At this moment, Zhang Sixing went up to the fifth floor again with his sniper rifle.
When the opponent's artillery fire suppressed him, he was a little worried about the defense on the first floor. After all, most of the young soldiers in the mixed barracks were recruits who had never been on the battlefield.
However, when I got there, I saw that these children who had grown up in the mountains were able to grit their teeth and endure the bombardment of artillery fire.
No wonder farmers and workers have been able to produce good soldiers since ancient times, but urban soldiers who pride themselves on being smart are often unable to withstand greater pressure.
This is just like in life, urban soldiers can be good engineers, doctors or even hawkers. But people who are too petty-citizen often have poor discipline and lack of resilience in battle.
However, soldiers from rural areas and workers are naturally better able to obey orders and can withstand pressure better, and are less prone to mental illnesses such as PTSD.
Of course, once there are good soldiers among the city soldiers, their achievements will often be greater.
The more knowledge you have, the more ideas you will have. Otherwise, how could you come up with equipment like the helmet mine?
When we reached the top of the building, the suppressive firepower of the Japanese army, both grenades and machine guns, was much weaker. It seemed that the original shooter was almost dead under the continuous attacks of the precision riflemen.
Just like a grenade, there is a huge gap in the rate of fire, accuracy, etc. between experienced players who can shoot grenades and those who can shoot grenades.
"If the people downstairs can withstand it, let them go and put down the Japanese suppressive fire."
Zhang Sixing's shout greatly increased the confidence of the precision shooters on the rooftop, and at the same time, their accuracy and shooting speed increased significantly.
"Pah...pah..."
The sound of Chinese-style gunfire rang out, and all the professional soldiers and officers of the Japanese Marine Corps on the battlefield were trembling in their hearts.
Sure enough, with the sound of gunfire, a machine gunner fell again.
"Boom" grenade launcher fired in retaliation.
Boom, the shells landed in front of and behind the building and exploded.
The grenade for follow-up fire was fired quickly.
"boom"
This time the grenade exploded on the roof of the fifth floor, but no one was sure whether the sniper was actually hit.
After all, the time for the first group of mistakes was enough for the sniper to move to other places to shoot.
Before the machine gunners and grenade launchers on the suppression mission could react, another shot came from the building opposite.
The soldier who had just let go of the grenade fell to the ground, struggled a few times and then stopped moving.
The leading army waved his hand to the people below to take over.
In fact, there were no professional machine gunners or grenade launchers upstairs at this time. They had already suffered all casualties in the previous hour's exchange of fire. Now they were all ordinary Marines who "knew" their skills.
However, before the officer could finish waving his hand, he had already fallen down the stairs from upstairs.
There was silence under the building where fire suppression was being carried out for a few seconds. Suddenly, someone burst into tears and screamed like crazy.
"Ghost sniper, ghost sniper is not dead, he is back, he is back..."
It turned out that when Zhang Sixing left the roof of the building to direct the battle downstairs, the people on the roof thought that he had been killed, and they were ecstatic for a while.
The reason why he is called the Ghost Sniper is because his shooting never makes any sound. Not only that, but his shooting speed is super fast.
As the people upstairs shouted, almost everyone performing suppressive fire missions lowered their heads as much as possible. They were worried that they would be the next target of the ghost snipers.
The most terrifying thing is that this guy's sniper shot has no muzzle flash, no dust from the shooting, and no gunfire. Even if you want to cover him with artillery fire, you can't do it.
As the firepower of the Japanese Marine Corps fire suppression team decreased, the Japanese Marine infantry on the ground fell into a situation of being crazily massacred.
In addition to the explosions of free grenades, the high-trajectory mortars continued to hit the crowd, and each explosion would knock down a piece of people.
The subsequent reinforcements of the Marines could only endure the massacre and were unable to move forward.
Because the team that made the sneak attack was still blocked at the entrance of Sihang Warehouse and had not entered, they would be blocked at the entrance as well if they rushed over.
At this time, in the command post, Colonel Funagi Ryo slapped the messenger who ran back to report. His eyes were already red and he roared like a beast,
"Go and tell your commander to storm that damn warehouse. I don't want the number of casualties. I want the warehouse. I want the warehouse..."
The sound spread far to the roof of the Sixing Warehouse. Zhang Sixing, who knew Japanese, wanted to laugh when he heard it, and immediately turned the muzzle of his rifle.
Six hundred meters, the Japanese commander is very dedicated. As an enemy commander, the more dedicated he is, the more he deserves to die.
In the eight-fold lens, he saw the enemy command post, but he did not see the telephone line or radio antenna. They were probably in the other direction of the command post.
But that was not important. What was important was that he saw the window of the command post. It was heavily protected by sandbags, and there was only an observation window of about ten centimeters. The lens of the artillery mirror inside shone with a dim light.
Six hundred meters was a trivial challenge. Of course, now was not the time to fire. He had to wait for the blue-gleaming lens to move before firing.
After calming down, Zhang Sixing was like a stone. The world seemed to have stopped, and everything seemed to have returned to nothingness.
After Ryo Funagi lost his temper in the command post, he walked to the artillery mirror in a gloomy mood and bent down to see the situation on the battlefield.
The mirror is moving, and the guy must have bent down to observe the battlefield. This kind of periscope artillery mirror is really annoying.
In fact, its full name is periscope binocular observation scope, but this equipment was first used in artillery teams, so it was called artillery scopes.
Finally, it was discovered that this kind of periscope binocular observation scope was of great benefit in protecting observers and officers. As a result, all levels of the army began to equip it, but the customary name could not be changed. Everyone called it "artillery scope".
Ah, you kid, turn the lens to see where you want to see and who you want to see.
Now Zhang Sixing can't shoot yet, he has to put himself into the person of the guy he's observing.
He bent down to observe, probably because the commander used it, so the artillery frame was set high to prevent him from bending over for too long. Well, the commander's health is still very important.
Then his head should be in this position, no, let's wait until he raises his head, then...
It's best to shoot the head with one shot. If you lose the commander, I'll see how you can carry out the offensive battle.
He moved his eyes halfway from the scope and looked at a broken hanging flower pot found near the aiming point. The only remaining branch was swaying in the wind, bringing a glimmer of life and hope to Shanghai as a battlefield.
No, strictly speaking it represents death. It is a good plant to bring painful and unforgettable death to the beasts that invade this country.
As the wind speed reached the standard and the blue lens began to shake slightly, Zhang Si put his finger into the trigger guard.