The infantry guns, which had been lively for a long time, went out.

A sharpshooter that the Japanese artillery could not see, made dozens of Japanese soldiers in an artillery squad next to the four infantry guns feel weak in their hearts, and their livers were trembling.

In particular, after Captain Kurokawa's analysis, the Japanese artillery knew that the Shina sharpshooter took advantage of the moment of the cannon fire to shoot and cover his gunfire with the sound of the bombing cannon.

This, Baga's, isn't every time you fire a shot, you're pushing yourself to the ghost gate?

"Baga, why don't the infantry guns fire? What is this bastard Kurokawa doing? "Seeing that his soldiers had rushed into a position 150 meters away from the Chinese's position, the infantry artillery that Zhenghuan had just fired suddenly stopped, and the infantry captain who was supervising the battle in front was suddenly furious.

As soon as the infantry artillery, a direct-fire gun specializing in civil fortifications, stopped, the Chinese, who were overwhelmed and could not raise their heads, began to shoot again, and several Imperial soldiers who had already entered their range fell as a result. Although Kurokawa Toshiki's artillery squadron belonged to the direct subordinate of the wing, the captain of the Japanese infantry brigade who was distressed about the loss at this time couldn't care about it, and scolded directly.

For the volunteers, as soon as the four Japanese infantry guns stopped, the pressure suddenly became much less, and they poked their heads out again to shoot down the slope according to the previous surface strike method, and no matter what accuracy or inaccuracy, they desperately poured bullets at the approximate location of the Japanese troops reported by the observers.

This time, it was not a squad of nearly 60 people rushing up, but three squads of almost 200 people, but a position 300 meters wide, with an average of 2 to 3 meters of an enemy, and the density was much greater than before. Naturally, the probability of hitting is much higher.

Several rounds of gunfire rang out, and at least ten devils were directly knocked down. A few hundred rounds of bullets to kill ten, an average of a few dozen bullets per person, in terms of probability, at least significantly exceeds the average of the entire all-out war.

The Japanese army is not a fool, the Chinese are shooting in a row, and the cat rushes up purely to line up to shoot people? They all lay down on the spot and fired at the volunteers on the position. As for covering colleagues 100 meters ago, it's better to wait for Lao Tzu to protect himself first!

"Nani? Sneak attack by a gunman? "The captain of the infantry brigade also received a message from the heralds running from the infantry artillery positions in the rear, hoping that they would send infantry to conduct a vigilant search around the artillery unit, and a mysterious Chinese gunner was shooting black guns at them nearby, and five people had been killed, including their squad mate.

Yes, Toshiki Kurokawa did not dare to mobilize the infantry squadrons defending the artillery positions to search for the damned Shina sharpshooters. The 8th Division, which had been listed as a shame for the Kwantung Army, was attacked by artillery, which led to the entire division being driven into a lost dog by a Chinese unit of less than 4,000 men. Nagumo Zaoji Daisa gave a death order at the very beginning, and the infantry squadrons guarding the artillery positions must be mainly artillery positions, no matter what kind of military situation they encountered, and they must not participate in other battles.

Therefore, he could only come to the infantry brigade that was attacking in front of him for help. Without finding the mysterious gunner, the artillerymen didn't even dare to open fire.

"Baga, a Chinese gunner, just made dozens of people in an artillery squad of the Imperial Army dare not even fire their guns? Does this coward Toshiki Kurokawa want my 20th Infantry Wing to become a joke for the entire Kwantung Army? Bastard, order him to shoot me, or I'll die. The Japanese infantry captain stared at the red eyeballs, almost maddened by the message from the cowardly artillerymen.

His four infantry squadrons, one is participating in the fire containment of another Chinese position, two have already been engaged in the charge to the Chinese position, and only one is in reserve, where does he have the spare strength to send soldiers to do search and alert the artillery?

What if the Chinese break the cauldron and fight back with all their might? I heard that the total number of the Chinese peasant rebels may exceed 4,000, which is more than the number of the entire wing! Although there are still two infantry brigades nearby to suppress the formation, it is better to ask for others than for yourself, and the Japanese army Nakasa, who is proficient in strategy, will never send his reserves to do anything that seems boring to him.

In his opinion, on the battlefield, what can a sharpshooter do with a gun? What effect does killing one or two enemies have on the outcome of the battle?

In fact, the Japanese army was right, on such a battlefield where thousands of people attacked and defended, the loss of one or two would not affect the overall situation at all. However, he obviously forgot that they were the 4th Division, from Dazuo to privates, all of whom wanted to come to China to make a fortune and not die in vain.

If the infantry were told at the beginning that if they captured the Chinese positions, not only would they receive medals, but also the property they found would also go to them, because of this temptation to charge regardless of life and death. But for the artillerymen, it was different. Originally, it was safe to be an artilleryman, especially when attacking this group of peasant troops without artillery, but now I know that as soon as the cannon is fired, someone will shoot his own black gun, so who will open the artillery? Isn't it stupid to lose your life if you don't have money to earn?

