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Chapter 688 Sniper Cannon!

In fact, from the moment he saw the Type 41 mountain cannon, Qin Wulang knew why Tudou couldn't wait to notify the main force of the infantry squad and was about to launch an attack with a single gun.

If the mountain cannon is allowed to fire, the main force of the company a few hundred meters away doesn't know what price it will pay.

Tudou's contribution was not only to kill ten Japanese artillerymen, but also to reduce the casualties of the company's main force.

Compared to this, this Type 41 mountain cannon, which could only be used after being overturned by air waves, was nothing.

This is what a sergeant like Qin Wulang who had been in the 88th Division would think. If the Sichuan Army of the 145th Division were suffering, their eyes would turn green the moment they saw this cannon.

In fact, the largest-caliber artillery used by the Sichuan army is just a mortar. How about a howitzer with a range of up to 6,000 meters? Even a small-caliber one.

However, Qin Wulang, like Tudou, underestimated the military exploits they had created.

Tudou's two grenades sent Captain Ozawa Rikio back to his hometown hundreds of meters away.

Yes, at the moment Tudou was still trying to kill the enemy and save himself, on the mountain road more than 300 meters away that he could not pay attention to, the Japanese captain was hit by a mountain artillery shell fired from the rear from an unknown direction.

He went up to the sky, taking with him the cart full of tin cans he used to hide himself.

The trajectory was so erratic that the cannonball plunged into the iron cans full of the baggage truck "with the speed of lightning, and then exploded with a bang."

The tin cans stimulated by the explosive energy of the explosives were like small cannonballs, flying in all directions, directly hitting Ozawa Risheng, who was hiding behind the car with a clever little head, into a pile of minced meat, and then exploded again.

The air waves tore it into minced meat, which drifted with the mountain wind and became fertilizer for the fertile fields in the mountains and fields of China.

It was crushed completely.

These tin can shells that shot out irregularly not only shattered the Japanese lieutenant, but also the surrounding Japanese soldiers were beaten into pieces.

At least six Japanese soldiers on the mountain road were caught off guard and were crushed to death by iron cans that accelerated to 100 meters per second. Among the Japanese soldiers hiding in the surrounding stone peaks, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers were also killed and injured.

The terrifying large cylindrical "shrapnel" was far more terrifying than real shrapnel. A Japanese infantryman who was hiding in the cracks of the stone peak and waiting for the commander's order was "hit" in the shoulder by this thing without warning.

Flesh and blood sprayed onto the stone wall on the side. The khaki granite was covered with withered vines, and was then doused with blood so thick that it turned purple. From a distance, it looked like a post-modernist landscape painting.

However, the Japanese infantrymen who suffered heavy losses did not know anything about it, and even before the air wave swept over them, they instinctively turned their bodies sideways, trying to shrink back and escape.

It was only then that he realized that his body was not very under control. When he looked down, all his organs were exposed to the air, and he could even see the appearance of his own lungs.

He began to vomit a large amount of blood from his mouth, but it could not stop his heart-rending screams.

The most horrifying thing was not his screams that made people's hair stand on end, but that, as the breath in his chest rolled violently, those organs spewed out together with blood that could not be described in words, but the person was momentarily stunned.

Not allowed to die.

The injured Japanese soldier desperately tried to cover the wound with his intact arm, but it was obviously in vain. The wound was too big. Not to mention himself, even the doctor was powerless in the face of such a terrible wound.

The extremely bloody scene was so exciting that most of the surrounding Japanese soldiers who had witnessed the tragedy couldn't help turning their heads to avoid the tragedy. Two Japanese infantrymen even knelt on the ground and vomited violently on the spot.

However, this Japanese soldier did not die. Regardless of his tenacity for life or the return of his life, he kept screaming miserably and meaninglessly.

With the sound of a gunshot, a Japanese soldier, Captain Cao, who could no longer look on, chose to end the suffering of his companions with a rifle. Otherwise, he would have been driven crazy by this scene.

They came to conquer China, not to be ravaged by this giant beast.

Not only the Japanese infantrymen who experienced it firsthand knew how violently this mountain artillery shell blew up cans, but the Chinese infantrymen on the mountain ridge more than 100 meters away were also shocked by this unexpected shot.

Dozens of cans flew toward the mountain, breaking countless branches, then hitting rocks or sinking into the soil.

