These Japanese soldiers on the verge of life and death reacted quickly.

For a mature soldier, they can quickly determine that those boulders that fly down from the mountain wall, not to mention the size of a grinding disc, are the size of a fist, and they can also kill if they hit their heads. Compared to this 100% killing, whether it is a mine or a gun in the hands of the enemy on the opposite side, in terms of the odds, the chances of surviving are much greater.

I have to say, they were right.

However, just like their wedding night, the imaginary wife is always plump, but the woman in front of them is always skinny, and Yingying's grip is their best self-comfort.

However, the distance of 80 meters is much easier for a super shooter and a special soldier than hitting a stationary target.

The first to jump out of the hiding, and make a skillful dodge maneuver, trying to run towards the Japanese soldier Cao, who had already seen another cover, was directly shot by Niu Er and fell to the ground.

Another Japanese soldier who jumped out after his squad leader was also killed by Cai Dadao.

The remaining six Japanese soldiers were dumbfounded when they saw this posture, although the enemy only had two people, but the marksmanship was so accurate, one shot at a time, and there was no miss at all?

At the same time of fright, the rocks rolling overhead are still rumbling down, and they dare not jump out, so they can only hunch their waists and flee to both sides, although it is possible that they will still be smashed by the rocks, but it is better than jumping out to be a live target for other sharpshooters!

Unfortunately, Cai Dadao laid at least 5 mines in the ditch that the Japanese army would definitely jump into as a cover.

"Boom" two loud explosions sounded, and the three Japanese criminals no longer had to jump hard, and they were directly blown out of the ditch.

For them who are lying on the ground at this time, their bodies twitching and they can't even hear the wailing, they no longer know life and death, I'm afraid the only benefit is that they don't have to make difficult choices anymore.

Choosing one of the three is still a life-and-death decision, which is too difficult for anyone.

For the little devils who have died, there is no need to make hard choices, but for the three little devils who fell five or six meters behind and were not affected by the thunderstorm, but were also made dizzy by the shock wave, it is a bit tragic.

Because, they still have to do multiple-choice questions, and in a shorter period of time. Otherwise, it will soon become a stinky sushi.

After glancing at each other, the three little devils gritted their teeth, jumped out of the ditch that was only half a meter deep, and while the stones crashed down, they ran forward frantically and opened fire, while desperately shouting "Long live His Majesty the Emperor" to cheer themselves up.

It seems to be extremely brave, but more than that, it is the will to fight that collapses.

Obviously, Emperor Hirohito, who was still thousands of miles away, could not have come to protect his soldiers, let alone protect his soldiers, because the middle-aged man with a pale face sitting on a high seat could even be beaten by an ordinary person. In the parlance of traditional Chinese medicine, he was visibly deficient in his kidneys.

After three gunshots rang out, three Japanese infantrymen who had shown the spirit of bushido in their final moments fell headlong into the snow.

On the battlefield, what determines life and death is not only the courage to dare to meet death, but also strength and wisdom.

An elite Japanese reconnaissance team of fifteen people was completely wiped out. The whole battle, not at all more than five minutes.

After carefully counting the corpses visible on the ground and the number of Japanese criminals who were still wriggling in a pool of blood and were seriously injured but not dead, Niu Er held the gun and continued to lie on the spot on guard.

Cai Dadao pulled out the pistol on his waist and cautiously sneaked over in a fighting posture, pulled out the big knife on his back, stabbed one by one, and killed a few Japanese soldiers on the ground who were still moaning on the spot, and then took back a few grenades that had not yet played a role, and was busy around the corpses of several Japanese soldiers for a while, and then he made a gesture to Niu Er in the distance, and the two of them left the ambush site one after the other.

They also had to guard their comrades who were still fighting over there in case other squads of Japanese troops attacked.

The special forces are not gods, relying on better equipment and training than the Japanese and their familiarity with the terrain, they may be able to kill a small detachment of elite Japanese troops, but it does not mean that they are really hundreds of enemies and thousands of people.

A more scientific division of labor and cooperation is the greatest advantage of the special forces over the Japanese army they have encountered so far.

Because the Japanese were too confident, they thought that a small detachment could resist at least one platoon of the Chinese army, and six detachments with a total of two squads and half a squadron of Japanese troops could resist a Chinese battalion.

It can only be said that they are really thinking too much. They all forgot that two years ago, a Chinese army with more than 7,000 men destroyed a standing division of more than 20,000 troops, killing one lieutenant general and three major generals. At that time, the number of troops was one to three, with the Chinese soldiers being one and the Japanese being three.

