Chapter 8 Military Action (Four-distance)

The Japanese team was of strict hierarchy. Even for the soldiers who were sleeping with rifles and surrounded by cars, the soldiers had to occupy the center of the team and rely on their subordinates' body temperature to resist the bone-permeating night wind in the late autumn season.

Zhao Tianlong easily found a small team leader, adjusted his breathing, and slowly used the sight of the rifle on the rifle to siege above the man's left chest. The evil Japanese soldiers Dagai dreamed of how to bully the Chinese people in the city. The fat pig's face was full of grim smiles. Suddenly, his body twitched, and the smile on his face turned into pain. At the same time, a crisp gunshot aroused over the camp, awakening the entire grassland.

"Gagahahaha..." Countless water birds flew up from the river, hula out of the starlight above their heads.

"Ho, ho, ho..." The Japanese squad leader covered his chest with his hands, rolled in pain on the ground, struggling, and vomited blood out in big mouthfuls. The distance was a bit far away. Zhao Tianlong's shot did not directly hit his heart, but penetrated his left ribs. The bullets of the 38th gun rolled in his chest with the rest of his power, pounding the left lung leaves into a ball of paste.

The Japanese soldiers who were awakened from their sleep by gunfire could not understand what was going on. They watched their boss rolling and spitting out dark red pieces of meat. They were so scared that their scalp was numb. After a while, someone screamed at the warning, "Enemy attack, enemy attack, that sniper, that Chinese sniper is back."

"Enemy attack, enemy attack, that sniper is nearby!" All the Japanese soldiers sleeping in the car were affected. While screaming and lying on the ground, they raised 38 guns and fired around. "Ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping" "Ping, ping, ping, ping" The bean-like gunshots instantly resounded throughout the night sky. Ren Shenxian couldn't tell the enemy and us when he came. Taking advantage of the chaos of the Japanese, Zhao Tianlong calmly fired two more shots. One of the bullets fell into the air because the target moved quickly, and the other bullet overthrew a Japanese officer who hurried out from the tent to collect the team to the ground.

The continuous casualties made the Japanese even more frightened. They had no time to distinguish the source of the bullets, aimed at all targets that they believed were suspicious and shot wildly. Taking advantage of the opportunity that the Japanese had no time to take care of the cars, Zhang Songling blocked the upper edge of the muzzle with the branches of the vinegar willow, aimed at the cars on the other side of the river, and fired steadily. "Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, and Five bullets flew out one after another, turning the four tires facing the river bank into cucumbers.

"Hiss,." "Hiss,." "Hiss," amid the chaotic gunfire, the sound of the tire deflation seemed particularly short and weird. In about half a minute, the two cars leaned towards the river at the same time. Several Japanese soldiers hiding near the body for shelter were so scared that they jumped up and picked up their guns and ran around like flies. The bright calcium carbide lights in the camp shone them into living targets. Zhao Tianlong, who was worried about finding the target, quickly adjusted the muzzle and pulled the trigger. "Ting, Ping" shot two more times, breaking one Japanese thigh, and another Japanese slapped a hole in the buttocks.

"Help me, help me," "Help me," "Help me," the injured Japanese soldier lay in a pool of blood, covering his wounds with his hands, screaming and rolling back and forth. Because he was too pursuing the range, the 38 gun bullet carried a huge kinetic energy when it was out of the bore. It was easy to penetrate directly when hitting the target at close range, and the killing effect was criticized by the user. However, at a distance of nearly and more than 200 meters, the damage effect of the 38 gun bullet was completely opposite to that at close range. After the bullet entered the flesh, it not only would not penetrate the target, but would also roll and rotate rapidly, stirring the muscles and blood vessels near the wound into a ball of paste.

Soldiers from the same area as the injured couldn't bear to watch the township party die of blood, so they took out their first aid kit and crawled towards the pool of blood. This action that should definitely be encouraged from a normal human perspective was severely rebuked by a nearby Japanese officer, "No one is allowed to go over, no one is allowed to go over to save those two fools. Hurry up and find the location of the sniper for me. He is destroying the car, and his purpose is to destroy the car."

"He's coming to destroy the car again."

"He is here to destroy the car again." Several flatterers who thought they were smart and yelled behind the officers, reminding their companions to protect important military supplies, while themselves, try to stay away from cars and areas near the calcium carbide lamps, so as not to be affected by the fish.

This kind of behavior without responsibility and military honor made the scene in the camp even more chaotic. Almost all the Japanese soldiers at the bottom no longer care whether the car would capsize. They lay on the ground, aimlessly setting off guns, and letting the officers shout, and refused to stand up again.