Even the brave Zhou Shubin lowered his body to avoid this crazy round of "canned bullets", and then touched his head in fear to make sure it was still on his body.

He picked up his bayonet and dug in the soil less than 30 centimeters away from himself for a while, and finally dug out a completely deformed tin can.

"Grandma, what's going on?" Zhou Shubin sniffed hard, his eyes a little dull.

Are the Japanese already so awesome? They can even use cans as artillery shells? Lieutenant Saburo Saburo, the company deputy, is sure that if there hadn't been a small mound of dirt in front of him, his little life would have been handed over to him today, until now.

A can of canned beef arrived.

Don't ask why you knew it was canned beef. The lieutenant was very familiar with the smell of beef in the can. He had eaten two cans of it and it tasted great.

The Japanese are not good at anything, but the canned food they make is made from real ingredients and is absolutely excellent beef.

"You're such an idiot, is this the cannon fired by that idiot?" Zhao Daqiang, who was more than 30 meters away, almost swallowed a mouthful of mud.

That was the veteran's instinctive reaction to hearing the sound of artillery.

Ignoring the dirt on his face, he looked at the big car that had been completely blown to pieces with a telescope and was speechless.

He has seen a gun that shoots accurately.

But in front of him, Battalion Commander Tang Da used a light machine gun with a scope to shoot the Japanese from six to seven hundred meters away. His marksmanship was already amazing.

Niu Er is also very awesome. He once had a record of killing Japanese soldiers with naked eyes from 400 meters away.

And although he himself is not as perverted as the two above, he still dares to pat his chest and say that the distance of 200 meters will never hit the nose if he hits the eyes. Otherwise, it will be his turn to be the guard squad leader of Master Liu?

However, compared with this magical one-shot targeted elimination, all the sharpshooters were weak.

A shell accurately hit a large vehicle with an area of ​​less than 2 square meters on a cliff from hundreds of meters away. This accuracy is not an exaggeration to call it a sniper gun. What kind of talent does this girl have! There are other people in the fire support platoon.

Why doesn't he know about such a talent?

Moreover, this shot was lucky enough.

Although the tin can that was endowed with crazy energy by the cannonball was ferocious, its energy was still weakened a lot after running fifty meters. Coupled with the cushioning of the soft but strong enough rainproof cloth and the tough wood on the outer layer of the cannonball box, although the cannonball box

The wood chips flew everywhere after being hit, but miraculously there was no explosion, which was the most gratifying thing for Zhao Daqiang.

A group of Japanese soldiers hiding in the cart area were completely blown away by this cannon, which can be called a miracle.

It can be said that this sudden shot completely completed what Zhao Daqiang had always wanted to do but failed to do.

Rewards must be many rewards! After Zhao Daqiang finished shouting, he looked at the fire support platoon leader who was following him more than ten meters away.

"Company commander, it's not our platoon's mortar. Mortars are not that powerful!" The fire support platoon leader looked up at the crater left on the mountain road and puffed his cheeks and said. "Looking at this power, at least it must be

It's a 75mm mountain gun, and it seems to be shooting from behind."

"Then don't worry about it for now." Zhao Daqiang didn't bother to study who fired the cannon and how it was fired.

Looking through the telescope, after this attack on the Japanese troops on the mountain road, no more than ten fingers survived. He immediately issued an order: "After 30 seconds, all mortars will target the Shifeng area near the mountain road and fire ten rounds rapidly to completely drive away the Japanese troops there."

On the mountain road, the shelling stopped after two minutes.

Fire a signal flare to notify all outflanking infantry squads to clear the mountain road of enemies and drive the Japanese troops hiding in the stone peaks into the minefield.

All precision shooters killed all the Japanese troops on the mountain road, and the grenade teams cooperated. If the Japanese troops resisted with the help of large vehicles, except for the ammunition truck, which was not allowed to bombard with grenades, the rest were allowed."

In fact, Zhao Daqiang thought that the Japanese army was really too stubborn.

The Japanese soldiers are also human beings, not machines. When the outer cover of their strong will is stripped away, they are actually fragile little boys.

If Captain Ozawa Rison, who was bombed into fertilizer in the Chinese forest, was the coat that had been peeled off, then the Japanese soldier who lost half of his body with a few cans was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Not to mention, there were ten more artillery shells whizzing towards me.

A group of nearly paralyzed 'camels' completely collapsed.


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