A "bang" gunshot kicked off the prelude to the Japanese squad going to hell.

The leader of the Japanese army, Cao Cao, who was holding a sun flag, fell straight to the ground

All the Japanese soldiers skillfully lay on the ground and fired indiscriminately at the spot where the shots rang out.

Quickly judging the direction of the enemy through the wounds on the corpse of the military cao, although it is not guaranteed that the attacker will be killed, but at least it will make the attacker have some scruples, so that they can better find cover. The Kwantung Army, which can be called elite in the entire sequence of the Japanese army, showed at the moment of being attacked, and it definitely lived up to its name.

However, after all, they didn't know what kind of enemy they were facing, and this level of indiscriminate shooting was obviously futile for Mo Xiaomei, the first sharpshooter of the Independent Regiment who had a 95 percent hit rate from 400 meters away.

The devil's indiscriminate gun hit the trunk and leaves more than ten meters away from Mo Kitten, but this did not prevent Mo Kitten from calmly kneeling on the ground, pulling the bolt with one hand, raising the gun, aiming, and pulling the trigger, and the whole process was smooth and smooth in one go.

Correspondingly, a small hole in the steel helmet of a soldier Cao who was lying behind the stone and poked his head out to look ahead, and was about to order the Japanese troops to outflank him from both sides, suddenly appeared a small hole the thickness of a finger.

The Japanese army was horrified.

The two military cao, both of them were shot in the head, and at this time, no matter how stupid they were, they knew that they had encountered the legendary elite squad of the Great Wall Regiment. Only that terrible enemy who was good at cruising in the mountains could have such accurate marksmanship, and the 160 comrades who were carried back to reconnoiter the whereabouts of the Great Wall Regiment had already proved their terrible.

But fortunately, no matter how terrible the enemy is, there is only one person.

When Mo Xiaomei fired the third shot and killed the third Japanese soldier, the Japanese army could finally determine that there was only one terrible enemy.

The rest of the people continued to lie down in search of more suitable cover, and the two grenadier teams quickly crawled behind the seven Chinese women, and skillfully set up the grenadiers with seven Chinese women who were tied up and could not even make them move when the gunshots rang out.

With a range of up to 500 meters, a grenadier can be a nightmare for any gunner, even if the Chinese sharpshooter is firing from an incredible 400 meters away.

Even if the grenade thrown from the grenadier can't kill the opponent, as long as the sharpshooter can be suppressed and no longer fire continuously, and the infantry squad with 50 troops can divide two squads to outflank the opponent from both flanks and trap the opponent to death.

This kind of frontal attraction and two-flank attack tactics have long been used by the Japanese infantry squads, and I don't know how many Chinese defenders have been defeated by their simple but practical tactical attack.

Come to think of it, the Chinese sharpshooter would be no exception.

Unfortunately, they still miscalculated.

The Chinese who came to attack, not one, but three.

Mo Kitten, who served as a frontal blocker, and the two wings were outflanked, Liu Lang and Chen Yunfa.

Two of China's most terrifying individual soldiers, one on the left and one on the right, jumped out of the hillsides on both sides, and crashed straight into the ranks of the Japanese army under the terrified eyes of the Japanese army.

Mo Xiaomei was not shooting, his cold eyes scanned the Japanese army through the scope.

His combat mission today is not actually to kill people, his three shots are just to keep this group of Japanese soldiers in this fairly open valley.

The task of killing was handed over to the fat chief and Chen Yunfa, who had already burned to the extreme of anger and were about to go crazy, and they had no intention of using firearms from the beginning.

Only by drying the blood of the devil with his own hands can he slightly extinguish Liu Lang's anger.

Mo Xiaomei, who has a slightly weaker ability in individual combat, can only be "aggrieved" and be on guard, and he will only shoot if there is a gunman who threatens the two of them.

Liu Lang didn't bring anything except a three-edged military thorn in his hand, and any modern firearm might alleviate the pain of the devil before he went to hell.

Liu Lang wanted each of them to slowly drain the blood on their bodies. Die too fast to do it.

