A "bang" gunshot started the Japanese team's march to hell.
The leader of the Japanese army, carrying a sun flag, fell straight to the ground.
All the Japanese soldiers lay down skillfully on the spot and fired at the location where the gunshots were heard.
Quickly determine the direction of the enemy through the wounds on the sergeant's body. Although it cannot guarantee that the attacker will be killed, it will at least make the attacker have some scruples, so that they can better find a bunker. It is famous in the entire Japanese army.
What the elite Kwantung Army showed at the moment it was attacked definitely lived up to its name.
However, they didn't know what kind of enemy they were facing after all. For Mo Mao Mao, the first sharpshooter of the independent regiment who had a 95% hit rate from 400 meters away, such a level of random shooting
It's obviously in vain.
The Japanese's guns hit the tree trunks and leaves more than ten meters away from Mo Mao Mao, but this did not stop Mo Mao Mao from calmly kneeling on the ground, pulling the gun bolt with one hand, raising the gun, aiming, and pulling the trigger.
Trigger, the whole process is smooth and smooth.
Correspondingly, a man lying behind a rock stuck his head out and looked forward. He was about to order a small group of Japanese troops to outflank the sergeant from both sides when a small hole as thick as a finger suddenly appeared in the helmet of the sergeant.
The Japanese army was horrified.
Both sergeants were shot in the head with one shot. No matter how stupid they were at this time, they knew they would encounter the elite squad of the legendary Great Wall Regiment. Only that terrifying enemy who was good at wandering in the mountains could be so precise.
With their excellent marksmanship, the 160 colleagues who were brought back to investigate the whereabouts of the Great Wall Regiment had already proven their formidability.
But fortunately, no matter how terrifying the enemy is, there is only one person.
When Mo Mao Mao fired his third shot and killed the third Japanese soldier, the Japanese army could finally be sure that there was only one terrible enemy.
The rest of the people continued to lie down and look for a more suitable bunker. The two grenade groups quickly crawled behind the seven Chinese women, and the seven tied up were already lifeless. Even the sound of gunshots could not make them move.
The Chinese woman acted as cover and skillfully set up the grenade.
A grenade with a range of up to 500 meters can definitely become a nightmare for any shooter, even if the Chinese sharpshooter's shooting position is an incredible 400 meters away.
Even if the grenade thrown by the grenade cannot kill the opponent, as long as the sharpshooter can be suppressed from firing continuously, the infantry team with 50 troops can divide into two small teams to outflank the opponent from both sides and trap the opponent to death.
This frontal attraction and two-wing attack tactic has been used by Japanese infantry squads for a long time. I don’t know how many Chinese defenders were defeated by their simple but practical tactical attack.
Come to think of it, the Chinese sharpshooter will be no exception.
Unfortunately, they still miscalculated.
The Chinese who came to attack were not one, but three.
Mo Mao Mao was responsible for the frontal blockade, while the two flankers were Liu Lang and Chen Yunfa.
Two of China's most terrifying individual soldiers, one on the left and one on the right, jumped out from the hillsides on both sides. In the horrified eyes of the Japanese army, they ran straight into the Japanese army's ranks.
Mo Mao Mao was not firing, but his cold eyes were scanning the Japanese troops through the scope.
His combat mission today was actually not to kill people. His three shots were just to keep these Japanese troops in this relatively open valley.
The task of killing was handed over to the fat commander and Chen Yunfa, who were already so angry that they almost went "crazy". They had no intention of using firearms from the beginning.
Only by drying the blood of the Japanese with his own hands could Liu Lang's anger be extinguished a little.
Mo Mao Mao, who has little ability in individual combat, can only be responsible for the "humiliation" of being on guard. He will only shoot if there is a gun-wielding devil who threatens the two of them.
Liu Lang carried nothing except a three-edged military thorn in his hand. Any modern firearms might alleviate the pain of the Japanese before entering hell.
Liu Lang wanted each of them to slowly bleed all the blood from their bodies. It would not work if they died too quickly.
The position Liu Lang crashed into was exactly where two grenade teams of six Japanese soldiers had just set up their grenade launchers and were calculating the shooting angle and position.
