Although after two or three hours of fierce fighting in the city, the Japanese army also found that because their military ranks and command knives were exposed, a large number of low-level officers were specially taken care of by the Chinese army and shot dead. They specifically ordered officers and soldiers to remove their military ranks and were not allowed to carry command knives into the war zone.
It is even more impossible to use the white gloves specially designed for showing off.
The Japanese lieutenants, who were frightened by the deaths of a large number of their colleagues, not only carried out the military orders from the top very thoroughly, they even did not use the "bastard box" reserved for lieutenant-level officers, and all served the same 38 as the big-headed soldiers.
Big cover.
This naturally greatly reduces the risk of being shot down by the cold-blooded Chinese army ambushing in every corner. However, it also leads to chaos in the Japanese army's grassroots command system. In addition to their own soldiers, the Japanese officers who have no military rank as a Peugeot
Don't even think about commanding the soldiers of other squadrons or groups.
Of course, the Chinese and Japanese armies are actually similar in this regard. On such a battlefield, everyone from officers to soldiers hopes that they will be as inconspicuous as possible.
Zhao Zilong, a white horse with a silver spear, and Lu Bu, a fierce red horse with a red robe, had no chance to show off their martial arts skills that could crush everyone. Instead, they were beaten into a hornet's nest in minutes.
But Yang Xiaoshan was certain that the leader of the dozen or so Japanese soldiers was an officer. Although his clothes and equipment were exactly the same as those of other Japanese soldiers, and he occupied the position of a cannon fodder-level soldier, there was no reason, it was just intuition.
Yes, intuition. The teacher who only taught him the art of sniping for two hours told him that on the battlefield, what can save your life or kill the enemy is your comrades, the second is the gun in your hand, and the third is your intuition.
Believing in yourself is the first and most important step in growing as a warrior.
Trust his instincts, hold the target tight for five seconds, and wait 0.1 seconds after a burst of gunfire. Yang Xiaoshan suddenly pulls the trigger, because in this 0.5 second period, he only has one chance to shoot.
Otherwise, the position he finally found, no, in the teacher's words, was a sniper point. The Japanese army would have discovered it because the sound of gunfire was not covered up. It was not only a question of having to find a sniper point again, but also whether he could save his life.
question. Although the Japanese army's marksmanship was terrible, their grenade launchers were equally accurate.
However, at a distance of 60 meters, he might not have time to leave before he would be blown to pieces by wildly thrown grenades.
The distance of 60 meters is actually not that far. Generally, trained soldiers can hit targets that are not too small, such as the human body. However, Japanese military officers do not walk arrogantly on the street, but are extremely careful while walking.
, using the hidden objects on the street to cover possible threats. Yang Xiaoshan took advantage of the short period of less than 1 second between him going from one hidden object to another, and he had to wait until the sound of gunfire to cover his gun.
Sound, that would be difficult.
Yang Xiaoshan's marksmanship was obviously good. The target was hit and fell. A dozen Japanese soldiers panicked. Four or five Japanese soldiers hid behind the cover and fired in several possible directions. Two soldiers hid in the cover.
After that, he stretched out his hand and tried to pull back the Japanese soldier who was lying in a pool of blood.
Obviously, Yang Xiaoshan's judgment was correct. The Japanese soldier was very important to them. He was at least a second lieutenant.
In fact, Yang Xiaoshan was still wrong. What he hit was not a second lieutenant, but a lieutenant.
Miyazaki Hide was crying as he lay in a pool of blood, with tears and runny noses. He only knew that the muzzle of the gun was scary, but he didn't know that it would hurt like this. It hurt so much that he was heartbroken.
"Damn it! Are Chinese people blind?" In fact, Miyazaki Hidemi's tears also contained a side of grievance.
As a lieutenant-level infantry squadron leader, Hidemi Miyazaki is definitely one of the best among his classmates at the Infantry Officer School. Most of his classmates are still second lieutenants. Even if there are some outstanding ones, they are just lieutenants.
Deputy, but he actually serves as the captain of the infantry squadron and the chief officer of the front line at the level of lieutenant.
Of course, this is not only due to the excellence of Lieutenant Miyazaki, but also the noble family behind him. The family specially chose for him to serve in the "Strongest Division on the Surface" of the Imperial Army. He can have both
His military exploits are safe enough. After this battle, he can be promoted to captain of the army. After another two years, he will be promoted to major. With his military exploits and experience as a chief officer in the front-line troops, he will not need to be transferred back to the staff headquarters.
After five years, you can be promoted to the rank of colonel, and then you can lead the troops to the expedition, and then you can be promoted to the rank of major general.
It can be said that the entire road to promotion has been laid out for him by his family a long time ago. He just needs to continue on according to the family's arrangements. If nothing else happens, he will become a general seven to eight years earlier than his classmates.
It is not impossible to become an army general who can lead a front army in the future.
What is unfair? People are unfair when they are born. Otherwise, why do you big-headed soldiers call "black skin and bright red blood"? That is what you fished at the beach and went to the mountains to chop wood and dry it. Nobles like me are not black.
That's because of the glory of our ancestors. Hidemi Miyazaki has used this reason more than once to attack those country bumpkins who disdain his position.
However, the accident happened, and it was so unfair. He was just thinking about his squadron's temporary headquarters arranging the next round of combat missions, but he was shot like this. Damn the Chinese, he had obviously already fought with himself
The group of big-headed soldiers under his command were all dressed up in the same way. He didn't even bring his favorite white gloves or the family heirloom sword that his family gave him before leaving, and he also specifically chose the leader to belong to the exclusive position of the big-headed soldiers. Why?