The fierce gunfire continued for more than an hour, and when the two infantry squadrons of the Japanese army, which had accelerated their advance, arrived at the news, they saw two or three big cats and small kittens, and several subordinates with depressed faces and lost souls.

"Nani?" The leading Japanese captain Yamashita Takeo couldn't believe his eyes, as the most elite 8th Infantry Squadron under the 3rd Infantry Brigade of the 20th Wing, three of the six small detachments sent to scout the top soldiers were drawn from his infantry squadron.

That's almost a squad of troops, almost a quarter of his infantry squadron.

But what about his soldiers? "Baga, bastard, where's your Cao Chang?" Yamashita Takeo almost roared angrily, pulling at the collar of the dejected senior soldier under his command, and asked angrily.

But the angry Japanese captain was disappointed after all. Following the direction of the senior soldier's finger, he saw a full body of corpses, including what he called Cao Chang.

On this section of the mountain road, a small detachment and the two grenadiers assigned to them were 15 men, and 11 men were killed in battle. The four people who survived were also shocked, and Takeo Yamashita knew that if it weren't for the fast running of their two infantry squadrons, these four would probably be killed by the Chinese who ran away ten minutes ago.

However, this was definitely not the first corpse Takeo Yamashita saw, and there were as many as six battlefields like this within a radius of 6 miles. And there are very few Japanese soldiers who can survive.

What made Yamashita Takeo so depressed that he almost vomited blood was not only the destruction of the three elite teams under his command, but 。。。。。。

Of course, before he had time to vomit his blood, he was spit out first by Nanyun Zao, who hurried in an hour with a large army.

Six reconnaissance teams were attacked, and the reported battle damage was 78 killed, four seriously wounded, and the remaining 8 people who were still able to move were all wounded.

However, the corpses in front of Nagumo Zaoji were as high as 94 people, which was 4 more than the total number of 90 people in the six squads.

This made the calculating Nagumo Zaoji almost think that he was dazzled, or he was a little dizzy because of anger and miscalculated.

Nanyun Zaoji, who silently counted again and finally made sure that he was not wrong, glared angrily at Takeo Yamashita, who lowered his head and didn't dare to take a breath, and tried to maintain his calm as the highest commander of the wing: "Take-kun, can you tell me, what happened to the extra 16 imperial warriors who died in battle?" ”

"Your Excellency, they have fallen into the despicable trap of the Shina people。。。。。。" Yamashita Takeo swallowed his saliva and explained with some difficulty.

At this moment, he would even rather all 90 people die in battle. Because, the extra 14 people who died, they were really wronged.

It turned out that ten of the extra fourteen people were when they went to collect the corpses of their colleagues when they touched the grenades hidden under the corpses of the special forces. The special forces put trickery mines under the corpses of the Japanese squad or the high-ranking people who were the first to ambush and annihilate them. The second cargo man was even more black-hearted, not only put his own grenade under the body of the soldier Cao who was killed by his own hands, but also stuffed seven or eight grenades captured from the Japanese army under the corpse of the Japanese soldier Cao who was crawling on the ground to make oversized "fireworks".

In that "fireworks" alone, when a small group of Japanese soldiers with unknown circumstances turned over the corpses of their colleagues, a series of "two kicks" composed of suddenly exploding grenades not only blew up the corpses, but also turned at least five members of the Japanese corpse collection team into corpses.

The tricky mines arranged by the rest of the special forces finally reaped the rewards of killing five Japanese criminals. When the well-behaved Japanese invaders did not dare to carry the corpses of their colleagues with their hands, they used a rope circle similar to a lasso to pull away the necks of their dead colleagues little by little, and they were no longer designed by the Chinese despicable grenades.

But the Chinese are not only meaner than they think, but also more daring.

Before they were far away, four more people were killed by cold shots by Chinese hiding in the distance, including a second lieutenant squad leader who liked to pull out his family heirloom broken command knife when he had nothing to do, which was really too conspicuous.

"Yaga, idiot." Nagumo Zao's second slap almost didn't slap the captain in front of him back to his grandmother's house.

Before he could go to the official battlefield, he lost half of the squadron, six military caopers, plus one gift squad leader.

"Order all the wings, rest on the spot for half an hour, and launch an attack on the people of China after half an hour." Nanyun Zaoji stabilized his mind and ordered with a fierce face.