The position that Liu Lang crashed into was the position of six Japanese soldiers from the two grenadier groups who had just set up the grenadier and were measuring the angle and position of the shot.

Looking at Liu Lang, who was wearing a different khaki military uniform from the Japanese army, with a huge body and a murderous face, running down the hillside with murderous energy, the expressionless faces of the seven Chinese women finally changed slightly.

Even if they were just ignorant village women, the sudden gunfire and panic of the Japanese army made them understand that someone was attacking the inhumane Japanese brutes.

And the fat man who came from ten meters away with a sharp weapon in his hand was of course the one who came to help them avenge it.

"Kill, kill those brutes. Kill them all. For the first time, Miche's lifeless face was a little more angry, and he screamed in a sharp voice that bordered on madness.

Yes, it's crazy, but it's a human emotion.

Yes, when he saw his 4-year-old brother, laughed and cruelly hung from a tree by the Japanese soldiers, and that delicate and delicate little body writhed in pain, and then returned to peace, Mizzie's heart died completely.

Her heart died in that quiet afternoon, the afternoon when the family was happy to eat wild vegetables and eat cornmeal in the small courtyard to fill their stomachs.

All the good things in her life were destroyed after the arrival of the Japanese devils.

The big family in Mijiayu Village, the big family of Mi Jiayu, except for her, the rest of the nine families, grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts, cousins, elder brothers and younger brothers, all of them, were hung from the trees they planted with their own hands.

Until she was tied up by the devil and pushed away, their bodies were still hanging like that, like the beaded curtain on the boudoir door, dense.

From that moment on, Michel Zhi's heart was like ashes.

When Liu Lang hit with one knee, he knocked out a few meters of the devil who stood up in a panic and wanted to get a gun, and then poked forward with his hand, inserting the three-edged army thorn directly into the mouth of a devil, and then pulling it out。。。。。

The devil fell on his back, his mouth that could no longer be closed was wide open, and the blood was like a fountain, spurting out more than a meter high.

Mi Zhi, who was only three or four meters away from them, had several drops on his face.

The eldest daughter of the Mi family, who had never even killed a chicken, was not dirty, and stretched out her tongue to lick the blood of the devil who splashed on her mouth, and suddenly laughed bitterly, "Haha, good kill, Japanese blood, very sweet." ”

The poignant laughter made Liu Lang, who was as hard as iron, couldn't help but shiver in his heart.

A Chinese woman who took the initiative to taste the blood of devils, how much hatred do you have to hate them in her heart?

However, Liu Lang's subordinates were ruthless, 6 Japanese soldiers without weapons, for him who burst out with murderous intent with all the combat power in this world, it was no more difficult than killing 6 chickens.

Compared with the Songhu battlefield a year ago, Liu Lang, who has completely mastered the use of his body at this time, is far from being comparable to that time, compared to his previous life, although he weighed 50 pounds, although he was not as good as the peak moment of his previous life in terms of agility, but he was definitely the level of Black Lieutenant Tyson, and in terms of strength, perhaps because of talent, Liu Lang's strength at this time was far stronger than the peak of his previous life.

If you compare the previous boxing champion Tyson with a punch of 800 pounds, Liu Lang once hit 1,000 pounds to kill Tyson's exaggerated punch power at his peak.

As for now, seeing Liu Lang's left hand stabbing the three-edged army and stabbing a Japanese soldier who pounced viciously to the heart, while smashing his right fist about the size of a bowl, directly smashing a Japanese soldier wearing a Type 90 steel helmet and his steel helmet with his head, you know that that punch is definitely far above 1,000 pounds.

Liu Lang's ferocity in madness is as brave as this.

PS: Kill, kill, for the sake of the suffering ancestors. In this chapter, Fengyue must weakly ask for a subscription, a reward, and a monthly pass. Without this during the closure period, the tears in Fengyue's eyes can't be dried, can you watch Fengyue cry blindly? Can't!

cough cough, I still want to recommend a friend's book, Ding Ding Cat God's "Dark War", spy war drama, you know, I heard that for the sake of a few heroines, the very rippling old cat god group has been noisy, as pure as me, I can't bear to look at it directly.