Chapter 333: If you sing badly, you will be beaten (11th at the end of the month)
Mo Mao Mao slowly aimed his eyes at the scope again, and at the same time, he breathed calmly.
What appeared in the scope was the headquarters of the Eighth Artillery Regiment 800 meters away.
Twenty minutes later, the figure of the Japanese colonel appeared in the scope, and the crosshair was already aligned with his head. As long as Mo Xiaomao pulled the trigger, the Japanese colonel's head would suddenly explode like a watermelon.
In the chamber of Mo Xiaomao's gun was a cross-engraved bullet made by Professor Liu Lang, a "Dummy bullet" strictly prohibited by the Geneva Convention.
It's a pity that in Liu Lang's dictionary, there is no so-called "international convention". When the Japanese invaders massacred the Chinese people, where was the international? Naturally, the two armies fought with the goal of final victory, let alone achieving victory.
Mu bombs, if Liu Lang had atomic bombs in his hands, he would definitely drop a few on the Japanese mainland without hesitation.
You know, at this time in Japan, even children as young as seven or eight were collecting resources to make final preparations for their full-scale invasion of China a few years later.
But Mo Maomao still didn't shoot, he was waiting.
Waiting for the Japanese cannon fire.
"Hey, order Yamada-kun and the others to fire. Maybe it won't be long before we can leave here." Zhongsheng Inoue looked at the scorched mountains in the distance and ordered in a very happy mood.
This round of shelling only continued to destroy the few remaining fortifications on the Chinese garrison positions. In fact, in the past few days, all the Chinese fortifications had been destroyed, but the stubborn Chinese would always work hard to build a few more at night.
A firepower point that can threaten the lives of Imperial soldiers.
However, their capabilities only stop there. The heavy artillery brigade and the artillery regiment under his command did not give them the chance to build stronger fortifications. Even the 75MM mountain cannon can easily destroy the fortifications they have built now.
Nakasei Inoue has received an order. Since the top commander of the Chinese side is about to die, the division will launch a general offensive in the afternoon. Perhaps by evening they will be able to break through the Chinese positions, and he will also leave here and enter the hinterland of northern China.
When he thought of this, a fire rose up in the lower abdomen of Zhongsheng Inoue. The damn Chinese have made him stay in this wilderness for more than ten days. The desire of a strong adult man has been suppressed for too long. The flower girl in China,
There should be a lot of them on the other side of the Great Wall!
A ferocious lust flashed across the corner of Zhongsheng Inoue's mouth.
He did not know that the order he gave to fire the artillery was to ring his death knell. This was also the last order given by Colonel Inoue in his life.
Although Mo Mao Mao didn't know what the Japanese commander in the scope was enjoying, and he was laughing so disgustingly, this did not prevent him from pulling the trigger when he heard the "rumble" of the artillery.
"Bang!" The crisp gunfire of the Mosingana rifle was completely drowned in the rumbling sound of the cannon, just like the song of birds in the tide.
In the eyes of the guards around Colonel Inoue of the 8th Regiment, it seemed as if a flower had bloomed on Colonel Inoue's head, a blood-colored flower. The cross-engraved Mosingana 7.62mm bullet touched the Colonel's hard skull.
The warhead deformed and cracked in an instant, and the suddenly increased stress surface turned into an irregular metal block due to the huge kinetic energy, completely destroying half of the colonel's head. From a distance, it looked like a gorgeous flower, gorgeous
The red color has white spots, which is very beautiful.
Only the Japanese soldiers who were nearby knew how terrifying it was that the colonel was still standing upright when his head was suddenly blown to bits.
A Japanese staff officer who was too close and had a mouthful of brains splattered in his mouth stood there for a few seconds before he realized what was in his mouth. He vomited on the spot and did not even try to rescue his commander.
"Enemy attack." The Eighth Regiment headquarters suddenly became a mess.
Several Japanese officers immediately pounced on the regimental commander who was still standing upright with only half his head left. This is also a characteristic of the Japanese army. Even if the commander is dead, they must protect the commander's body from being taken away.
Mo Xiaomao did not retreat after firing the gun. Instead, he quickly pulled the bolt of the gun and quickly loaded the second bullet. The smoke produced by the Mosingana rifle was very small, and the Japanese were still hundreds of meters away, so they could not notice it at all.
The faint blue smoke that reached here and the sound of gunfire were also covered up by the sound of artillery. He still had at least three chances to fire.
The sound of artillery still did not stop, and the Japanese artillery had no idea that just ten seconds ago, their commander had died.
Mo Maomao fired the second shot resolutely, and a Japanese major stumbled to the ground, face to face with the corpse of the regiment commander he was supporting. However, the Japanese major was lucky, he died before he became extremely sick.
His life has gone away from him, otherwise, a large amount of vomit would have ended up in the incomplete mouth of the middle-aged colonel, which would have been really unsightly.
Mo Xiaomao fired his fourth shot. The corpses of four officers from the Eighth Artillery Regiment Headquarters, including the commander, woke up an infantry squad in charge. Although there was no gunshot or muzzle flash, the officer
The location where they were shot was enough for these veterans to find the direction of Mo Mao Mao.
A total of fifty Japanese infantrymen came frantically towards the direction where Mo Mao Mao and the two were hiding.
"Big man, it's time for us to leave." Mo Mao Mao put away his gun, moved his muscles and bones comfortably, and said calmly.
At a distance of 800 meters, by the time the Japanese troops arrived, they had already run so far that they couldn't even see their backs.
"Hey, don't worry, you are so happy. I haven't opened the business yet. I have to scare them to death. Otherwise, it will be troublesome to keep chasing them." Chen Yunfa bared his teeth and smiled.
He took out the MG42 machine gun that was covered with dead leaves that had been pressed under his body, carefully set up the tripod, and slowly put the bullets in his backpack on, then squinted and took aim at the skirmishers who were already running 400 meters away.
The Japanese team came over for a line search.
"No technical content." Mo Maomao curled his lips disdainfully.
Chen Yunfa kills people purely by firepower output, how can he compare with him shooting one by one? However, no matter how unconvinced Mo Mao Mao is, he still has to admit that in terms of the number of kills, he can't catch up with him by plane.
By Chen Yunfa.
"Da da da" The power of Hitler's chainsaw was beyond human power. The Japanese squad, bent on revenge, was caught off guard. No matter how imaginative they were, they could not have imagined that the Chinese would move a machine gun to their position.
The frontier fired at them.
Chen Yunfa fired more than 300 rounds of bullets in one breath. What he achieved was that at least fifteen Japanese soldiers fell spinning on their own position. Around them, there were even several cannons roaring.
The searching Japanese team became cowardly. They lay down on the ground and took out their crooked machine guns and fired at Chen Yunfa. Several grenadier soldiers also began to aim at this place and fire grenades.
Chen Yunfa was unwilling to fire nearly a hundred rounds at an artillery team 200 meters away that was still firing at a loss. The Japanese artillerymen were directly hit by the hail of bullets, and more than 20 artillerymen fell in a pool of blood.
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The big man has long been dissatisfied with these guys, especially the Japanese song he sang at night, which is always in the same tune.