The Japanese troops down the hill are going crazy.

It was definitely the most accurate marksmanship and the most cunning enemy that their 3rd Cavalry Wing had ever encountered.

Shooting in one place never takes more than ten seconds, but the gun bites the flesh, and so far under his gun, there has never been a living creature.

Whether it is a man or a horse, there are no injuries, only death.

In addition to being too accurate in marksmanship, there are also his bullets. I don't know why, even if he only hit a spot that wasn't too deadly, there was a hole in his body the size of a bowl that couldn't cover the wound with the first aid kit he carried, let alone stop the blood gushing out.

Anyone who was wounded by a gunshot would die silently within a few minutes, pale and pale, not frozen to death, but because of the huge wounds, and the blood all over his body was drained.

They didn't know at all that when they left the Independent Regiment, Zeng Shui had received 200 rounds of ammunition that Liu Tuanzuo had asked for from the Ordnance Factory of the Independent Regiment Base. The uniform features of these bullets are that the metal casing does not completely cover the tip of the warhead, and the lead core is exposed and there are four slit-like stripes.

Yes, the dummy bullet, which was banned by the Hague Tribunal in 1899, was Liu Tuanzuo's favorite bullet, and for the Japanese army, who never abided by the so-called international conventions, Liu Tuanzuo felt that the dummy bullet was the best gift to send to their bodies. If it weren't for the fear of attracting the attention of the so-called international community, Liu Tuanzuo even wanted to use the dummy bullet as the standard ammunition for the MG42 machine gun.

The thought of the MG42 machine gun, which had a terrifying rate of fire, spewed out 1,200 rounds in one minute, and even the officers of the Independent Regiment couldn't help but feel a little chill all over their bodies.

You must know that the reason why the dummy bullet is frightening is because after it is shot into the human body, the lead core gushes out of the armor due to inertia, is flattened into a mushroom shape, and the armor expands or ruptures, quickly releasing energy, expanding the wound exit, and making the warhead have a traumatic effect similar to that of an explosive warhead.

Specifically, the warhead is seriously deformed and even ruptured, resulting in a trumpet-shaped or gourd-shaped cavity in human tissue, the wound area is hundreds of times the cross-sectional area of the projectile, and the instantaneous cavity with a caliber of more than ten times or even larger when it is hit, which exerts tremendous pressure on the human body's blood circulation system.

What is even more painful for the injured is that if the fragments of the projectile remain inside the body, then it may cause lead poisoning, even if the fragments are relatively small in the body, but the huge wound is extremely difficult to heal and can easily cause infection.

To put it more bluntly, once the dummy bomb enters the body, it is a hole with a large bowl mouth, and the wound is extremely difficult to heal because it is contaminated with lead, especially in this era when there are no antibiotics, which means death.

In the end, the dummmy ammunition was produced in small quantities and equipped by special forces on special missions. Once the water received 200 rounds in one go. And this time when he came out of Qinglong Mountain, he carried a full hundred rounds.

The Japanese sadly found that not only did their fire suppression have no effect on the Chinese gunner, who was shooting cold guns everywhere with the help of the slippery hills, but the so-called two-wing attack was a joke under his divine marksmanship.

It was only five more shots, and the Japanese troops who were riveting enough to go around to the flank and go up the hill hundreds of meters away were directly killed by three people and two horses. The range of that gun was as high as 500 meters.

This time, the cavalry who was still running wildly was beaten honestly. They would love to enforce the commander's orders, but they would never be so stupid as to be a target for the enemy on horseback. They jumped off their horses one after another, and with the help of the large body of the Yanma as a cover, they struggled to move out of the gunner's range.

At this time, no matter how sorry for his war horse, it is not as important as his own life.

Murakami Jun, who was closely protected by dozens of cavalrymen and slowly retreated, broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead. Snipers, that turned out to be snipers. Except for the legendary sniper, he couldn't imagine anyone else with such terrifying marksmanship.

Fortunately, the two heavy machine guns and four light machine guns that had been dropped in order to reduce the burden during the previous charge had been picked up by the third squad and were set up two hundred meters behind to start firing.

Murakami Jun has reason to believe that even if the terrifying Chinese sniper is a god, he will be suppressed under the dense fire of six machine guns and will not even be able to lift his head.

