The Japanese soldiers' light and heavy machine guns were still pouring ammunition into the position, mixed with the dull sound of the 38-gauge rifles. The smoke was filled and the ammunition was flying.
Several Japanese Army veterans were lying behind the sandbags, dormant like venomous snakes, with their guns pointed at the semicircular fortification in front, quietly waiting for the opportunity to fire.
As Japs veterans drawn from the Northeastern battlefield, these Japs are not only rich in battlefield experience, but also murderous.
They fought all the way on the battlefield, and no less than a hundred Chinese people died under their guns. They fell in love with the feeling of killing, the thrill of a bullet blowing off the head.
Lao Yanqiang and others were lying behind a bunker about thirty meters away from Yang Ling. They joined the remaining soldiers who had withdrawn from the two wings and were firing crackling fire to stop the Japanese.
However, they also learned well. They knew that the Japanese had precision shooters, so they did not show up. They directly fired their crooked light machine guns through the gaps in the bunkers. Although the range of shooting was not good, the firepower network composed of four or five machine guns was still there.
The little devil couldn't break through for a while.
The two sides fell into a stalemate, with constant gunfire on the position, but Yang Ling knew that they could not hold on for long, and now they had gathered together. The little devil was very cunning, taking advantage of the opportunity of Lao Yanqiang and the others to change their magazines, and kept leaping forward.
The distance between the two sides has become closer and closer.
Yang Ling lay on his back and tried hard to calm down his breathing and become calm. An excellent sniper is not only good at shooting, but also has a strong psychological quality that does not change color even when the mountain is overwhelming.
When Yang Ling served as a sniper in the Falcon Squadron of the Republic, most of the time he was ambushed, hiding far away from the battlefield, and relying on sophisticated sniper guns to kill people miles away.
But this is an anti-Japanese battlefield filled with smoke and bullets. Not only do they not have sophisticated firearms, but it is also difficult to guarantee a quiet environment for sniping. They can only bite the bullet and rely on accurate marksmanship fed by bullets to kill the enemy.
It would not be difficult to face ordinary Japanese soldiers. For Yang Ling, they were just moving targets. But when he encountered the precise shooters of the Japanese soldiers, he felt it was a bit tricky.
In a duel with only a few people, Yang Ling had absolute confidence in killing the Japanese's precise shooters. However, in this chaotic battlefield, the other Japanese soldiers kept pressing forward. While he was worried about the Japanese's precise shooters, he had to prevent other Japanese soldiers from rushing in.
Own.
Yang Ling took a deep breath, turned over and lay down again, picked up the blood-stained hat of the dead soldier next to him, hung it on the bayonet, and slowly moved out of the trench.
Puff——
There was a tearing sound in the air, and the military cap hanging on the bayonet was instantly punched with several holes, and then fell to the ground.
Several Japanese veterans shot at almost the same time, and a faint smell of gunpowder smoke came out from the muzzles. They looked at each other with smiles on their faces. No one could survive under their muzzles.
Although several Japs veterans are accurate shooters, everything they do is based on their own battlefield experience. They have not experienced systematic training. Their marksmanship is good, but they are not qualified snipers. They do not know that they have been deceived by Yang Ling's tactics.
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Yang Ling picked up the hat that had been knocked to the ground. The five transparent holes on it were particularly conspicuous. The Japs hiding in the dark had good precision shooting skills. However, Yang Ling had a sneer on his lips at this moment. It would be unlucky for them to encounter him.
He slowly placed the muzzle of the gun in the gap between the bunkers, took aim, and pulled the trigger at a crawling Japanese rifleman.
With a bang, the bullet accurately penetrated the Japs head. After a cloud of blood burst out, the Japs soldier tilted his head and fell to the ground motionless.
Yang Ling's blow frightened the Japanese veterans hiding in the dark. They thought they had killed Yang Ling, so they pointed their guns at the machine guns of the Chinese defenders behind, looking for opportunities, but they did not expect that Yang Ling would attack again.
Kill one of their companions.
Several Japs veterans and sergeants pointed their guns at the semicircular bunker again. Their eyes were filled with anger and excitement. They were angry that the cunning Chinese soldier had killed their companions, and they were excited that they had found an opponent who could fight against them.
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Masters are all lonely. In the eyes of these Japs veterans, the Chinese soldiers with guns are no different from ordinary people. Even if they lie in the bunker, they are full of loopholes. Let them shoot them one by one, and they will kill more.
It's just boring.
But the appearance of Yang Ling made the blood in their bones boil, and they felt like they had met their opponents.
But they didn't know that Yang Ling didn't care about them at all. Although their marksmanship was much better than ordinary Japanese soldiers and they knew how to hide themselves, in the eyes of Yang Ling, the king of soldiers, they were also full of loopholes.
With just one tactical trick, Yang Ling estimated their number to almost ten, and already knew their location.
Hostile snipers compete for patience when they meet on the battlefield, but Yang Ling can't compete now, because the ordinary Japs have already approached him within fifty meters. Although several grenades in a row did not hit him, they also made him aware of his danger.
situation.
Yang Ling stretched out his hand and unscrewed several grenades, took a deep breath and threw them all out of the trench. The violent explosion, smoke and fire, shrapnel flying everywhere and the floating soil raised by the explosion confused the Japanese veterans.
Yang Ling was as agile as a leopard. Under the cover of the grenade explosion, he quickly jumped from the circular trench where he was hiding to another trench. In just a few seconds, he measured the time very accurately.
The violent explosion made the Japanese veterans subconsciously bury their heads to prevent themselves from being injured by the shrapnel and floating soil flying around. When they aimed at the circular trench again a few seconds later, they didn't know that Yang Ling was no longer there.
Yang Ling climbed in the trench. From time to time, grenades thrown by the Japanese exploded nearby, mixed with the roar of grenade grenades. He quickly climbed to a location not far from Lao Yanqiang's machine gun bunker.
"Brother Zhou, give those sandbags in the northeast a shot!" Yang Ling shouted towards Lao Yanqiang.
Lao Yanqiang didn't see where Yang Ling was, and he didn't know why Yang Ling asked him to hit the sandbag, but he still subconsciously turned the muzzle of his gun and aimed at the sandbag over there and fired a bunch of bullets.
The machine gun bullets crackled the sandbags, and the flying sand hit the Japanese soldier's face, grinning in pain.
"They found them." After the old smoker finished all the magazines, the sergeant spoke first.
As precision shooters, they always like to hide in the dark and shoot their opponents. If their position is exposed, they will naturally and subconsciously move to another place. Yang Ling is waiting for this opportunity.
The sergeant and the Japanese veteran all grabbed their guns and quickly moved their positions.
Yang Ling raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and pulled the trigger at the wretched figure. The bullet penetrated the neck of a Japanese veteran, spurting out bright red blood, and then his body fell to the ground.
Yang Ling did not stop, quickly pulled the bolt of the gun, and fired another shot. Another Japanese veteran was hit in the shoulder, and then rolled over with his arms covered. The third shot hit the Japanese who was rolling on the ground. The Japanese twitched twice.
There was no movement.
The Japanese machine gunner did not give Yang Ling a chance to fire a fourth shot, and turned his gun and fired in Yang Ling's direction, forcing Yang Ling to dodge in a panic, otherwise he would be beaten to pieces.