The people guarding the Sixing Warehouse did not know that the Dongchuan troops had quietly entered the battlefield and that they were deployed on all buildings within a radius of 800 meters.
In groups of two, one person uses a telescope to observe, and the other person uses a 98k sniper rifle to snipe.
Apart from this, these Japanese soldiers only received basic warnings. As for whether they could leave the battlefield alive, Higashikawa Yohei did not care.
After all, the troops temporarily organized on the battlefield should suffer more casualties. The remaining veterans in the future will be personally selected by the principal and must be the elite among the elite.
With the appearance of the Dongchuan team, the precision rifle shooters in Sihang Warehouse were immediately hit.
"Bah..."
Another shot was fired from somewhere five hundred meters away, followed by a low voice shouting,
"Wang Hu was beaten to death, and his helmet was shot directly through."
It’s not that no one had fired at them before, and it’s not that there were no casualties among precision shooters, but the sudden increase in the speed of casualties aroused Zhang Changlin’s vigilance. He shouted,
"Lower your head, be careful, the Japanese snipers are coming, and those nurses are bait."
"I'll beat them to death."
A soldier shouted, pulling the bolt of his gun,
"You are not allowed to hit the medical soldiers. You have forgotten the commander's instructions."
He casually stopped the commotion and grabbed the soldier who had just come to report the Japanese nurse.
"Go down and report to the commander that Japanese snipers are coming."
"yes"
The soldier who rushed to report climbed towards the hole with the ladder. When he went down, he raised his body slightly, and heard a crisp "bang" of 98k in the distance.
The soldier who was opening the report fell through the hole in the floor.
Seeing that the subpoena failed, Zhang Changlin knew that his guess was correct. It was the Japanese snipers who had arrived.
He was extremely nervous for a moment. He clung to the ground like a gecko, and quickly ran towards the wooden ladder without moving much.
When he got there, he was not ready to climb the ladder and shouted down,
"Go and call Chief Zhang. They say the Japanese snipers are here."
At this moment, Zhang Sixing was lying on a few grain sacks, soundly asleep. He had been playing all night last night, so he was taking advantage of all his free time to rest.
"Sir, sir, wake up, there is news from the rooftop that Japanese snipers have appeared, and there are quite a few of them."
People who can sleep on the battlefield are all people with excellent psychological quality. At the same time, people who sleep on the battlefield are actually alert all the time.
When the situation is urgent, they can even perform killing moves as soon as they open their eyes.
Zhang Sixing opened his eyes, but his body remained motionless. After waiting for a few seconds, he turned over and sat up, telling Hansen Raul,
"Go wake up all the people equipped with scopes and ask them to find places to snipe. Also tell everyone that from now on, even in the building, it will be extremely unsafe."
"yes"
After accepting the order, Hansen Raul bent over and ran like a dexterous cat despite being so big.
We still met them, Zhang Sixing thought to himself.
He had long expected that when he returned to China to join the Anti-Japanese War, he would meet students from the Hunter School sooner or later.
In a school like Germany that is linked to the military, it is impossible to violate Germany's wishes. If possible, Zhang Sixing would not let Japanese into the school at all.
However, this had nothing to do with his wishes. It was the German military's arrangement as to who to accept into the school, so he had no choice but to try his best to record the characteristics of each student.
Who could it be, which one?
With questions in mind, he cautiously walked through the corridor and headed towards the top floor.
By this time, the building had become unsafe, and bullets penetrated through the shooting holes in the wall from time to time.
The "whoosh" sound of the bullets piercing the air sent chills down the spine, and the "snap bang" sound of the bullets hitting the concrete pillars, leaving dents as big as wine cups.
"Pay attention to enemy snipers, try to use the periscope observation scope, and don't poke your head easily."
As he bent forward, he shouted at the top of his lungs.
I believe that no officer in the Chinese army who does not know what a sniper is knows how to defend against snipers.
And now there is no other way to deal with snipers.
For artillery fire coverage, there were only four cannons, and there were only a few shells to provide any coverage.
Based on the fire coverage, Zhang Sixing could easily determine that there were at least thirty snipers nearby based on the number of bullets flying into the shooting holes.
Then no gunner or machine gunner can safely cover it.
The only solution right now is sniper versus sniper.
Unfortunately, there are currently less than a thousand people in the entire building, and there are only a few sharpshooters who can be picked out. Compared to the Japanese snipers who have been practicing for who knows how long, one can imagine their disadvantage.
"Enemy snipers appeared in large numbers. Everyone wore helmets and stayed in a position where they would not be directly watched by the outside world..."
Following Zhang Sixing's cry, everyone upstairs re-examined their positions. Fortunately, the Japanese army has not attacked yet.
However, based on Zhang Sixing's understanding of the Japanese, I am afraid that their attack will be faster.
"Night, as long as I can last until the night...as long as I can last until the night."
In Germany, Zhang Sixing had to establish a sniper school in order to promote his weapons and equipment and other products.
But special operations were not taught to the Germans, let alone the Japanese.
And night is the time that special operations like to do their best.
Thinking in my mind, I climbed up the wooden ladder to the top of the building.
At this time, the precision rifle shooters on the roof were completely suppressed. They kept crawling around from sniper position to sniper position, but almost all shooting positions were firmly targeted by Japanese snipers.
He put his 38-year-old penis up through the hole on the roof, and then went up the wooden ladder himself.
When he saw the 38 rifle tied with a cloth strip from the Sihang Warehouse, Higashikawa Yohei, who had never fired or asked to observe his hand, murmured,
"Long time no see, Mr. Principal."
He has always respected Zhang Sixing in his heart, especially recalling every detail of his time in the Hunter School. Even now that he has become his opponent on the battlefield, his respect still remains.
My eyes looked at the rifle that looked like a mourning stick through the six-fold light scope, and it was slowly lowered.
Then a helmet also covered with cloth strips appeared on the top of the wooden ladder.
Higashikawa Yohei took a breath and put his finger into the trigger guard.
However, he was sure that the principal would not make the same mistakes as ordinary soldiers. Even in such an easy position to be sniped, he would not make any mistakes.
Especially since Sihang Warehouse is the tallest building nearby, there are really not many opportunities to shoot.
In his expectant gaze, the helmet with cloth strips was raised a little higher...and then, it dropped disappointingly.
"As expected of your Excellency the principal, it seems..."
His eyes rolled up slightly, the sky was getting darker and darker, and Higashikawa Yohei couldn't help but sigh slightly,