"You stupid little devil!" A soldier hiding on the street closest to the veteran couldn't bear it anymore. He turned his head and roared into the house: "Pockmarked face, take care of my mother!"
Without waiting for the soldiers in the room to react, he roared again, stepped violently along the street, and threw himself four meters away. This time, he did not crawl forward, as Erdan's still lying body proved.
, that method is useless, time is what he needs most.
Perhaps, he was fast enough and could escape from danger as long as he rushed to the old squad leader and rolled him to the corner of the street.
From the time he jumped into the air to the time he fell, it only took one second. Maybe the Japanese snipers were not that accurate in shooting! The soldiers could only bet, or not bet. The squad leader could only be shot to death by the Japanese gunners one after another.
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However, this time what he puts on the gambling table is his own life.
He lost the bet. Kazuki Matsumoto is one of the best snipers on this battlefield, including the soldiers of the Special Forces Group of the Independent Regiment. Not many people can guarantee that they can hit a moving target within 400 meters, but those with a 4x scope
Kazuki Matsumoto has this confidence.
One second was enough for him to aim at the target, pull the trigger, shoot the bullet and hit the target.
After the gunshot "Bang!", the soldiers leaping in the air fell like birds with broken wings.
His body fell on the left side of the veteran, and blood spurted out like a column. From his neck, Matsumoto Kazuki accurately shot his neck. The 6.5mm bullet penetrated the soft neck and broke it at the same time.
Carotid artery, massive blood loss, would have killed this soldier within 30 seconds.
No one can save him, even 80 years later, if he cannot stop the bleeding quickly, he will definitely die, let alone on such a battlefield.
"Heipi, you are a piece of shit!" the old soldier roared with eyes wide open, although his voice was already weak.
"Squad leader, I'm sorry, I can't save you!" The soldier who felt the rapid passage of life responded in an indistinct voice with blood spraying from his mouth.
The terrifying rate of blood loss quickly caused the soldier's face to turn sallow and pale. However, he still squirmed hard toward his squad leader until his arms covered the veteran's chest, and he fell completely silent.
Before he died, he used half of his body to cover half of the veteran's body. That was to use his body to make a bunker for his comrades.
The bodies of the soldier and the veteran were intertwined, with blood flowing freely. Tears flowed freely on the veteran's face, soaking the bluestone street under his head.
"Black skin!" Another soldier in the room burst out with a long and shrill howl!
How could the soldier not be sad? With the death of this soldier, the entire infantry squad, the only remaining original soldiers were the squad leader and him who were still lying in the middle of the street, and Yang Xiaoshan who was dozens of meters away. You know, two days ago,
When they arrived in Songjiang, the infantry squad had a full strength of 12 people. Only two days later, there were only three people left, and one of them was still alive or dead.
Yang Xiaoshan's eyes were already red and blood-red.
He didn't know if it was because the comrades he had been with day and night were stained red by the gushing blood. He had never wanted to kill as much as he did now, killing the Japanese opposite him.
He has found the approximate location of the Japanese sniper, which should be in the area 350 to 400 meters away from him. There are four suspicious locations in total. He knows that he only has one chance to fire. If he fails to shoot accurately, not only will he be
If he dies, all the comrades here will die, including the old squad leader.
If the prey is hunted, the bait will naturally lose its effectiveness.
Watching another prey being lured out of a hiding place and killed by him with one successful shot, Kazuki Matsumoto's eyes showed satisfaction. At the same time, Kazuki Matsumoto pointed the muzzle of his gun in the other direction of the street. He had already had a premonition.
By now, the Chinese sniper is already like a wild boar that has lost all reason and is about to appear.
As long as the Chinese sniper fires, the smoke and muzzle flames will expose his target, and he will quickly lock on the target and fatally shoot the enemy opposite, which can be regarded as a small compensation for the previous failure.
As for avenging his colleagues, Kazuki Matsumoto no longer cares that much. A sniper who cannot survive on the battlefield is not qualified to be a member of the special attack team and will be eliminated sooner or later.
Kazuki Matsumoto's hunch was correct.
Yang Xiaoshan's hand has already touched the trigger, facing an extremely vague and uncertain target direction. Although he knows that the possibility of killing his opponent will be less than 10%, he must do so, otherwise, there will be another
More comrades died. Died before his eyes.
If he is destined to die on this battlefield, then let him die in front! Yang Xiaoshan's blood-red eyes have become more determined.
Just when Yang Xiaoshan was about to pull the trigger, a hand gently pressed his shoulder, and Yang Xiaoshan's whole body suddenly tensed up.
According to what his instructor had taught him, he set up booby traps composed of thin wires and grenades ten meters around his sniper point. Who could cross the defense line silently and sneak into his place silently?
What about the sniper spot without him being aware of it?
At the moment when Yang Xiaoshan was gathering all his strength and was about to launch his strongest counterattack.
"It's me!" came a cold voice.