In the face of Yanagihara Nakasa's angry questioning from the herald, Captain Kurokawa could confidently reply: The honor of the Imperial Army is by no means obtained by burying the lives of Imperial soldiers in vain. After all, he was not a direct subordinate of his 9th Infantry Brigade. You're Yanagihara Nakasa, that green onion?

However, when Nagumo Zaoji Daisa, who received a complaint from the commander of his infantry brigade about the artillery squadron under his command, angrily ordered him to continue firing artillery to support the front line, Kurokawa Toshiki could only stubbornly order his subordinates to continue firing with fear.

Yes, even if the Japanese artillerymen looked around with a wince, and hid to their companions without a trace, they could only start to work. Although I didn't know where the terrible bullets would come from, the body of my companion was a barrier.

As a result, an extremely funny scene appeared on the artillery position of the Japanese army. Whether it was the one who carried the shells, the one who commanded the artillery, or the one who was responsible for pulling the bolt and firing the cannon, they all worked in groups of threes and twos, relying on each other to hide and do the work that could have been done by one person.

The danger of not being seen is far more terrifying than seeing the muzzle of the gun, and the "martial bravery" of the peddlers of the Fourth Division who are not dead and poor is also vividly reflected in the dozens of people in this artillery squad.

The infantry artillery sounded again after ten minutes of silence, and the Japanese infantrymen who had been lying on the ground and shooting at the Chinese for a long time finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief after repeatedly greeting their unreliable artillery eighteenth generation women several times, and once again began to caten and continue to move forward when the Chinese were suppressed and the guns were thinned.

The Japanese army breathed a sigh of relief from top to bottom, as did Liu Tuanzuo, who was located hundreds of meters away.

The sudden silence of the Japanese army's infantry artillery made the Japanese invaders, who were already close to the location, actually prostrate on the ground and did not attack, almost making Liu Tuanzuo think that his back hand was recognized by the Japanese commander.

Thankfully, everything is back to normal again.

150 meters, 140 meters, 130 meters。。。。。。

The Japanese infantry continued to march like the front of the position on the hillside, and Liu Lang's gaze through the telescope could not leave the figure of the Japanese infantry who were doing various tactical evasion moves, while silently calculating their distance from the front of the position in his heart.

It's not enough, it's still too far away. For the 200 little devils in front of the current position, Liu Lang didn't want to let go of any of them.

The volunteers in the trenches were very hard, they not only had to face the constant rage of more than a dozen machine gun bullets, but also the crazy bombardment of four infantry guns, and all the decent fortifications on the position were blown to the ground.

The dozen or so brothers who fell in succession were not swept down by the ferocious bullets of the Japanese army at all, but were mostly injured by shrapnel wounds and shock waves from shells and grenade explosions.

However, even so, they had to stand up and brave enemy fire to fight back. If they don't fight back, the Japanese will get closer and closer to their positions, and this time their numbers are close to 200 men, once they are allowed to rush into the trenches, it will be a battle to the death, a battle to the death.

Casualties are increasing all the time.

The volunteers worked hard, but it wasn't easy for the Japanese.

Especially the artillery squad under Toshiki Kurokawa.

Firing more than a dozen shots in a row did not encounter the terrifying black guns imagined, but that did not make people feel relaxed, on the contrary, it only made people more and more frightened.

Finally, the attack came again.

The leader of the artillery squad had just given the order to open the cannon, and the moment the bolt was pulled, his head exploded.

Following the death of the deputy captain of his squad, another commander of the artillery squad was killed.

Kurokawa Toshiki turned his head suddenly, pushed away the soldiers in front of him, stared at the direction where the two Chinese special forces were lurking, and his eyes suddenly opened wide and he wanted to breathe.

"There." That's what he wanted to shout.

This time, he had already been on guard and judged the direction of the trajectory of the sneak attack bullet by the direction of the death pounce of his subordinates, which was right behind their flanks.

However, the gold star on the Japanese captain's collar badge had already made Zeng Shui salivate, but it was a pity that he was surrounded by soldiers all the time, and he could not guarantee that he would be killed with one shot, so after hesitating for a long time, he chose the captain of the Japanese lieutenant squad at a lower level.

As a result, the semi-automatic sniper rifle that can fire in bursts opened fire again at the moment when Captain Toshiki Kurokawa pushed away the soldiers around him.

The bullet entered Kurokawa's wide open mouth with precision, stirring the tender little tongue into a ball of meat sauce and passing through the back of the head.

The Japanese artillery captain fell to the ground and died.

"The wind is howling!" After once the water pulled the trigger, he didn't even look at his own results, so he took the butt of his gun and slammed it upward, smashed open the tightly frozen cover, jumped up and ran.

", wait a minute." The second man was not slow to react.

Then, 500 meters away from the Japanese artillerymen's field of vision, two figures were seen jumping up from the snow, like two rabbits found by hounds, rolling down the slope with a roll and crawling, and in less than five seconds, they circled the hill and disappeared.

Yes, gone.

The two murderers who killed their deputy captain, squad leader, and squadron leader not only had extremely accurate marksmanship, but also the speed of escape was also beyond the reach of dust.

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