These Japanese soldiers, who were on the verge of life and death, responded quickly.
For a mature soldier, they can quickly determine that the huge rocks rolling down the mountain wall, not to mention the size of the millstone, even the size of a fist, can kill someone if they hit the head. Compared with
This kind of 100% fatality, whether it is a mine or a gun in the hands of the enemy on the opposite side, the probability of survival is much higher.
I have to say, they were right.
However, just like their wedding night, the wife in their imagination was always plump, but the woman in front of them was always skinny. A firm hand was their best self-comfort.
However, the distance of 80 meters is much easier for a super shooter and a special forces soldier than shooting a static target.
The Japanese sergeant who was the first to jump out of the ravine where he could hide and made skillful dodges in an attempt to run towards another bunker that he had already spotted was directly shot to the ground by Niu Er.
Another Japanese soldier who jumped out right after his squad leader was also killed by Cai Dadao with one shot.
The remaining six Japanese soldiers were stunned when they saw this posture. Although there were only two enemies, their marksmanship was so accurate, one shot at a time, without any miss?
While I was frightened, the rocks rolling down the road above my head were still thundering down. I didn't dare to jump out, so I could only bend my back and run to both sides. Although I might still be hit by the rocks, it was better than jumping out to let others sharpshoot.
Be a living target!
Unfortunately, Cai Dadao laid at least 5 booby traps in the ditch where the Japanese troops would definitely jump into as a bunker.
There were two loud bangs of "Boom Boom", and the three Japanese invaders no longer had to make any effort to jump, and were directly blown out of the ditch.
For them, who were lying on the ground with their bodies twitching and could not even hear the wails and no longer knew whether they were alive or dead, perhaps the only advantage was that they no longer had to make difficult choices.
Choosing one of the three is still a life or death decision, which is too difficult for anyone.
For the dead kid, there is no need to make a difficult decision, but for the three little kid who were five or six meters behind and were not affected by the booby trap but were also made disgraced and dizzy by the shock wave, it was a bit difficult.
tragedy.
Because they still have to do multiple-choice questions, and they have to do it in a shorter time. Otherwise, they will become stinky sushi soon.
Looking at each other, the three little Japs gritted their teeth and jumped out of the ditch, which was less than half a meter deep. As rocks crashed down, they ran forward crazily and fired, while shouting at the top of their lungs, "Long live His Majesty the Emperor."
"Pep yourself up.
It seems that he is extremely brave, but more importantly, his will to fight has collapsed.
Obviously, Emperor Hirohito, who is thousands of miles away, cannot live long, let alone protect his soldiers, because the pale middle-aged man sitting in a high position or even an ordinary person can beat him up.
.In Chinese medicine terms, he obviously suffered from kidney deficiency.
After three consecutive gunshots, three Japanese infantrymen who showed the spirit of Bushido in their last moments fell headlong onto the snow.
On the battlefield, what determines life and death is not only the courage to face death, but also strength and wisdom.
An elite Japanese reconnaissance team of fifteen people was wiped out. The entire battle did not last more than five minutes.
After carefully counting the corpses visible on the ground and the number of seriously injured Japanese invaders still writhing in a pool of blood, Niu Er continued to lie on the spot with his gun in hand and on guard.
Cai Dadao pulled out the pistol from his waist and sneaked over cautiously in a fighting posture. He pulled out the big knife on his back and struck out one by one, killing several Japanese soldiers who were still groaning on the ground.
The grenade was withdrawn, and after working around the corpses of several Japanese soldiers for a while, he signaled to Niu Er in the distance, and the two left the ambush site one after the other.
They also have to guard their comrades who are still fighting over there in case other Japanese squads attack.
Special forces are not gods. With better equipment and training than the Japanese invaders and familiarity with the terrain, they may be able to kill a small squad of elite Japanese soldiers, but this does not mean that they can really kill a hundred against a thousand.
A more scientific division of labor and cooperation is the biggest advantage the special forces have over the Japanese troops they have encountered so far.
Because the Japanese invaders were too confident. They believed that one squadron could resist at least one platoon of Chinese troops, and six squadrons totaling two squadrons and more than half of a squadron of Japanese troops could resist one Chinese battalion.
It can only be said that they really thought too much. They have forgotten that two years ago, a Chinese army used more than 7,000 people to defeat their standing division with more than 20,000 troops, and one lieutenant general was killed.
, three major generals. The military strength at that time was one to three, with one Chinese soldier and three Japanese soldiers.
