qing Tian had to pick up the rifle again.
Even because of his good marksmanship, Yuan Sin also acted as a sniper, responsible for shooting and competing with the Japanese's precision shooters.
After tearing off the towel that smelled slightly of urine from his waist, he pressed the wound on his left arm.
Original Sin didn't even bother to call An Tusheng, an orthopedic surgeon, for battlefield rescue. Instead, he turned to the middle-aged warehouse manager and shouted loudly:
"The grandson is hiding in a shallow pit at your 11 o'clock position. He has been killed and three of us have been injured. We must kill him as soon as possible, otherwise there will be almost no survivors on the battlefield~"
After explaining one sentence, he called out the most popular sentence in the recent period, which is considered to be the most popular sentence in the third area team position:
"Lao An, come here and help me quickly, I'm dying~"
When the above words were heard in his ears, orthopedic surgeon An Tusheng was slumped on the ground, breathing heavily like an old cow.
When he was originally summoned, the white coat he was wearing was now covered with all kinds of blood stains and dust; combined with his current gray and sullen appearance, it looked quite embarrassing.
After making a sound of "Bah~", he spat in his mouth.
An Tusheng moved his heavy legs and trotted towards the direction of the sound. He felt that his waist was almost broken due to bending over for a long time.
If it were the moment at the beginning of the battle, after hearing such a cry for help.
The orthopedic surgeon will definitely say nervously: "Hold on, I'll be here right away; don't worry, as long as I am here, you will be fine."
In his words, he was filled with the legendary kindness of a doctor and full of encouragement.
Even during actual battlefield first aid, the orthopedic surgeon would have tears in his eyes when he saw the shocking wounds on these brothers.
Unfortunately, as time went by, he became a little numb from the repeated running around.
For example, now, if the amount of exercise in a short period of time is recorded, An Tusheng, who will be able to beat everyone in his circle of friends, has worked hard to reach the original sin.
He just glanced at the wound and said calmly:
"Stop barking, it's like killing a pig; it's just a small injury, it will definitely not kill anyone."
While he was speaking, he had already dug out a rubber tourniquet from his bag, and skillfully tightened it tightly around the upper end of Original Sin's left arm. In this way, he stopped the heavy bleeding from the wound.
Then, sprinkle a little styptic powder and wrap gauze around the wound a few times to prevent infection.
As well as preventive measures, a handful of oral penicillin was given to the original sin. Such a battlefield rescue would be considered a complete end.
If he were in the modern dimension, An Tusheng knew that if he dared to do this in the hospital, he would be beaten to death by the patient's family members within a few seconds.
Because it took a little longer to treat the wound in this way, the arm was completely useless.
The problem is that now he only needs to ensure that the original sin does not bleed to death; as long as he survives until the end of the mission, the system's treatment is said to be very powerful.
Therefore, the battlefield treatment style of Hu Biao's team that has been criticized by newcomers can be regarded as the initial germination here.
After receiving a simple treatment, it was regarded as the original sin of an old bird, and he let go of the worry of dying from excessive bleeding.
After struggling to move his throat, he swallowed a mouthful of oral penicillin.
This little crew chief with a huge heart even had the mood to pay attention to the fight between the middle-aged warehouse manager and the Japanese precision shooter.
While he was being treated, the guy fired two shots in a row, killing the target with unknown results.
But as soon as he looked at the Hun Dharma God, a middle-aged man with a miserable expression, he knew that he had not solved the goal.
For this reason, he decided to help this teammate.
He used his only movable right hand to hold the rifle against the steel helmet above his head, and stretched out slightly from the trench.
And in his mouth, he whispered to the Hun Dharma God who had just changed his shooting position to his side:
"Seize the opportunity. I think the grandson will only be fooled once."
Less than 3 seconds after the helmet was extended, the helmet with an extra bullet hole fell to his side with a crisp metal impact.
At this moment, the middle-aged warehouse manager also opened fire. After firing, the guy jumped up in excitement.
By the way! What could be more exciting for a rookie sniper than being able to defeat an opponent in a sniper battle, and a tough opponent at that?
But a second later, the excited middle-aged warehouse manager had a bullet hole on his forehead.
At the same time, a drop of warm liquid splashed onto Yuan Sin's mouth. After the little crew licked it instinctively, it felt a little salty~
After resisting the urge to spit it out, Yuan Sin also let out a long sigh. Not only did he know these people clearly, he might know a lot of tactical knowledge in theory, but when it comes to putting it into practice, many of them forget everything.
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He even lamented that even though he was like this, he still couldn't worry about it and had to continue fighting.
Otherwise, with the increasingly sparse firepower on the position, the Japanese will soon rush up.
With this emotion, he clamped a section of the rifle's body with his knees, and used his only intact right hand to pull the bolt and load the bullet.
Then he lay down in the trench again and opened fire with one hand, shooting a Japanese soldier through the neck.
When the recoil of the rifle fired hit his shoulder, the wound on his left arm flashed: Damn it! It really hurts~