Sniper Zhang Hai pinned down the Japanese snipers, and the brothers of the Third Special Operations Team relied on the cover of tree trunks and rocks to quickly stabilize their position.
"Da da da......."
In the jungle, bullets were blowing like wind. Bullets from machine guns and submachine guns were flying into the air. Grenades and grenades from both sides were constantly throwing at each other, trying to kill each other.
Under the intensive fire of bullets, people were shot and injured from time to time, and screams and lamentations of pain occurred one after another.
Although the little devils wanted to ambush the third special operations team and eat them in one bite, they weakened the strength of their brothers.
The Japanese have hundreds of submachine guns, but the weapons in the hands of the brothers are not ordinary. The two sides go back and forth, and the fight is filled with smoke, but no one can do anything about the other.
When the battle here suddenly started, several brothers from the special operations team who were searching nearby immediately stopped and looked in the direction of the gunfire.
"The third team encountered the Japanese!"
"Quick, surround us!"
After hearing the gunshots that sounded like exploding beans, the brothers became excited. Under the leadership of their respective commanders, like agile cheetahs, they flew through the jungle toward the location of the firefight.
Those lush branches were like slaps on the faces of the running brothers, leaving traces of blood, but they still did not slow down at all.
Those thorns cut their clothes into strips of cloth, but they were so focused on destroying this little devil that they didn't care.
When Wei Qing, the captain of the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade, heard the gunfire, a sneer appeared on his face. The Japanese couldn't help it after all.
Although he divided the brothers into six teams to search for the little Japs separately, each team was not very far from each other.
Once a team discovers the traces of the Japs, other brothers can immediately surround them, and even if one of the teams is attacked, the other brothers can quickly support and capture the Japs.
Every searching team is a bait, just waiting for the little devil to bite the hook, and the little devil actually bites the hook.
The twelve brothers of the fifth team were galloping through the forest and climbed over a mountain ridge to reach the place where the firefight took place.
Just as they were walking along the rocky slopes and preparing to cross the mountains, there was a sudden bang and bullets came straight towards them with the sound of wind.
"hidden!"
While shouting for cover, sniper Li Shoujiang quickly pushed the bullet and pressed the trigger in the direction of the bullet.
"puff!"
"puff!"
The bullets from both sides hit each other one after another. The leader of the fifth team was shot and fell on his back. On the ridge of the mountain, a cloud of blood mist also rose up, and a Japanese soldier was shot in the head.
"Spread out and press on!"
The captain of the fifth special operations team roared, picked up a machine gun and fired at the mountain ridge line to suppress it. The brothers quickly dispersed and pounced on them.
Soon the brothers occupied the ridgeline of the mountain. Except for a Japanese sniper whose head was blown off by sniper Li Shoujiang, there was no one else.
"What a bastard! Damn it!"
A brother angrily kicked the lifeless Japanese sniper, picked up his 97-modified sniper rifle, then squatted down and groped around, sweeping away all the Japanese equipment.
"How about it?"
After dealing with the Japs, the captain of the Fifth Special Forces Team rushed down the hillside and came to rescue the brother who was shot. The brother was shot in the chest and had a fist-sized hole in his back. He was no longer alive.
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Although one of the brothers responsible for the rescue tried his best, his hands were covered in blood from bandaging the wounds. He shook his head in pain.
"Team, captain, give...give me a good time..."
The brother was vomiting blood and froth, and struggled to grab the captain's hand.
"Brother, you're okay, it's okay." The captain grabbed the brother's hand and wanted to comfort him, but tears fell down.
"Please, captain, captain." The brother's face was full of pain because of the pain, and he begged the captain.
"Captain, help him." The brother next to him spoke with a sad voice. He really didn't want to see his brother suffer like this.
Although the captain was extremely reluctant, looking at his brother who could not be rescued but was in great pain, he finally reluctantly took out the shell gun attached to his waist and opened the safety.
"Brother, is there anything else you want to say?" the captain asked.
"I still have women and children at home, tell them...I won't go back..." This brother said word by word, his face became distorted in pain, and tears rolled out of the corners of his eyes.
"Captain...let's do it." This brother no longer had the energy to speak and was breathing heavily.
"Brother, I'm sorry." The captain put the shell gun against the brother's chest, turned his face to the side, closed his eyes and pressed the trigger.
"boom!"
The brother lying on the ground was shaken all over, then with a look of relief on his face, his head tilted to the side.
"Brother, don't worry. The brothers will go over and accompany you after they fight the Japanese." Looking at the dead brother, the captain wiped his tears and stood up.
"Brothers, go and take revenge!"
With red eyes, the captain led his brothers straight to the place where the firefight occurred. They wanted to kill the little devil and vent their anger.
When the Japanese commander Makino Kanan heard the gunshots coming from the distance, he also knew that something was wrong.
The snipers he left on the periphery were mainly responsible for monitoring the rest of the Flame Special Forces Team. If they were to reinforce quickly, the snipers would hold them back.
But Makino Kanan miscalculated, because there are also many snipers in the Flame Special Forces Brigade. They were all excellent hunters in the past and have undergone rigorous training.
Perhaps their marksmanship was not as good as that of the Japs' snipers, but their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated. Makino Kanan's idea of being restrained by snipers came to nothing.
"Major, the Chinese soldiers have surrounded us!"
Soon, Japanese snipers came flying from the distant jungle, looking for Makino Kanan who was hiding behind a rock and reported.
"asshole!"
When Makino Kanan saw that the sniper had not completed his sniper mission, he immediately cursed.
"Hi!"
The Japanese sniper subconsciously bowed his head heavily, his body almost turning 90 degrees. He blamed himself for not completing the mission.
"Retreat!" Makino Kanan knew that they might be surrounded if they didn't retreat, so he ordered immediately.
"Hiyi!"
As soon as the Japs sniper nodded and bent down, a scorching bullet suddenly penetrated his leader from the side and back. A stream of blood and brain matter sprayed onto the Japs Commander Makino Kanan's face. The sniper hiding in the distance
Zhang Hai fired.
"asshole!"
Makino Kanan quickly rolled away from his original position and fired several shots angrily in the distance, causing the leaves to fall. However, Zhang Hai, like a silent ghost, fired at Makino Kanan again.
Nan disappeared from sight.
After throwing a few grenades, the remaining nine Japanese soldiers turned around and ran away without looking back.
Sniper Zhang Hai, who had relocated his shooting position, used the crosshairs in his scope to capture the target on the rapidly flashing Japanese. Unfortunately, the trees in the jungle blocked his shooting range, and he never found an opportunity to shoot.
Seeing that the little devil was about to run away, Zhang Hai did not bother to notify the brothers of the third special operations team. He climbed up from the moss alone and chased after him from the flank with a gun.