Chapter 859 Be as ruthless as winter to little devils
The distance of 500 meters is still a little far for the Japanese infantry hiding behind rocks or under ravines with the 460-meter 38-meter Gai.
Although the eight infantrymen were fighting lively, in fact the bullets they fired were still far away from the sniper position chosen by Zeng Shui.
The real threat to Zeng Shui is the crooked-handled light machine gun. Although the crooked-handled machine gun is a scumbag in terms of weapon design, when it is not malfunctioning, it can actually fire 120 rounds per minute.
The speed and the capacity to load 6 5-round magazines at the same time for a total of 30 bullets. The range of nearly 600 meters is somewhat suppressive. With the rate of fire of two bullets per second, it is purely based on
Meng, it’s quite scary, isn’t it?
But once Shui was not alone, there was a Diao Ye holding a semi-automatic rifle hiding there! Diao Ye's shooting skills are quite difficult, and the distance of 500 meters is really too far for him, and he is not like before
There is a sight like the water. But as the saying goes, "A wise man will make a mistake every time he thinks, and a fool will make a mistake every time he thinks." My marksmanship is not very good, but I can't stand this guy who has been hiding for a long time.
The two of them had communicated before Zeng Shui opened the gun. One was in charge of shooting the grenades, and the other was in charge of the machine gun. It was best if he could kill the machine gun shooter. If he couldn't kill him, he could suppress it. Even if he couldn't suppress it, he could use diversionary firepower.
The worst thing about the crooked machine gun is not that it has many malfunctions, but that its gun mount is too high. If the machine gunner wants to shoot more accurately, he has to raise his upper body. When encountering enemies with slightly inferior firepower
The threat to the machine gunners is not great, but if they encounter an army like the Independent Regiment equipped with MG42 light machine guns, they will know the consequences of using slag weapons.
Although Diaoye does not have an MG42 now, he does have a semi-automatic sniper rifle with an extended barrel and a range of up to 600 meters. "Bang, bang, bang" while the crooked machine gun fired at the direction of the water, the second-rate man also fired at the direction of the water.
The Japanese machine gun shooter, who had been lying on the rock for a long time with his upper body propped up, opened fire.
The shot was not very accurate, but it was very powerful. The trigger was pulled ten times in a row, and all ten bullets were fired almost within ten seconds.
Baga, there is not just one Chinese, but many. Seeing the density of sudden gunshots, the Japanese troops on the opposite side were shocked. They were originally planning to rely on machine guns to suppress the gunmen on the opposite side, snatch back the wounded, and launch an attack in a roundabout way.
. It seems that we need to adjust our tactics.
The idiot's ten rounds of bullets hit the rocks, and sparks flew out. The Japanese machine gunner quickly lowered his head, and the machine gun stopped firing.
Obviously, from the perspective of suppression, it is still very effective.
No, to be precise, it was very effective. The Japanese machine guns were directly misfired.
Zeng Shui was stunned. How accurate was Diao Ye's marksmanship? He swung the scope slightly and saw that the Japanese army was scrambling to drag the machine gun shooter, whose head had drooped, down a stone and hide it behind him.
Damn it, it was so accurate. A burst of gunfire killed the Japanese machine gunner 500 meters away. Although Shui was a little unbelievable at first, it was indeed the case.
In fact, let alone the disbelief in the past, even the Japanese army themselves did not believe it. In the burst of gunfire just now, the nearest bullet was probably five or six meters away from the machine gun shooter! Why did the machine gun shooter lie down without saying a word?
Woolen cloth?
However, there is such a thing as beating a master to death with random punches. Even though the idiot man’s aim was for a long time and he still missed it, he was so lucky! It was the bullet that was five or six meters away from the Japanese machine gun shooter.
The reason for that unfortunate guy's death.
A piece of gravel shattered by the bullet faithfully transferred the kinetic energy of the bullet, spanning a five-meter space at a speed of nearly 100 meters per second, and penetrated the machine gun shooter's cotton hat and penetrated into the temple. It did not require any rolling. From the appearance
There was no trace of blood, but the irregular stones smashed the brain nerves to pieces, and he was so dead that he could no longer die.
If he was wearing a helmet, there wouldn't be much of a problem. Unfortunately, you can wear a helmet anywhere in China, except in the north of China in winter. The low temperature of more than 20 degrees below zero can freeze the helmet to the head.
The Fourth Division transferred from the mainland wisely took off their helmets and put on cotton military caps. It is the kind that people in the future Republic will be familiar with, and the brim of the hat can be pulled down to protect the ears. At first glance, it looks like the one in the past.
They look like tramps, although the little devils also have a strong aura on their wretched faces.
Having lost its main machine gunner, the Japanese machine gun crew of four was immediately replaced by a deputy gunner, who picked up the machine gun again and fired crazily at the location where the gunfire and smoke had just emitted.