Just target him? That's not fair.
Fortunately, the Chinese man's marksmanship was not very accurate and he did not hit the vital part of the heart. Out of instinct, Miyazaki Hidemi felt that he still needed to be rescued.
He can't die here, he still has a bright future that has been laid out long ago.
His cries and curses made his subordinates' faces turn pale.
60 meters away.
On the roof of a two-story building that was almost completely destroyed by the bombing, only the skeleton and a few broken houses were left. The ruins composed of rubble and beams were still smoking, perhaps because they were not completely burned.
If you don't observe carefully from a distance of ten meters, it would be difficult to find out that the burst of green smoke that just rose was not caused by burning wood, but the gunpowder smoke after the ammunition was fired.
Under the ruins, there was a black muzzle sticking out. Looking inside, there was a small triangular space that could not be any smaller and could only hide one person at most. There was a man covered in ashes with a helmet on his head.
A hat was made of tattered strips of cloth, and underneath the hat lay a man with a face covered in black and gray.
If it weren't for the pair of eyes that looked dark against the whites of the eyes and moved with the movement of the gun sight, you would definitely think it was a corpse.
No one would think that a living person would put himself in a pile of unburned ashes. If the fire continued to burn, he would be roasted alive, just like roasted sweet potatoes in the fire pit.
But Yang Xiaoshan just did this. The more dangerous the place, the safer it is. This is what his teacher taught him, because his teacher was still alive in the most dangerous place before he left.
Gotta be good.
Moreover, he was still smiling, a cold smile.
It's not because he hasn't been roasted yet, but because the Japanese have taken the bait.
Listening to the miserable howls and roars coming from the Japanese army 60 meters away, although he could not understand them, Yang Xiaoshan showed a cruel sneer on his lips.
As the instigator, of course he knew that the Japanese second lieutenant was not dead yet, because he shot the target's right chest and not the left chest with the heart. The distance of 60 meters was not enough to make the round bullet of the Chinese formal rifle roll.
A cavity is formed, and the warhead will penetrate the lungs and penetrate the back. If treated properly, the Japanese officer has a 40% chance of surviving.
Yes, the Japanese officer was just a bait. Yang Xiaoshan's purpose was to use this injured Japanese officer as a bait to kill all ten Japanese soldiers here. This move was made by him and the so-called independent regiment four hours ago.
The top three marksmen learned from Zeng Shui's teacher.
He witnessed with his own eyes that the teacher used a Japanese captain as a bait 300 meters away and killed eighteen Japanese soldiers in a row before the Japanese soldiers gave up rescue efforts.
In the end, the Japanese captain whose limbs were broken by bullets bled to death in the middle of the street. He was surrounded by Japanese corpses, and more than an infantry squad of Japanese soldiers buried him with him. It was also from that time that people entered
Japanese officers in the war zone no longer dare to wear military rank badges.
Yang Xiaoshan knew that he didn't have the teacher's magical super rifle that could fire ten shots in a row without pulling the bolt, nor did he have the teacher's shooting skills that pointed where to hit, but he could still use the tricks.
Now, the group of Japanese soldiers also dare not give up their surviving commander easily, instead of being like a group of frightened birds, huddled motionless in the street corner.
The Japanese soldier lying on the ground wailed loudly because of the severe pain, accompanied by angry scoldings. Obviously, although the shot made him lose the ability to move, the Japanese soldier was still strong, and at least he still had the energy to curse.
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Yang Xiaoshan gently licked his lips that were dry due to nervousness and excitement, or the heat of the unburned ashes, and the sight of his formal rifle was set around the space surrounding the target lying on the ground.
The gunshots in the surrounding areas seemed to have become much denser, and fierce battles continued to occur from time to time. There were familiar cries of pain with a Sichuan accent, and there were also screams of "wah, wah, wah," from the Japanese, but none of these seemed to affect Yang Xiaoshan.
, his eyes were fixed on the crosshair.
Sure enough, within a minute, the Japanese soldier who was closest to him tried to use his arms to hold his commander's feet and pull him back behind the cover. He found that it was useless. If he wanted to save his commander, he could only lean out, and
It's the entire upper body.
Or, he had a rope in his hand, and like a man tying a horse on the grassland, he tied his officer's big foot and pulled it back.
Obviously, he didn't. Even if he did, the Japanese soldier on the ground cursed him so hard that he had to make a choice in the shortest possible time.
Besides, there may not be any cold shooters now! Maybe the cold gunmen in China would have fled long after they fired.
The power from the commander made the Japanese soldier finally succumb to the fear of death, or in other words, it was a bit of luck. Even he was careful enough, crawling down from behind the cover towards the commander who was about 1.5 meters away.
Finally, he touched the officer's big feet wearing cowhide boots.
Miyazaki Hidemi was still crying, but this time it was not because of the severe pain in his chest, nor the grievance that his bright future was about to come to nothing, but happiness.
The great happiness of being about to escape, receive treatment, and continue to live is completely incomparable to the feeling of touching Xiuzi's smooth little feet on the wedding night, although it was his feet that were being touched by another person at the moment.
The man was holding a pair of heavy and thick cowhide boots.
The Japanese Army Lieutenant was no longer completely sure that his sexual orientation was completely correct.
However, there is absolutely no denying the great happiness that arises from having one of his feet caressed by another man's extremely rough palms.
It is estimated that even if he were asked to marry this "boy" who touched his stinky feet when he returned home, the poor Japanese Army Lieutenant would be willing to do so!
No, it should be 10,000% willing.
After all, that's how you can live. Even if you are raped, what are you afraid of?