Recruit Niu Er, no, to be precise, Niu Er is no longer a recruit. He was promoted to lieutenant as early as the year before last and is now the commander of six special forces.
Looking at the Japanese squadron in the sight that was rapidly advancing in the direction of the gunfire in a straight line, Niu Er, whose once immature face already had a hint of maturity, had a bone-chilling coldness in his eyes, and whispered to the distance
Cai Dadao, who was only five meters away, said: "Baicai, I'll shoot them and force them to that position. The rest depends on your skills."
"Hey, Daniel, just wait and see! Let's see how I can make these turtles fly on earth." Cai Dadao's confident voice came.
They were very confident, but also lowered their voices. Because the location where they ambush was too close to the small Japanese army. It was so close that even without a scope, the two of them could clearly see the angry face of the Japanese sergeant on the other side. If
Not counting the height of the hill, in terms of parallel straight lines, the distance between them will never exceed 80 meters.
Obviously, these two veteran special forces are much bolder than Shui and the second-rate man. Naturally, they are also much more dangerous. They gave up their marksmanship advantage and came to such a close distance, which is undoubtedly extremely dangerous.
the behavior of.
However, that is because their fighting methods are different from those they chose in the past. Of course, these two did not mean to run out of bullets and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese invaders. Only by using the simplest method to resolve the battle can they
That's what they need to do now.
After the Japanese squad entered the open area where they had the best view, Niu Er also fired at the grenadier soldiers in the Japanese squad.
The Japanese troops were also very tactical and spread out, looking for bunkers and shooting at Niu Er. The sound of gunshots from close range made it easy for them to determine the enemy's direction.
However, they did not expect that the bunker they were looking for could not bring them enough safety.
There was a loud "boom". Four Japanese soldiers were blown up by the sudden violent explosion, and two more were rolling around on the ground covering their faces and wailing in pain.
It wasn't a mortar or a grenade. The explosion didn't come from outside, it was right next to them.
It's very simple. This ambush battlefield was specially prepared by Niu Er and Cai Dadao for the top soldiers of the Japanese squad who rushed over from a mile away.
If they want to support their companions who were ambushed by Zeng Shui, they must take this mountain road. As early as fifteen minutes ago, Cai Dadao had set up several booby traps at locations where they might avoid an attack. The trigger line is
The independent group twisted the silk threads spun out from the golden silkworms found in the Qinling Mountains. It is light and strong. It is not much thicker than a human hair and is dyed khaki. It can even withstand more than 40 kilograms of pulling force.
This kind of silk thread, which is very close to the color of earth and rocks, not to mention that you can't find it in a hurry to avoid, even if you are scouting forward, you may not be able to see it easily. The two defensive round grenades unique to the independent regiment were shallowly buried by Cai Dadao.
In large rocks or ravines, in order to increase the power and camouflage, Cai Dadao also spread a layer of small stones on top.
The two Japanese soldiers rolling around with their faces covered were hit in the face by pebbles stirred up by the grenade explosion and immediately lost their combat effectiveness. On such a battlefield, if you lose your hands or legs, you can still struggle, but after being hit, the soft
Face, that can basically sentence them to death.
Their efficiency was much higher than before. In just one encounter, booby traps killed four and seriously injured two, and bullets killed one, directly wiping out half of the Japanese troops in this small group.
What made the Japanese soldiers cry was that the four people blown up were their machine gun teams. Their crooked machine guns had just been set up, and before they had even had time to pull the trigger, the unlucky bomb supplyer kicked them off.
The four members of the Japanese machine gun team were so miserable that they hid behind the most conspicuous rock because they were too close, so they were collectively stunned.
As for the machine gun, it was also blown away more than ten meters by the violent energy of the grenade. I don’t know whether it was damaged or not, but judging from the way that the "crooked handle" has been straightened, the delicate Taisho 11-year-old machine gun is still intact.
The probability of normal shooting is definitely less than 10%.
Now, the machine guns are gone, the grenade launchers are gone, and all the long-range weapons that the Japanese army is proud to use to defeat the Chinese army are gone. Now they only have the same rifles as the Chinese.
"Despicable Chinese people, dead and dead." The Japanese soldiers who were lucky enough to survive angrily cursed the Chinese who attacked them. At the same time, they carefully observed their surroundings and everyone stopped moving.