At the same time, there were three soldiers on each side in a skirmish formation and leaped towards the two wings with tactical movements. The old Japanese infantry tactics were to provide fire support in the middle and attack the opponent's weak defensive positions from both wings.
The Japanese soldier who was still carrying a grenade and whose thigh was almost broken also endured the severe pain and tried to roll towards the bunker more than ten meters away.
Zeng Shui, who had been observing the form with a scope, smiled coldly. If the bait ran away like this, how could he still fish?
They didn't care at all about the Japanese soldiers who were circling the two wings. As long as they left the blind spot, the condescending soldier Zeng Shui would teach them what they should do when encountering a sniper, which is to stand firm and wait for reinforcements instead of rushing in blindly.
Especially when there is no grenade to suppress the opponent.
With a "bang" shot, the water hit another leg of the rolling Japanese soldier. This shot hit the calf directly. It may not have hit the bone, but the soft muscle tissue cannot withstand the bursting bullet.
energy.
More blood spurted out, dyeing the surrounding white snow a bright red. If someone looked closer, the cup-sized wound on the calf revealed red muscle tissue, pale yellow subcutaneous fat and white
His muscles and veins were so cruel that it was simply unbearable to look at.
"Baga, despicable Chinese people." The Japanese military officer who had been hiding in the ravine and dared not show his face was furious.
He now somewhat understood the conspiracy of the Chinese on the top of the hill. He was going to lure his companions to rescue them by killing them, and then shoot them one by one in the open field.
"Hao Erjun, throw the grenade over here, and we will help you kill that nasty Chinese." The Japanese military officer roared at his colleague who could no longer move his body.
"No, no, Captain Akihara, you have to save me. I don't want to die. My mother is still waiting for me to come home." The Japanese soldier, who was still wailing, suddenly looked desperate and cried loudly.
He knew very well that if the grenade was thrown over, these colleagues would no longer care about his life or death. No one would dare to risk being watched by Chinese sharpshooters and crawl over to save him.
"Koji-kun, you are a coward. If you return to the arms of Amaterasu, I, Akihara Kanda, swear in the name of Amaterasu, I will definitely tell your mother that you are a true warrior of the empire." The Japanese sergeant said with a full face.
He looked anxiously at his colleagues on both sides who were trying hard to hide their figures as they circled the opposite flanks of the opponent's position, patiently using honor to seduce this superior soldier who was assigned to the team's grenade squad and did not belong to his team.
"No, no, my mother is waiting for me, not some imperial warrior in a small box." As a soldier of the Fourth Division whose top priority is to save his life, the seriously injured Japanese superior soldier would not be killed by this.
Tempted by honors that are worthless at all.
"Baga!" The Japanese military sergeant was almost blown away by this little fellow who was afraid of death.
There is no way, the 20th Infantry Regiment is basically recruited locally in Osaka, and almost all of them can be regarded as fellow soldiers.
"I swear to His Majesty the Emperor that one-third of all the loot our team captured from the Chinese this time will be handed over to your mother." The Japanese sergeant had to change his strategy and continued to seduce.
"Really?" The superior soldier, who was almost desperate, looked around.
Seeing that all his colleagues within his sight were nodding desperately, the first class soldier burst into tears again. This clearly told him that he would definitely die!
While desperately starting to pick up the grenade, he begged: "Chief Akihara, can you give me two first aid kits?"
That clearly means, see if I can save him one more time. It's a desperate little devil's final self-rescue.
Without saying a word, several first aid kits were thrown at the superior soldier who was already pale and dying due to excessive blood loss. At this moment, getting the grenade was the only necessity to save themselves. Without the grenade suppression, the man hiding in 400
The power of a sharpshooter from several meters away is really terrifying.
The first-class soldier cried and tried to tear open the first-aid kit with his mouth and press it on the wound, while preparing to throw the unloaded grenade towards the sergeant.
But, the moment he raised his hand.
There was a "bang" gunshot. The superior soldier's palm was smashed.
The grenade that could suppress the enemy rolled down beside him. The distance was only ten meters, but it was as far as a chasm.
Devil, this is a devil. The eyes of all the Japanese soldiers were almost desperate.
The soldier a few hundred meters away once had cold eyes in his eyes. Even now, he still has not killed the wounded Japanese soldier who was hanging with only half a breath.
Even if these Japanese invaders took his existence into account and did not dare to rescue their colleagues, then he would let this Japanese invader die in pain, crush their courage and destroy their will with the bloody reality.
Liu Tuanzuo once said that destroying the enemy's will to fight is more effective than killing him with one shot.
As for cruelty, Liu Tuanzuo's mantra is "Treat your friends with the warmth of spring, and treat your enemies with the coldness of winter." When the Japanese invaders hanged the villagers of Mijiayu Village, did they think about what cruelty was?
Now that you have chosen war, learn to accept cruelty! The coldness in Xiao Bing Zeng Shui's eyes grew stronger, and the hand holding the gun was firmer than ever.