As soon as Yang Ling and the others lay down, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers wearing steel helmets appeared in their field of vision. Fatty Tian stood in the woods and shouted at the Japanese soldiers: "Little devil, grandpa is here!"
As soon as Fatty Tian finished shouting, he turned around and headed into the forest. The Japs more than 600 meters away raised his hand in Fatty Tian's direction and pulled the trigger.
The Japs' 38-gauge rifle has a long standard range, but its effective killing distance is generally only four to five hundred meters. The fat man cursed the little Japs loudly while drilling into the forest, and the whistling bullets scattered the leaves in the forest behind him.
, but it didn’t hurt him.
However, the fat man cursed more and more vigorously, and greeted all the eighteen generations of the Japs' ancestors in a broken voice. Although the Japs didn't know what the fat man was scolding, they thought they were not good words.
Seeing the fat man getting into the forest, the Japanese chased him towards the forest with their rifles drawn. While chasing, they still pulled the trigger and fired. The bullet penetrated the trunk of the tree and made a popping sound. The man lying beside the dead leaves
Luo Dayong heard the bullets whizzing above his head, and his palms were sweating.
Heiwa lay on the ground, holding a thirty-round magazine in his hand, closing his eyes tightly, praying that the enemy's bullet would not go astray and hit him.
Seeing the Japs getting closer and closer, when the Japs entered the 200-meter range, Luo Dayong was heartbroken and decisively pulled the trigger.
"Da da da da!"
A tongue of flame spurted out from the black muzzle, and the scorching bullets roared towards the little devils. The few devils running at the front were caught off guard and had no time to hide. Their bodies were already bursting with clouds of blood mist.
, and then rolled to the ground screaming.
"Fight me!" Lao Yanqiang led the remnants of the soldiers and launched an attack from the side. The bullets of the rifle and the bullets of the machine gun formed a dense rain of bullets and headed towards the little devil.
After being shot and huddled on the ground in pain, the remaining soldiers felt extremely happy.
In the past, they were suppressed and beaten by the Japanese, but now they are suppressed and beaten by the Japanese. As the offensive and defensive momentum changes, their mentality is also changing.
Luo Dayong was still not familiar with operating a machine gun. After scanning one magazine, before he had time to replace another magazine, the Japanese machine gun started roaring and raining bullets on them.
If it were Yang Ling who operated the machine gun, he would have fired at the enemy's firepower point first to knock out the enemy's fire output. However, Luo Dayong went to hit people but failed to hit the enemy's machine gunner and was immediately killed.
Suppressed.
Although the Japanese suffered a sudden attack, the few remaining infantrymen still did not panic at all. They were lying on the ground and shooting at Lao Yanqiang and the others.
This was a reinforced detachment of the Japanese, equipped with a two-person grenade group. Because they had several grenades strapped to their bodies and were holding grenade launchers, they did not move very fast and fell behind the team.
Seeing that they were under attack, they immediately found a hidden place and began to prepare to shoot out the machine gun in Luo Dayong's hand. This 50mm grenade was very powerful, easy to carry, and had a killing radius of four to five meters. As long as
It is almost impossible to survive after being shot. The enemy often uses the firepower output such as light and heavy machine gun points to attack the Chinese army.
Seeing the Japanese grenade team methodically removing the grenade tied to his body and preparing to launch it, Yang Ling lay down in the ditch on the other side with a sneer on his lips, pointing the black muzzle at the index finger of the Japanese grenadier's head.
Bend pulled the trigger.
All the Japs' attention was attracted by the frontal firepower, and they had no idea that there were people ambush on both sides, so this gave Yang Ling the opportunity to make a cold shot.
"Snapped!"
A puff of choking green smoke came out of the muzzle of Yang Ling's gun. The pointed bullet had already shot straight towards the Japs head, and then penetrated into his head at lightning speed, sending out a large stream of blood and white.
Brains spurted out from the other side of the devil's head. The devil's head tilted and he fell to the ground.
The Japanese's 38-gauge rifle uses a five-round magazine. Although the 6.5mm bullets have high shooting accuracy, their lethality is not as good as the Hanyang-made bullets of the Chinese army. They basically penetrate the human body without causing any harm.
Instant death is just damage, but hitting the head is another matter.
Although Yang Ling's current body is not as good as his previous body of the King of Soldiers, in general, his marksmanship is still at the level of his own King of Soldiers. Except for special circumstances where the shot misses, most of the time he shoots wherever he aims.
Which, one dozen is accurate.
The tall and thin man lying not far away boasted that his marksmanship was good, but he was shocked when he saw that Yang Ling hit the Japs in the head with one shot. How many bullets did it take to achieve this kind of marksmanship? In the heart of the tall and thin man, Yang Ling
He is already a sharpshooter.
The tall and thin man was surprised when he saw Yang Ling hit the Japanese grenadier with one shot. At the same time, he was thinking of competing. Just as he took a deep breath and aimed at another grenadier, Yang Ling's gun fired again.
This time he still hit the Japs in the head. If hitting the Japs in the head once was luck, then the tall and thin man knew that he had met a master twice. At the same time, he was very happy. Fortunately, it was on his side.
Although it was also a Type 96 light machine gun, the Japanese suppressed Luo Dayong to death. He only fired a magazine and was so suppressed that he could not lift his head. The bullets scattered dead leaves and soil, and Luo Dayong ate them.
A mouth full of gray.
"Boom!" A melon grenade exploded beside Lao Yanqiang and the others, and the air wave immediately knocked the two remaining soldiers out. The fluffy soil fell rustling, making Lao Yanqiang and the others look disgraced.
After the Japanese threw the grenade, they did not continue to attack the front. Instead, they prepared to retreat. Now they also discovered that their grenade tubes had been knocked off, and they saw that the situation was not good and were ready to flee.
But now that Yang Ling is here, how can he let them go away so easily? Doesn't that mean he is too incompetent?
Yang Ling pulled the gun bolt with a clatter and ejected the cartridge case, then pushed the bullet into the chamber. He aimed the sight at the Japs' back and pulled the trigger. The distance was too close. The bullet penetrated a bloody hole in the Japs' body and then burrowed into the soil.
In the meantime, the Japanese man ran forward a few steps with inertia and then collapsed to the ground.
Seeing that Yang Ling had killed several Japs in succession, the tall and thin man immediately raised his Hanyang-made rifle and aimed at the Japs machine gunner's head, refusing to admit defeat, and pulled the trigger. The Hanyang-made rifle used 7.92mm bullets.
The power was so much greater that it tore off the devil's skull, causing a shower of blood to fall instantly.
Yang Ling also noticed that the tall and thin man was very accurate with his marksmanship, and gave a thumbs up in his direction to show his approval.
"Charge!" Seeing that the Japs were about to run away, Lao Yanqiang shouted and stood up from the bunker first and rushed out. The rest of the remaining soldiers also shouted and launched a charge. The only two remaining Japs still tried to
He resisted, but was quickly cut into pieces by the angry remnants of the soldiers.
The battle lasted for less than five minutes. A Japanese reinforced unit of fifteen people was wiped out, and the remaining soldiers burst into loud cheers.