Fierce gunfire continued for more than an hour. When the two speeding-up infantry squadrons of the Japanese army arrived after receiving the news, they saw two or three big cats and kittens, dejected and dejected, with sad faces on their faces.
Subordinates.
"Nani?" The leading Japanese captain, Takeo Yamashita, couldn't believe his eyes. As the most elite 8th Infantry Squadron under the 3rd Infantry Battalion of the 20th Regiment, three of the six squadrons sent to investigate were top soldiers.
Drawn from his infantry squadron.
That was almost the strength of a small squadron, accounting for almost a quarter of his infantry squadron's strength.
But, where are his soldiers? "Baga, bastard, where is your Captain Cao?" Yamashita Takeo almost roared, grabbing the collar of the lost superior soldier under his command and roaringly asking.
But the angry Japanese captain was disappointed after all. Following the direction of the superior soldier's finger, he saw a field of corpses, including the one he called Captain Cao.
On this mountain road, a small detachment of fifteen people plus the two grenade soldiers assigned to them killed eleven people. The four people who survived were also in shock. Even if Yamashita Takeo thought with his butt,
You know, if the two infantry squadrons hadn't run so fast, these four would probably have been killed by the Chinese who ran away ten minutes ago.
However, this was definitely not the first batch of corpses that Takeo Yamashita had seen. Within a radius of 6 miles, there were as many as six battlefields like this. However, very few Japanese soldiers survived.
Yamashita Takeo was so depressed that he almost vomited blood. It was not just that all three of his elite teams were wiped out, but...
Of course, before he could vomit the blood, he was spit out by Colonel Nagumo who hurriedly arrived with a large force an hour later.
Six reconnaissance teams were attacked, and the reported battle losses were 78 killed, four seriously injured, and the remaining eight people who were still able to move were all injured.
However, the number of corpses placed in front of Nagumo Zouji was as high as 94, which was actually 4 more than the total number of 90 people in the six teams.
This made Nagumo Zouji, who was good at calculations, almost think that he was dazzled or was a little dizzy due to anger and made a miscalculation.
Nagumo Zoji, who silently counted again and finally confirmed that he had counted correctly, glared angrily at Takeo Yamashita, who had his head lowered and did not dare to take a breath. He tried hard to maintain his composure as the highest commander of the regiment: "Takeo-kun, you
Can you tell me what happened to the extra 16 Imperial warriors who died in battle?"
"Your Majesty Colonel, they fell into the despicable trap of the Chinese..." Yamashita Takeo swallowed his saliva and explained with some difficulty.
At this moment, he even preferred that all 90 people die in battle. Because the death of these 14 extra people was really unjust because of Tai Baga.
It turned out that ten of the fourteen extra men came into contact with the grenades hidden by the special forces under the corpses when they went to collect the corpses of their colleagues. The special forces were the first to ambush and annihilate the Japanese squad sergeant or sergeant.
Booby traps were placed under the corpses of those with higher military ranks. The idiot was even more sinister. Not only did he place his own grenades under the body of the sergeant who was shot to death by his own hands, but he also placed seven or eight grenades captured from the Japanese army.
An oversized "firework" was made under the body of the Japanese sergeant lying on the ground.
Just that "firework", when a small group of Japanese soldiers who did not know the situation turned over the corpses of their colleagues, a series of "two kicks" composed of suddenly exploding grenades not only blew up the corpses with holes, but also at least five Japanese soldiers around them
The members of the corpse collection team themselves became corpses.
The booby traps laid by the other special forces eventually killed five Japanese invaders. After learning the lesson, the Japanese invaders did not dare to lift the bodies of their colleagues with their hands, but used a lasso similar to a lasso.
The necks of the dead colleagues in the rope loop were pulled away little by little, and they were no longer set by the Chinese's despicable grenades.
However, the Chinese are not only more despicable than they imagined, but also more cowardly.
Before they could get far away, four more people were shot to death by the Chinese hiding in the distance with cold guns, including a second lieutenant who liked to pull out his broken family heirloom command knife and give orders whenever he had nothing to do.
Captain, that's really conspicuous.
"Baga, you idiot." Nagumo Zoji almost slapped the captain in front of him back to his grandma's house.
Before even entering the official battlefield, he lost half of his squadron, including six sergeants and one captain of the gift squad.
"Order all members of the regiment to rest on the spot for half an hour, and launch an attack on the Chinese in half an hour." Nagumo Zoji calmed down and gave the order with a stern look on his face.