Seeing Liu Lang, who was wearing a different khaki uniform than the Japanese army and had a huge body and a murderous look on his face, running down the hillside with murderous intent, the expressionless expressions of the seven Chinese women finally changed a little.
Even if they were just ignorant village women, the sudden gunfire and the panic of the Japanese army made them understand that someone was attacking those inhumane Japanese beasts.
And the fat man who ran from ten meters away with a sharp weapon was of course the one who came to avenge them.
"Kill, kill those beasts. Kill them all." Mi Chi's lifeless face became more alive for the first time, and she screamed almost madly.
Yes, although it is crazy, it is an emotion that only humans have after all.
Yes, when she saw her 4-year-old brother being hung up in a tree cruelly and laughing by the Japanese army, with the delicate and frail little body twisting in pain and then returning to peace, Mi Chi's heart was completely broken.
died.
Her heart died on that peaceful afternoon, when the family was happily filling their stomachs with wild vegetables and cornmeal steamed buns in the small courtyard.
All the good things in her life were destroyed after the arrival of the Japanese.
Apart from her, the other nine members of Mijiayu Village's big family, including grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts, cousins, elder brothers and younger brothers, were all hung from the trees they planted with their own hands.
Until she was tied up and pushed away by the Japanese, their bodies were still hanging like dense bead curtains on the boudoir door.
From that moment on, Mickey was heartbroken.
When Liu Lang hit his knee, he knocked the first Japanese soldier who stood up in panic and wanted to get a gun away for several meters. Then he thrust his hand forward and inserted the three-edged military thorn directly into the mouth of one of the Japanese soldiers, and then pulled it out.
....
The Japanese man fell on his back, his mouth wide open which could no longer be closed, and blood spurted out like a fountain to a height of more than one meter.
Mi Chi, who was only three or four meters away from them, had several drops on her face.
The eldest daughter of the Mi family who had never even killed a chicken didn't mind it being dirty. She even stuck out her tongue and licked the blood of the Japanese that splashed around her mouth. She suddenly laughed miserably, "Haha, good kill, Japanese blood."
, very sweet.”
The shrill laughter made Liu Lang, whose heart was as hard as iron, couldn't help but shudder in his heart.
A Chinese woman who takes the initiative to taste the blood of the Japanese must hate them in her heart?
However, Liu Lang's men were merciless. Six unarmed Japanese soldiers were no more difficult than killing six chickens for him, who was full of murderous intent and unleashed all the combat power in the world.
Compared with the Songhu battlefield a year ago, Liu Lang, who had fully mastered the use of his body at this time, was no longer comparable to that of the previous life. Compared with his previous life, he weighed a full 50 kilograms, although he could not compare with him in agility.
The peak moment in his previous life was definitely at the level of Black Lieutenant Tyson. In terms of strength, perhaps because of his talent, Liu Lang's power at this time was actually a level higher than the peak in his previous life.
If the previous boxing champion Tyson punched out 800 pounds of power for comparison, Liu Lang once punched 1,000 pounds of exaggerated punching power to kill Tyson in an instant at his peak.
As for now, watching Liu Lang throw the triangular military thorn with his left hand, stabbing a Japanese soldier who was charging fiercely, he was heartbroken. At the same time, his right fist, which was about the same size as a bowl, smashed horizontally, directly hitting a Japanese soldier wearing a 90-style steel helmet.
The Japanese soldier smashed his helmet and head together, and you knew that that punch was definitely far more than 1,000 pounds.
Liu Lang, who was going crazy, was so fierce and brave.
PS: Let’s kill, let’s kill, for the suffering ancestors. In this chapter, Feng Yue must weakly ask for subscriptions, rewards, and monthly tickets. Without this during the closed promotion period, the tears in Feng Yue’s eyes can’t do it. Can you just turn a blind eye?
Looking at Fengyue and crying? No way!
Ahem, I still want to recommend a book by a friend, "Dark War" by Tintin and the cat master, spy war dramas, you know, I heard that there is already a quarrel among the old cat masters because of how many female protagonists there are.
It has turned the world upside down, and as a person as pure as me, I cannot bear to look at it.