Zhao Tianlong and Zhang Songling on the other side of the river continued to fire calmly, one specifically aimed at the Japanese, the other was willing to destroy the cars. More casualties appeared in the Japanese team, and more bullet holes appeared near the shriveled tires and the fuel tanks of the car. Until the Japanese soldiers in other places in the camp rushed over to support with machine guns, the two brothers tacitly stopped pulling the trigger, hid behind the willows and packed the hot bullet shells one by one, and the particles returned to the warehouse.

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After tidying up the other side of the river with machine guns three times in succession, the Japanese were shocked. Under the command of a lieutenant hiding behind the tent, they began to gather in small groups in fear and prepared to launch a counterattack on the other side.

The sniper must be found. Even if he has been swept into pieces by a heavy machine gun, his body must be pieced together to avoid any future troubles. The lesson just now was too heavy. In just three or five minutes, the Japanese lost four companions, and three companions were seriously injured. I wonder if I had the chance to crawl back from the eighteenth floor of hell.

Fortunately, there are not many snipers and they don’t carry any heavy weapons. If this person happened to have a crooked handle or grenade tube at his hand just now, the consequences would be unimaginable.

For safety and to give themselves courage, the Japanese gathered and ordered the machine gunners to be on guard. If there was any slightest movement, they immediately covered the suspicious places with firepower. Perhaps they were afraid of the machine guns in their hands, and perhaps they accidentally caught a stream bullet in the attack just now. The snipers on the other side of the river never responded any more. They watched them reorganize and set up attack sequences along the river bank.

"I guess I was killed by stray bullets."

"It should be dead. Four machine guns can't wipe him out unless he is a devil."

"A person's power is limited after all. No matter how good his shooting skills are, it cannot stop the advancement of the imperial soldiers."

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Seeing that no one was getting shot again for a long time, the Japanese gradually recovered their courage and cursed in a mess, wishing to drown the "sniper" on the other side of the river with saliva.

Someone had the courage to leave the team and took out a first aid kit to stop the bleeding for the wounded. The calcium carbide light was very bright. Neither the rescuer nor the rescued person could move quickly, and they were almost all living targets. However, the "sniper" on the other side of the river still did not fire and allowed the Japanese to carry two Japanese soldiers who still had hope of survival into the tent and sent another dying Japanese soldier back to his hometown with a bayonet.

"Watanabe Jun walked peacefully. His soul would look at us in heaven, watching how we can expand the territory of the empire. Next, let us..." The Japanese lieutenant opened his voice and cheered up the soldiers. After losing so many companions in a short time, the Japanese were very devastated. Although they kept clamoring to swim to the other side, they caught the sniper named Zhang and dismembered the corpse, but the eyes of everyone who looked at the other side of the river exposed the panic in their hearts.

This is a desolate land. Without the oil urgently needed by the Japanese Empire, iron, copper, tin, gold and other minerals that the empire urgently needed were not found. Even the locals' food was not self-sufficient. They had to purchase a large number of rice, noodles, grains and sorghum from the pass every year. The locals were so wild and difficult to tame. Horse thieves, rangers, Zhang Xueliang's defeated soldiers, and Ji Hongchang's remnants were rampant on the grasslands without restraint. Even the Mongolian nobles who were relatively obedient to the empire secretly didn't know what the hell was thinking. If they were not careful, they would probably bite it back, so that the lonely imperial soldiers could not even find the place to bury them.

But Watanabe and the other five died in such a wild land. They neither snatched any precious treasures nor brought back any glory to their families like those who entered the Central Plains city. They died without even seeing the enemy clearly. They died in a confused and meaningless way. The Japanese soldiers who were also unwilling to continue walking along the same road and were confused about their lives.

"Everything is for the Emperor." After shouting a cliché slogan, the second lieutenant of the Japanese ended his dry speech.

"Everything, for the Emperor." The Japanese soldiers dragged their long voices, responding weakly one by one.

The bloody corpse was placed in front of him, and the second lieutenant of the Japanese could not use any better means to boost morale. He nodded embarrassedly, turned around and ran to a tent at the deepest part of the camp, and asked the commander inside to provide pre-war guidance.

"A group of cowards, this little setback is despairing, and it simply insults the identity of the Imperial soldier." The old devil Junji Fujita walked out of the tent with his round belly and shouted at the lieutenant.

"Sir, be careful." Sakai Takamyang, who returned to the camp more than an hour earlier than the sniper, was then deprived of all his posts and was demoted to a groom, bent over and rushed forward, blocking Junji Fujita's body with his butt.

"Get out." Junji Fujita slapped the flattering spirit away and strode towards the soldiers under his command. "I am the highest commander here. If the sniper is still on the other side, let him be the first to take me..."

"Ji." A bullet came in a roar, and Junji Fujita fell on his back.
Chapter completed!