Zhang Sixing on the fifth floor called the ten precision rifle shooters who had killed the most enemies during the front battle.
They all looked a little excited. Of course, none of the soldiers who had never seen a sniper scope knew how to install it.
But Zhang Sixing personally selected the ten best ones in the German weapons camp and they all witnessed the official process. He first looked at the appearance, then looked at the accuracy of aiming, and tried firing several times.
When they saw Zhang Sixing knocking down a Japanese soldier six hundred meters away with one shot even without a scope, everyone was looking forward to getting that gun.
But when Zhang Sixing took out ten brand-new sights and fixings, their eyes widened even more.
Xie Jinyuan, Yang Ruifu and other officers who came after hearing the news were much more knowledgeable.
"Scope, Brother Zhang, this... this..."
None of the Chinese officers knew what to say. It was always officers who took benefits from the army and took them home. How could I see an officer spending his own money to upgrade equipment for the army?
"With sharpshooters, the Japanese will not be able to live in peace. As for us...does he still want to fight back?"
Yang Ruifu whispered quietly next to Xie Jinyuan, who thought for a while and shook his head,
"I can't guess, but I think... that's not a peaceful person."
While talking, Zhang Sixing had already installed the sight, and then began to teach the gun.
"Zhang Changlin"
"arrive"
The person who stepped out was obviously a young man who grew up in the city. He had fair skin and a delicate appearance. His manners were neat and tidy. He was a veteran of the German Arms Master, making people feel comfortable to look at.
Putting the rifle into his hand, Zhang Sixing ordered again,
"You can't go to the roof for a while. Find a sniper position by yourself as I told you. Also, find a fine net to cover the lens, then fire a few shots to get a feel for it, and then rest."
"yes"
"Ma Hongfei...are you a hunter?"
"Here, sir, how do you know?"
The people who came out this time wore miscellaneous steel helmets on their heads, and at first glance they were from the military camp.
His demeanor was not as focused and calm as Zhang Changlin's, and his expression revealed more enthusiasm and excitement.
"Because there is a desire for prey in your eyes, which is different from his concentration and calmness. But if you have the opportunity to become a real sniper in the future, be calmer. The prey opposite you are smart and powerful. The order is the same, go ahead.
"
"Yes, thank you sir."
Seeing each precision rifle shooter getting a gun with a scope, almost everyone's eyes grew hot.
However, only ten people, only ten people, received rifles equipped with scopes. But at the next moment, Zhang Sixing lifted the spirits of all precision rifle shooters.
He held up the "lover package" he received, showed the remaining ten scopes in a circle to everyone, and said loudly,
"I still have the scope, but I'm just worried that you guys aren't qualified enough to get it."
After saying this, the eyes of the precision rifle shooters shone with enthusiasm like sunshine, and the hope in the eyes of ordinary soldiers and even officers became even more dazzling.
Almost everyone understands what a sharpshooter represents. If you don't eliminate the opponent's snipers, it will be very difficult to attack.
Just like the strong Japanese artillery positions a few hundred meters away, they are extremely unsafe from now on. After all, not everyone has the ability to kill enemies from a few hundred meters away without the need for a sniper scope.
But if they were originally good at marksmanship and equipped with scopes, their effects would be completely different.
There is only one German weapons battalion. If Zhang Sixing were to select hundreds of precision marksmen from one division or even all German weapon divisions and train them into real snipers, then the Japanese would really be in trouble.
On the battlefield, it is definitely not a myth that a sniper breaks up a small-scale attack.
"Bang"
The sniper who obtained the scope began to test the gun. The Japanese artillery position, which had originally felt safe, almost immediately fell into a one-way massacre.
"The sound of gunfire, where is the shooting?"
The Japanese soldiers hiding in the artillery positions screamed. The soldiers who had relaxed because the battle was over were suddenly knocked to the ground.
His body fell on the cannon, his legs twitching in a final struggle. The blood under the helmet fell to the ground, making the people around him horrified.
More people hurriedly went to get the shells, telescopes or went to the artillery mirror to observe.
"Bah, bah, bah..."
More gunshots rang out, and the Chinese snipers who had been unable to hit them with several shots were firing accurately as if they were cheating.
Anyone who jumped out from behind the sandbags in the bunker and moved around became the target of their shooting.
After only a few minutes, the cannons were left there, and no one dared to go near them anymore.
Five hundred meters is too close.
After all, according to Japanese Army training statistics, veterans are considered excellent when hitting a chest target at 400 meters.
But now the artillery position is five hundred meters away from the enemy's building. The artillery was suddenly wiped out in large numbers by the opponent. This can only mean one thing. That is that they got reinforcements from nowhere, and the reinforcements also included a considerable number of snipers.
In an instant, the situation almost got worse. However, at this moment, the Japanese Marine Corps was still waiting, waiting for Major General Isamu Kumagawa to appoint a new offensive commander.
Of course, with a new offensive commander, there must also be a new offensive strategy.
Otherwise, the Sihang Warehouse will definitely become the burial place of more Japanese Marines before the battle ends.
"Pap-pap-pap" gunshots were fired continuously from the building of Sihang Warehouse.
Soon the Japanese Marine Corps discovered that those snipers did not attack ordinary infantry, but officers, special weapons shooters, including communications personnel, and all those who were different from infantry were shot.
Especially those soldiers who fell near the Sihang Warehouse, no matter whether they were dead or not, could not escape again. The wounded soldiers who were still struggling were shot by snipers on the top of the Sihang Warehouse.
Of course, there were various situations. A few brave nurses from Japanese military hospitals appeared on the battlefield wearing red cross flags.
"Bang"
Gunshots rang out at their feet, and the nurse holding a red cross flag bowed and shouted in Japanese,
"We, we are military doctors, we are here to rescue the wounded."
People with red crosses cannot be beaten. There is no need for Zhang Sixing to teach the soldiers about this.
Just like scholars, he is also a figure that the Chinese people habitually respect, except of course those who are called beasts in later generations.
"The doctor should be the one holding the red cross flag. Brothers are asking what to do."
The person in question was Zhang Changlin, who was currently on duty. Although he rested for a few hours as ordered, he woke up early and went to the roof again after getting the scope.
"Let them save them, but if they don't see or care about saving them, they will just kill them."
"yes"
Precision rifle shooters all respect Zhang Changlin who holds a rifle with a scope.
"Ba"
A gun shot rang out, followed by some panicked shouts from the top of the building.
"The sharpshooters...the Japanese also have sharpshooters."