Who knows if the Chinese have even planted "landmines" there?
But if they don’t move, won’t the booby trap be triggered and explode?
Yes, this is true according to common sense. As long as you don't touch the silk thread that binds the grenade, the grenade will not explode even if you lie on it. The quick reactions of the Japanese soldiers showed that they were not wimps, they were
Soldiers of the most elite permanent division of the Japanese Empire.
However, what they encountered were soldiers personally trained by Red Republic Blade in the future time and space. Their so-called elites were really not enough for Liu Tuanzuo.
Including Cai Dadao also thought so.
He was once a bandit with a large knife and robbed people everywhere. After being ravaged by Liu Tuanzuo for half a year, he went through the hellish bloody battle of the Great Wall and became a tactical instructor for thousands of people for a year and a half. Now he
Cai Dadao is no longer the former Wu Xia Amen.
Not only has he become braver and stronger, but he has also become wiser, more mature and calm. Although his iconic broadsword made specifically for him by Qinglong Machinery Factory using gun steel to imitate the Tang sword is still on his back.
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"Hey, how easy is it to hide from my booby traps?" Cai Dadao said coldly, with a bit of sarcasm on his lips.
As a powerful combatant of the special brigade, Cai Dadao carries a large amount of ammunition just like the idiot man. However, the slight difference from the idiot man is that he does not carry as many as 500 rounds of ammunition. 200 rounds is enough for him.
It was enough. He carried as many as 20 grenades. If the grenades, which weighed about one kilogram, were not difficult to pack, this guy was even prepared to carry a sack and go out to fight.
Liu Tuanzuo has always despised this mobile firepower warehouse style combat trend initiated by the powerful man Chen Yunfa. It is really a waste!
You know, the Bald Head Principal's most elite German weapon master only has a quota of 6 long-handled grenades per soldier when he goes to the battlefield. The red army is even more poor and has to fiddle with black powder to get the grenades.
Some of the home-made hand grenades did not explode when thrown, but they used the pig iron shells to smash a bloody hole in the Japanese devil's head. As for those wearing steel helmets, they could not be killed by the smashing, they could only scare them.
But this is also a personal combat style. For powerful soldiers like Erhuo Nan and Cai Dadao who are not afraid of fatigue, Liu Tuanzuo's consistent principle is to give them to them, tire them to death, and use firepower to kill the little devils.
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Cai Dadao, who had 20 grenades, buried ten grenades on the pre-ambush battlefield, fearing that he might not bury enough grenades to kill these little devils.
There were two of them, not on the ground, but on the walls of the ravine. To be precise, right above the head of the ravine where the little devil jumped into hiding.
What's even more unfortunate for the little devil is that there is a protruding rock there, a rock weighing seven to eight hundred kilograms.
"Bang bang bang" Cai Dadao fired several shots at the location where he buried the grenades. With a "bang" sound, he finally exploded the two grenades placed at the root of the protruding rock.
The huge energy of the explosion of the two grenades not only loosened the rock, but also shattered it.
In the horrified eyes of the Japanese soldiers who looked up in horror, the huge rock just over thirty meters away from them shattered into pieces and rolled down the steep mountain wall of nearly 70 degrees.
The gravels are as big as millstones, and as small as a human head. They cheer, jump, and twist, carrying huge potential energy formed by a drop of more than thirty meters, and move towards each other in various irregular routes.
They rushed down the mountain. However, everyone who saw it knew that no matter how irregular these stones were, there was at least an 80% chance that these stones would end up in the ravine where the eight Japanese invaders did not dare to move.
And people who stay in the ravine have a 100% chance of becoming... meat sauce. Just like the smelly sushi they like to make.
From the time when the boulders rolled down to when they arrived, there should be three or four seconds of reaction time. But what the Japanese army had to face was that they would either jump out of the ravine and be shot to death by the ambushed Chinese on the other side, or they would be killed by the rolling boulders.
Beaten to death.
In other words, he would be killed by stepping on a mine laid by the enemy in a panic to avoid it.
No matter what you choose, you may end up dying badly.
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PS: I recommend a new espionage book on the military channel, "Red Cold Front" by Walking on Fire. Spy novels are so popular now! Let me, a small anti-war type, cry for a moment.