"Girl, it seems that there are not many Japanese?" Luo Fugui put down his telescope.

In his opinion, there are indeed not many Japanese teams with dozens of people, which is related to each person's experience. Even if the other teams of the Eighth Route Army meet a small team of Japanese soldiers, they have no choice but to transfer and avoid the edge.

Xiao Hongying ignored the arrogant bear, leaned on the scope, adjusted the pointing point of the muzzle, and pointed it at the motorcycle jumping on the path: "When the battle begins later, if you dare to hold the trigger again, I won't kick you to death!"

"You need to worry about this? This time I will definitely shoot at some point, but I still don't know which Japanese soldiers are throwing soldiers?" Luo Fugui and the girl partnered as machine gunners to deal with the Japanese in front, but only three Japanese soldiers came. There were so many people under him watching, and this time he had to show off.

"Wang Liujin and Ma Liang will also take action against grenadiers and machine guns. Remember to hit the motorcycle first." The girl repeated Hu Yi's arrangement just now.

"Can you fight accurately in front of the three Japanese soldiers? I think you're going to have to forget about the 38th big block, your broken gun is just a decoration!"

The girl ignored it and didn't talk to her anymore. Her little hand finally pulled the slightly bent bolt, and with a thud, a bullet was loaded.

The Japanese vanguards were getting closer and closer to the top of the hillside. Suddenly, a Japanese man found that there seemed to be a small braid in the grass on the top of the hillside. He raised his hand and looked carefully. The braid had a black muzzle and shouted a bird's voice: "Secret!"

Then he pounced forward and lie down, pulling his gun to aim.

Bang, a gunshot, a bullet penetrated the Japanese steel helmet and arrogantly penetrated into the paste under the steel helmet.

A Czech machine gun next to it began to fire. Two Japanese devils who had not had time to lie down on the front were covered by dense rain of bullets. Luo Fugui's dot shot still pauses in the middle, but there was almost no difference from continuous shots!

The bolts were pulled and the rifle fired one after another. Some of the soldiers in the spy platoon were still stunned. Why did the Ninth Company fight and there were not even people who shouted the word "fight" to issue orders to fight?

Then another Czech-style sounded on the east side, and a ball of flame flashed out of the machine gun. Hu Yi aimed at the distance less than 80 meters. Hearing the gunshot, the motorcycle that just stopped and looked at the situation, started to fire.

The hideous god of death immediately rushed towards the first tricycle of the Japanese who had raised the dust. The arrogant whistling sound penetrated the body of the first target. The bullets tore open their military uniforms and penetrated the flesh and blood, and with the heat, the driver on the first tricycle and the observer sitting behind them at the same time.

The ballistic began to pull to the side, and the machine gunner who was pulling the bolt next to him was unscrupulously knocked down the car's bucket.

The bullets extended along the dusty path, and rushed around from near to far with the breath of death, tearing open all objects blocking the way forward, blood splattering, and hitting the motorcycle with Mars, intertwining the dust on the path...

The Japanese infantry, who reacted quickly behind, immediately fell down. The Japanese lieutenant jumped out of the car before the motorcycle stopped. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out the iron rod and pointed forward: "Kill a cock!"

The Japanese lying on the ground immediately gasped and pulled the rifle and pulled the bolt to fight back.

The dust raised was shining through, and a crooked handle dozens of meters away was vaguely spewing out flames. The gunshots were filled with a sense of hostility, and the arrogant bullets began to sweep back and forth among the lying crowd.

Luo Fugui had already finished a box, and the three Japanese in front were lying on the ground and twitching. When he turned his face, he saw Ma Liang's figure beside him, holding a grenade and stuffing it into the grenade launcher. He pulled back his eyes and picked up a magazine next to him, pressed the gun body, and pressed the trigger again in the dust in the distance.

The sound was muffled, and a black guy flew into the air.

Bang, a bullet was released again, Xiaobian's small body trembled slightly. Through the scope, he found that the target he was aiming just now was still fighting back at the machine gun position on the hillside.

But the guy next to the Japanese was tilted and screaming.

About one hundred and twenty meters, it was almost one meter crooked!

The little girl pulled the bolt again, but this time he was aiming at the Japanese commander behind the second motorcycle.

The spirit is highly concentrated, and the sound on the battlefield seems to be away, and the little mouth mutters: I'll aim one meter away, I'll see you run...