"Instructor!" Yang Xiaoshan relaxed all over, put down all his guard, and turned to look behind him.
The soldier lying behind him, wearing a strange-colored camouflage uniform and with strange black stripes on his face, wasn't that Zeng Shui?
"Instructor, save my squad leader! He is being targeted by a Japanese sniper." Yang Xiaoshan begged with a crying voice.
"Do you know that if you had fired just now, your chance of surviving would not be greater than one percent." Zeng Shui did not directly answer Yang Xiaoshan's request, his face as cold as a piece of pig iron.
"I know, but I can't just watch the Japanese kill my comrades one after another." The tears that had not been shed in Yang Xiaoshan's eyes finally burst out.
"But, even if you die, they will die too. Without you as a threat, the Japanese snipers will continue to use your squad leader as bait, killing everyone here without any scruples and easily." Zeng Shui's eyes.
Flashing anger. "If your emotions are so easily swayed by external forces, you will never become a qualified sniper in this life."
Then there must be some disappointment! Yang Xiaoshan knows.
But he still stubbornly faced the anger of the instructor whom he admired so much, "I'm sorry, instructor, I know I have failed you in your hopes for me, but I will never be able to ignore the life and death of my comrades and look at them indifferently in this life."
Watch them die one by one, and then find the enemy's weakness and kill them, although I know that is the responsibility of a sniper.
I am a sniper, but I am more of a warrior. I need comrades, not a machine waiting alone to kill. I know that the Japanese sniper used the squad leader as bait to set up this trap, not to kill the black skins and the others, but to kill them.
Me, he can only be satisfied if he kills me, an enemy he thinks is important enough. So, if sacrifice is really necessary, then let me do it! Let my blood flow in front of them, and use my life to tell them to retreat.
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Once Shui didn't speak, his eyes were unpredictable and unreadable.
How similar was this recruit to him? Wasn't that what he used to think?
As a sniper, should he be a killing machine that is calm and even cold enough to disregard the lives of all his comrades? Or, as this newcomer said, he is a soldier and he needs his comrades, not just for the sake of killing.
Kill the enemy. Once upon a time, Shui was extremely hesitant.
Regarding this point, the all-powerful Liu Tuanzuo just told him to follow his heart and become the kind of person he imagined. No matter which path he chooses, as long as he has the country and nation in his heart.
Therefore, Zeng Shui listened to Lang Tuan Zuo’s advice and grew up step by step until now.
Faced with recruit Yang Xiaoshan's stubbornness, Zeng Shui's eyes showed approval, and he threw a telescope to him, "Dry your cat urine, go away and be my observer, you are still like a boring gourd on a dog's morning."
, now the truth is so damn good for me."
"Where is the Japs sniper you are observing?" Before Yang Xiaoshan could speak, Zeng Shui stretched out his semi-automatic sniper rifle from the hiding spot, put his eyes on the scope, and asked softly.
With the help of the telescope, Yang Xiaoshan's vision became much clearer, and he quickly told Zeng Shui one by one the four possible locations of the Japanese snipers he had observed.
"This Japs is a master!" Zeng Shui said as he quietly pointed the muzzle at the attic 380 meters away, and said with a cold expression: "The third position 380 meters away. It's a pity that his camouflage skills are still there.
Not home."
"It was not blown up by mountain cannons and howitzers, but a grenade was thrown. According to the charge of the Japanese melon grenade, one-third of the attic should have been destroyed, instead of more than half being damaged like it is now.
." Zeng Shui taught Yang Xiaoshan while searching for the shadow of Japanese snipers in the abandoned attic with a scope.
Yang Xiaoshan could only be stunned. He was the last candidate for that position. If it was like instructor Zeng said, then his chance of survival would be completely zero.
Moreover, how did he know that the attic was bombed by a grenade and not by an artillery shell?
Of course, Zeng Shui didn't have time to tell him at this time. There was a kind of person who was called an environmental memory genius. He could remember the environment seven or eight times after seeing it once. If the environment changed, he would quickly distinguish it and find it.
Lurking enemies.
And he is such a genius. In Langdanzao's words, the two brothers Zeng Shui, who can remember the environment, and Zeng Tu, who can track the trajectory, are the two weirdos of Qinglong Mountain, so weird that even he is a little envious.
Because the terrain of this attic is high, it happened to be observed with a scope after the Japanese shelling. One-third of the collapse has now become much larger. It is obvious that it is due to human factors.
It is not unfair to meet such a super sniper, Kazuki Matsumoto.
Of course, finding the location does not mean that water can kill Kazuki Matsumoto with one shot. The attic is very large and the human body is very small. Which corner he is hiding in, whether there is a fortification in front of him that can block bullets, and whether the shooting range is enough are all factors.
The factors that determine life and death.
If Zhao Ergou was here and had a mortar, he could easily send Kazuki Matsumoto to the west.
Unfortunately, this place is destined to be a battlefield for sniper duels.
The only thing that determines life or death is the gun in your hand.