In a dark warehouse filled with debris, fifty-five brothers from the Flame Special Warfare Brigade and twenty outstanding shooters from each company have gathered here.
The officers and soldiers of the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade, as the vanguard, have been walking in front of the larger troops to spy on the enemy and are responsible for clearing out some Japanese patrols.
When the main guerrilla battalion under the general army entered the battlefield, their small number of elites withdrew, preparing to infiltrate behind enemy lines to wreak havoc after resting. This was their strength.
But now they have been waiting here for a long time, and no order has been passed down. Instead, more than 20 elite shooters from each company have been added, which makes them confused.
Although no orders were passed down, the officers and soldiers of the Flame Special Warfare Brigade remained as calm as water, without any anxiety.
Years of fighting have enabled this group of veterans to remain calm and quiet under any circumstances. While waiting for orders, they were eating to replenish their strength, and some were closing their eyes to recharge their batteries.
This group of veterans of the Flame Special Operations Brigade were like strangers who did not know each other. They exuded a cold aura and remained silent, which made the warehouse piled with debris seem particularly depressing.
"Hey, why do you think the sir asked us to come here?"
Sniper Zhang Hai seemed extremely uncomfortable in this dull and depressing atmosphere. After looking around for a while, he pushed his brother Wu Hao, who had followed him, with his elbow.
They had just received orders to perform a special mission, and then they were separated from their own company and taken to this dark warehouse.
When they came to this warehouse, the officers and soldiers of the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade were already here. They just glanced at them calmly and then went about their own business, treating them as nothing.
As new recruits, Zhang Hai and the others were curious and in awe of the Flame Special Forces, which had always been invisible. They also found a corner to sit down and secretly looked at them.
However, after such a long time, people came in one after another, but these special forces officers and soldiers remained silent, making Zhang Hai and the others even more curious.
"You ask me, I'll ask who to go with." Wu Hao held his carefully selected 38-meter rifle and gave Zhang Hai a roll of his eyes.
Although the two of them were recent recruits, they were from Orion backgrounds, so their marksmanship was good and they became the snipers of the company.
Their infantry company originally had two sniper teams, but half of them were deployed this time. They were deployed to perform a special mission.
Now that he had been waiting here in confusion for so long, but there was no movement, Zhang Hai could no longer hold his breath. He didn't know how his brothers in the company were fighting the Japanese, and now the gunshots were also taunting.
Wu Hao was also full of doubts now. He wanted to ask the officers and soldiers of the special operations team who were full of murderous aura, but he was discouraged several times because the cold appearance of the other party was really difficult to approach.
"Why don't you go ask them?" Wu Hao looked at Zhang Hai who was about to sit back, mouthed to the officers and soldiers of the special forces not far away, and encouraged him to ask.
"Why don't you go?"
Zhang Hai shrank his neck when he saw those special forces brothers who looked like ice for thousands of years.
"Why, you don't dare?" Seeing Zhang Hai shrinking his neck, Wu Hao smiled, holding the gun and leaning against the wall again, but he still stared at Zhang Hai from the corner of his eye, waiting for his reaction.
Zhang Hai was so provoked by Wu Hao that he blurted out: "Whoever said I dare not, just ask..."
But as soon as he said the words, he regretted it. He half-rised and sat back down, cursing in his heart. He was almost fooled. He grinned at Wu Hao and said, "You can ask me if you want. I'll capture you."
Let me play with the short gun for a few days."
Zhang Hai is not stupid either. He is thinking about the Japs' short rifle that Wu Hao captured.
What Wu Hao seized was a Japs officer's southern pistol, which was not a rare item for officers. After all, this pistol had a high failure rate, and even suicide was difficult to guarantee, so it was abandoned by many Chinese military officers.
But it was different for Wu Hao and Zhang Hai, who were new recruits in occupied areas. They did not have the ability to obtain a rifle that could fire twenty rounds of ammunition at a time like officers.
So it would be nice to get a Japs pistol. After all, it is small and easy to carry. For snipers like them who fight alone, it is the best self-defense weapon if they are approached by the enemy.
Wu Hao had killed a Japanese officer in a previous battle and took such a gun from his body. He treated it like a treasure, which made Zhang Hai jealous.
Yang Ling's regulations on the seizure of brothers are very relaxed. Except for some common ammunition and weapons and supplies that are handed over for unified deployment, the rest of the seizures belong to whoever seizes them.
Yang Ling also did this to mobilize the enthusiasm of his brothers to fight, so the Nanfang pistol captured by Wu Hao became his trophy.
Now Wu Hao saw that Zhang Hai was paying attention to his trophy, and he immediately laughed and cursed: "I didn't see it, when did you, kid, set your sights on my short gun?"
Zhang Hai also smiled: "It's not a rare thing. Let me play with it for two days and pay you back."
"Okay, as long as you dare to go and ask, I will let you play for two days." Wu Hao immediately changed the topic and said: "But I have agreed, I just lent it to you for fun, and you must return it to me."
"I know." Zhang Hai said, reaching out to pick up the Nanfang pistol from Wu Hao's waist with a smile on his face.
After the transaction was completed, Zhang Hai played with the exquisite little pistol, his face smiling like a flower, and he was satisfied.
"Go and ask, sir, why did you ask us to come here? We can't just waste our time here." Wu Hao urged Zhang Hai.
Zhang Hai then tied the holster of the pistol around his waist and walked towards the resting place of the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade. His target was a middle-aged veteran who was chewing steamed buns.
The veteran was hiding in a dark corner like a ghost, separated from the rest of the officers and soldiers of the Flame Special Forces, and seemed a little lonely, like a twilight old man.
The veteran heard the sound of soft footsteps and saw Zhang Hai walking towards him. He raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued to wipe his rifle.
The veteran is a sniper. Compared to other sniper teams that are equipped with two snipers, the veteran is unexpectedly acting alone and is out of tune with the others.
"Brother, my name is Zhang Hai, what do you call me?"
Zhang Hai walked to sit next to the veteran and asked with a familiar look. Although his voice was lowered, it still seemed a bit abrupt in the silent warehouse.
Silent, the veteran didn't even look at Zhang Hai, and continued to clean his rifle. It was a 38-type rifle selected from many 38-type rifles. It has the best performance and is used as a substitute for sniper rifles.
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Yang Ling and the others are really too poor, and now they have nothing. Let alone the German Mauser 98k sniper rifles and Mosin Nagant sniper rifles, they can't even get the Japanese 97 modified sniper rifles with scopes.
Because the proportion of snipers in the Japanese army is also very small, the reason is also very simple, that is, there is no need, the regular troops can crush the Chinese army, so snipers are unnecessary.
Generally, the old Japs in the army can temporarily act as snipers with their 38 rifles. After all, the Chinese army is too weak and the Japs did not go all out.