Use your fingers slowly, and the trigger is halfway, and you can even hear the sound of the gun friction.

Bang, the bullet came out of the cavity.

The muzzle flame temporarily blurred the sight of the scope.

Behind the motorcycle, the second lieutenant, who was holding the commanding iron rod, was roaring at the throne twice in a row and disappeared behind the motorcycle.

The little girl was stunned. Although she barely watched the target being hit through the clear scope, the target's reaction was wrong?

Why did he shake twice?

Tang Dagou, who was also on the other side, was nearly 200 meters away, who also asked questions. After firing a shot, the guy immediately put away his rifle and rolled sideways twice to change his shooting position.

He knocked down a spy platoon soldier beside him: "Your grandma, don't you shoot, are you just fucking me?"

"Don't you, kid, don't want to die, be better shot and change the place!" Tang Dagou cursed, found a new position to lie down, slowly poked out the gun, and the dog's head was pressed against the butt stock to prepare to find another target.

Luo Fugui shot very steadily, and when he entered the state, he seemed to have forgotten the counterattack of the Japanese rifle below: "Recharge quickly!"

After saying that, he threw the empty magazine to Li Ronghua who was busy next to him.

The Japanese machine gunner finally put on a crooked machine gun and pulled the bolt... Just as he was about to press the trigger, a bullet that flew from somewhere and drilled into his body.

The muzzle was raised upwards, and the trigger that was subconsciously pressed down still allowed the bullet to fly out of the muzzle and towards the machine gun position that was shooting in the Eighth Route Army.

Hu Yi was shocked, and the bullet whizzed past his head, and quickly pulled the machine gun and changed his position.

For the Ninth Company, gunfire is an order!

Dada Dada... In the sunlight, another Czech machine gun flamed up, and the arrogant trajectory sprinkled the chaotic rain of bullets into the path and into the wilderness...

The Japanese lieutenant was suddenly shot, which made the sergeant who led the team suddenly sink. Unexpectedly, there was an ambush in the Eighth Route Army!

Now it is in an open area. No matter whether it is going east or west, it will face an uncovered machine gun shooting world. If you continue to lie on the ground to resist, you will only become a living target of the Eighth Route Army.

Although the Eighth Route Army's shooting skills are not very good, over time, casualties will definitely increase significantly.

Even if the south retreats, the back will still be sold to the Eighth Route Army. The only hope is to persist for a while until the team behind them follows.

Before the machine gunner could fire, he was bitten by the Eighth Route Army. He lost his firepower and was hit by the Eighth Route Army. It was the first time he had ever been killed.

The sergeant made up his mind and shouted loudly in his throat: "Break back!"

Smart Japanese kept using their death or twitching bodies to cover themselves, pulling their guns to shoot on the hillside, bullets flew to the shuttle line position on the hillside, and flew to the eighth-Road machine gun positions.

The sergeant had no intention of detour, nor had the chance to detour. He would rather let the warriors die on the battlefield than fall in the retreating wasteland.

This is not an ordinary ambush at all, and it is no different from a frontal position war. The key is that the Eighth Route Army actually hid behind the hillside and fired grenades.

The casualties gradually became larger, and the Japanese kept losing their combat effectiveness at gunpoint.

It may not be scary to just spinning bullets at high speed hit the body, but after the bullet enters the human body, the high-speed bullet will form a cavity effect, making the trauma where the bullet passes, tearing apart the blood and flesh.

As long as you are shot, you will basically lose your combat effectiveness!

The sergeant lying behind the motorcycle that was beaten to death, looked at the muzzle flashing on the hillside in the distance. The Eighth Route Army was on the hillside, as if only two machine guns were flashing!

Although the rifle shooting is dense, it is far from covering, so how could it cause such great casualties among the Warriors?

This feeling is very bad. It is impossible for a rifle to have stronger firepower than a machine gun, right?

The distance is about eighty meters, which is the distance that the warriors can best use their shooting accuracy. They were beaten by the Eighth Route Army so hard that they could not fight back?

Could it be that the Tu Eighth Route Scouting Technique has improved? This is impossible!

The marksmanship must be proportional to the bullets fired. On this land, the Eighth Route Army has no guns or bullets at all. I have never heard of the Eighth Route Army with such strong combat effectiveness. This is unscientific!
Chapter completed!