Yes, Murakami Run's idea is good, not to mention the water, even Mo Xiaomei and Liu Tuanzuo came in person, and when they encountered the two heavy machine guns and four light machine guns that were firing with all their might, they could only retreat and avoid their peaks for a while, and then take out the machine gunner.

However, what the Japanese encountered was not Mo Kitten and Liu Tuanzuo, but Zeng Shui, a soldier with a personality of two to the extreme. With accurate marksmanship, he can't compare to Mo Xiaomei, and he can't compare to Liu Lang with cunning and bravery. But this thing went crazy, but he rarely thought about the consequences. Last time it was for the Comet Girl, this time, he was for the brother.

From the time he fired the first shot to the present, a minute and a half has passed, and after the second cargo man galloped for 200 meters with the help of the snatched Yanma, he was finally hit by a bullet fired from behind. The only thing to be thankful for is that the second cargo man was lucky, the horse was killed, but he was thrown into a snow nest and miraculously escaped the dense round of bullets.

But if he wanted to escape, he had to climb nearly a hundred meters. If the sniper rifle that makes the Japanese invaders extremely jealous is suppressed, even if the luck of the second cargo man is against the sky and how agile he is, he will not be able to avoid the fate of being shot to death in the end.

And once the water would never sit back and watch all this happen, even if he died.

Therefore, the creeps used to be water, and they would not avoid, but would only attack.

However, the Japanese machine gunners were not fools, and their location was a dead end to his current position. If he wanted to hit them, he had to stand up at the highest position on the top of the mountain, otherwise, his bullets would not be able to kill them.

However, standing up, he undoubtedly exposed himself to all the firepower of the Japanese invaders, and he had to face not only hundreds of rifles, but also several machine guns in a dense barrage of strafing. If it was the utter stupidity of his heavy machine gun that he fired at the pirates, then his current actions can be defined as brain-dead suicide.

But does he have a choice? Either he dies, or the second man dies, or his character explodes and kills the Japanese machine gunner, and the two of them collectively escape. There is no choice, the little soldier used to have to gamble on water.

"Dog's day carving master, if Lao Tzu never sees the comet girl again, let her not give Lao Tzu a doll, and Lao Tzu will come to you every night to talk to you." Leaning against a snow nest on the top of the mountain, once the water breathed desperately, he didn't care about the cold air of more than ten degrees below zero, he wanted to use the cold air of more than ten degrees below zero, because of this minute and a half of continuous running, the fire burned the lungs that were about to explode, calmed down the little heart that was almost jumping out of the chest cavity, and muttered with tears and scars on his face.

It is estimated that if you can hear such a "vicious" curse, the speed of the second cargo man who runs up the mountain with his hands and feet to dodge the Japanese bullets with his rolling belt may be a few points faster.

It is definitely not a pleasant thing for a man to be frequented by another man every night, if one of his orientations is correct.

Pulling the bolt of the gun suddenly, Zeng Shui stood up suddenly, and in the stunned eyes of more than 200 Japanese soldiers 300 meters away, Zeng Shui, who wanted to earn the last trace of survival time for his brother, took the lead in shooting.

He had observed the approximate location of the Japanese heavy machine gunner when he shot before, but Zeng Shui didn't have time to aim at all now, from the moment he faced the two machine guns, everything could only rely on his own feelings, if he couldn't kill the two heavy machine guns within five shots, then unless he fled now, to the mountains, otherwise he must be the last to die, and the second brother who was fleeing in embarrassment.

The two of them became real good brothers who died on the same day, the same month, and the same year, and went to drink tea and talk with Lord Yama and his old man.

One person and one gun, just standing on the top of the mountain, facing the cold wind, facing the muzzles of hundreds of black holes that were even a little silent because of shock at that moment. It was as if he didn't know what kind of scorching bullets those muzzles would shoot, and he didn't know that those bullets could tear him to shreds.

This time, he didn't dodge, just stood like that and picked up his gun, "bang" a shot, and then, pulling the bolt, holding the gun, and shooting again.

It wasn't until he fired the second shot that the Japanese invaders under the mountain woke up like a dream and frantically shot at the crazy Chinese three hundred meters away.

In an instant, the bullets rained down.

Many years later, the appearance of that crazy Chinese standing in a rain of bullets and calmly shooting is still deeply rooted in the minds of the remaining Japanese soldiers of this battle.

On that day, the wind and snow were all over the sky, and one person stood on the top of the mountain.