Mo Kitten slowly aimed his eyes at the scope again, and at the same time, breathed calmly.

In the scope, the headquarters of the 8th Artillery Wing appeared 800 meters away.

Twenty minutes later, the figure of the Japanese army Dazuo appeared in the scope, and the cross had already been aimed at his head, as long as Mo Xiaomei pulled the trigger, the head of the Japanese army Dazuo would be like a watermelon that exploded suddenly.

In the chamber of Mo Kitten's gun, it is a bullet engraved with a cross that has been taught by Liu Lang, and a "dummy bullet" that is strictly prohibited by the Geneva Treaty.

It's a pity that in Liu Lang's dictionary, there is no so-called "international convention". When the Japanese invaders slaughtered the Chinese people, where was the International? The battle between the two armies is naturally aimed at the ultimate victory, not to mention the dummy bomb, if Liu Lang has an atomic bomb in his hand, he must not hesitate to throw a few on the Japanese mainland.

You must know that at this time in Japan, even children as young as seven or eight years old are collecting resources to make final preparations for their full-scale invasion of China a few years later.

But Mo Xiaomei still didn't shoot, he was waiting.

Wait for the cannon fire of the Japanese invaders.

"Shuffle, order Yamada-kun and them to open fire, maybe it won't be long before we can get out of here." Nakabu Inoue looked at the blackened mountains in the distance, and ordered in a very happy mood.

This round of shelling only continued to destroy the few remaining fortifications on the Chinese defenders' positions, in fact, in these days, the Chinese fortifications had been completely destroyed, but the stubborn Chinese would always try to build several more firepower points at night that could threaten the lives of imperial soldiers.

However, their capabilities did not end there, and the heavy artillery brigade and the artillery wing under his command did not give them a chance to build stronger fortifications. NOW THEY HAVE BUILT FORTIFICATIONS THAT EVEN 75MM MOUNTAIN GUNS CAN EASILY DESTROY.

Nakabu Inoue had already received an order that the division would launch a general attack in the afternoon, since the supreme commander of the China side was about to die. Hopefully, by evening they will be able to break through the Chinese positions, and he will also leave here and enter the northern hinterland of China.

At the thought of this, a flame rose in the lower abdomen of Nakashio Inoue, the damned Chinese had already let him stay in this wild land for more than ten days, and the **** of a strong adult man had been suppressed for too long. There should be a lot of flower girls on the other side of the Great Wall!

The corners of Nakasui's mouth swept over the hideous lewdness.

He didn't know that his order to fire the cannon was to ring his death knell, and it was also the last order in Nakasheng Inoue Daisa's life.

Although Mo Kitten didn't know what the Japanese soldier in the scope was happy with, and he was laughing so disgustingly, this did not prevent him from pulling the trigger when he heard the "rumble" of the cannon.

The crisp sound of the Mosingana rifle was like a birdsong in the tide in the rumbling cannon, completely drowned out.

In the eyes of the guards and soldiers next to Osa Inoue, the eighth wing, there seemed to be a flower on Osa's head, a blood-colored flower, and the Mosingana 7.62 mm bullet engraved with a cross was deformed and cracked the moment it touched Osa's hard skull, and the suddenly increased force surface turned into an irregular metal block because of the huge kinetic energy, completely destroying half of Osa's head, looking from a distance, it was like a brilliant flower, bright red with white spots, very beautiful.

Only the Japanese soldiers in the vicinity knew that the head was suddenly blown off, and Osa was still standing upright.

A Japanese staff officer who was too close and had a mouthful of brains splashed in his mouth stood in a daze for a few seconds before he realized what was in his mouth, vomited on the spot, and did not even rescue his wing commander.

"Enemy attack." The headquarters of the 8th Wing was suddenly in chaos.

Several Japanese officers immediately pounced on the wing commander who was only half of his head and was still standing upright, which was also a characteristic of the Japanese army, even if the commander was dead, they had to protect the commander's body from being taken away.

Mo Kitten did not withdraw after firing the gun, but quickly pulled the bolt to quickly push the second bullet into loading. The smoke from Mosingana's rifle was very small, and the devil was still a few hundred meters away, and he couldn't notice the faint green smoke here, and the sound of gunfire was also muffled by the sound of artillery, and he had at least three chances to shoot.

The sound of artillery still did not stop, and the Japanese artillery did not know that just ten seconds earlier, their wing commander had already returned to the west.

Mo Xiaomei fired the second shot firmly, and a Japanese soldier fell to the ground with a stumble, and the corpse of the wing captain he went to support came face to face and lay down. However, the Japanese army Shaozo was lucky, his life had already left him before he was extremely nauseous, otherwise, a large amount of vomit would have gotten into Nakasheng Daisa's mutilated mouth, which would have been really unsightly.

Mo Xiaomei fired the fourth shot, and the bodies of the four adjutant officers of the Eighth Artillery Wing Command, including the wing leader, woke up an infantry squad in charge of vigilance, although there was no gunfire or muzzle flame, but the position of the commanders who were shot was enough for these veterans to find the direction of Mo Xiaomei.

There were fifty Japanese infantry frantically coming in the direction of Mo Kitten's hideout.

"Big man, it's time for us to go." Mo Xiaomei put away the gun, moved the muscles and bones of his body comfortably, and said lightly.

At a distance of 800 meters, by the time the Japanese army arrived here, they had already run so far that they couldn't even see their backs.

"Hehe, don't worry, you're cool, I haven't opened yet, I have to make them scared to the point of urine, otherwise, it's troublesome to keep chasing them." Chen Yunfa grinned with bared teeth.

He took out the MG42 machine gun that had been pressed under him and was covered with dead leaves, carefully set up the tripod, and slowly brought the bullets in the backpack with him, and then squinted his eyes and aimed at the Japanese squad that had rushed to 400 meters away to search for them in a skirmish line.

"It's not technical." Mo Kitten pursed her lips disdainfully.

Chen Yunfa purely relied on firepower output to kill people, how could he be compared with him with one shot at a time? It's just that no matter how unconvinced Mo Xiaomei is, he still has to admit that in terms of the number of killings, he can't catch up with Chen Yunfa by plane.

The power of Hitler's chainsaw was simply not something that could be stopped by manpower, and the Japanese squad bent on revenge was caught off guard. Even no matter how imaginative they were, they could not have imagined that the Chinese would move a machine gun to the front of their position and shoot at them.

Chen Yunfa fired more than 300 rounds of ammunition in one go, and the result was that at least fifteen Japanese soldiers fell on their own positions in a whirlwind, and around them, there were even a few cannons roaring.

The Japanese squad that searched was stunned, lying on the ground and moving out a crooked machine gun to shoot at Chen Yunfa, and several grenadiers also began to aim here to fire grenades.

Chen Yunfa was unwilling to shoot nearly 100 rounds at an artillery squad 200 meters away, which was still at a loss, and fired nearly 100 rounds of ammunition, and the Japanese artillerymen were directly hit by the rain of bullets, and more than 20 artillerymen fell in a pool of blood.

The big man has long been very dissatisfied with these guys, especially the Japanese song he sings at night, and the special mother is always in the same key.

Now, I finally vented some resentment.