Da Da Da ......

Bang bang bang......

The light and heavy machine guns of the devil soldiers were still pouring ammunition into the position, mixed with the dull sound of the 38 large cover rifles, and the smoke of gunpowder was filled with ammunition. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Several devil veterans lay behind the sandbags and hid like poisonous snakes, their guns aimed at the semicircular fortifications in front, quietly waiting for the opportunity to shoot.

As veterans of devils drawn from the Northeast battlefield, these devils are not only experienced in the battlefield, but also murderous.

They crawled all the way on the battlefield, and no less than a hundred Chinese died under their guns, and they liked the feeling of killing, the thrill of a bullet hitting their heads.

The old smoking gun and the others were lying behind the bunker about thirty meters away from Yang Ling, converging, and the remnants of the soldiers who had withdrawn from the two wings were crackling and shooting to block the devils.

However, they also learned to be obedient, knowing that there were accurate shooters on the devil's side, and they did not take the lead, and directly shot the crooked light machine gun through the gap in the bunker, although the shooting range was not good, but the fire network composed of four or five machine guns The little devil could not break through for a while.

The two sides fell into a stalemate, and the guns and cannons on the position continued, but Yang Ling knew that they couldn't hold out for long, and now that they had gathered together, the little devil was very cunning, taking advantage of the opportunity of the old smoking gun to change their magazines, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

Yang Ling turned his back to the sky and tried to calm his breathing, making himself calm, a good sniper is not only good marksmanship, but also the strong psychological quality of Mount Tai is also very important.

In the past, when Yang Ling was a sniper in the Falcon Squadron of the Republic, most of them were ambushes, hiding far away from the battlefield, relying on sophisticated sniper rifles to kill people for miles away.

But this is a battlefield full of gunsmoke and bullets, not only does it not have sophisticated firearms, but even a quiet environment for sniping is difficult to guarantee, so you can only bite the bullet and rely on the accurate marksmanship fed by bullets to kill the enemy.

If it is not difficult to face ordinary devil soldiers, for Yang Ling, it is a moving live target, but when he encounters the accurate shooter of the devil soldier, he feels a little tricky.

Yang Ling, who was only a few people, had absolute confidence in killing the devil's accurate shooter, but in this chaotic battlefield, the rest of the devils were constantly pressing forward, so that when he was worried about the devil's accurate shooter, he had to prevent the rest of the devil's soldiers from breaking through to him.

Yang Ling took a deep breath, turned over and lay down again, picked up the blood-stained hat of the remnant soldier who died next to him, hung it on the bayonet, and slowly rose out of the trench.

Puff puff -

There was a tearing sound in the air, and the military hat hanging from the bayonet was instantly punched several holes before falling to the ground.

Several devil veterans fired at almost the same time, a faint smell of gunsmoke came from the muzzle of the gun, they looked at each other, a smile appeared on their faces, under their guns, no one could survive.

Although several devil veterans are accurate marksmen, everything they have is judged based on their own battlefield experience, they have not undergone systematic training, and their marksmanship is good, but they are not qualified snipers, and they don't know that they have been deceived by Yang Ling's tactics.

Yang Ling picked up the hat that was knocked to the ground, the five transparent holes on it were particularly conspicuous, and the devils hidden in the shadows had good precision marksmanship skills, but Yang Ling had a sneer on the corner of his mouth at the moment, and they were unlucky to meet him.

He slowly placed the muzzle of his gun in the space between the bunkers, took a look outward, and pulled the trigger on a creeping devil rifleman.

With a bang, the bullet accurately penetrated the devil's head, and after exploding a ball of blood, the devil soldier's head tilted and fell to the ground without movement.

Yang Ling's blow scared the ghost veterans hiding in the shadows enough, they thought they had killed Yang Ling, and they had already pointed their guns at the machine guns of the Chinese defenders behind, looking for an opportunity, but they didn't expect Yang Ling to kill one of their companions again.

Several of the devil veterans and Jun Cao once again aimed their guns at the semicircular bunker, their eyes full of anger and excitement, angry that the cunning Chinese soldier had killed their companion, excited to find an opponent who could make a move.

The masters are all lonely, in the eyes of these devil veterans, those Chinese soldiers with guns are no different from ordinary people, even if they lie in the bunker, they are full of loopholes, let them shoot them one by one, and it will be boring if they kill too much.

But Yang Ling's appearance made the blood boil in their bones, and they had the feeling of meeting an opponent in chess.

But they didn't know that Yang Ling didn't care about them at all, although their marksmanship was much better than that of ordinary devils, and they also knew how to hide themselves, but in the eyes of Yang Ling, the king of soldiers, they were also full of loopholes.

Yang Ling estimated their numbers to the ground with just one tactical deception, and already knew their whereabouts.

Hostile snipers are more patient when they meet on the battlefield, but Yang Ling can't compare now, because ordinary devils have already approached within fifty meters of him, and although several grenades in a row have not exploded him, they also let him know his dangerous situation.

Yang Ling stretched out his hand and unscrewed a few grenades, and after taking a deep breath, he threw them all out of the trench, and the violent explosion, gunpowder smoke and fire, shrapnel flying everywhere and the floating soil that exploded confused the devil veteran.

Yang Ling was as agile as a leopard, and under the cover of a grenade explosion, he quickly jumped from the circular trench where he was hiding to another trench, and in just a few seconds, he managed the time very accurately.

The violent explosion made the devil veterans subconsciously bury their heads to prevent being injured by the shrapnel and floating soil flying everywhere, and when they aimed at the circular trench again a few seconds later, they didn't know that Yang Ling was no longer there.

Yang Ling was climbing in the trenches, and from time to time grenades thrown by devils exploded nearby, mixed with the roar of grenade grenades, and he quickly climbed to the old smoke gun not far from their machine gun bunker.

"Brother Zhou, give those sandbags in the northeast a shuttle!" Yang Ling shouted at the old smoking gun.

The old smoking gun didn't see where Yang Ling was, and he didn't know what Yang Ling asked him to do with the sandbag, but he still subconsciously turned the muzzle of the gun and aimed at the sandbag over there and fired a shuttle bullet.

The machine-gun bullets crackled the sandbags, and the sand splashed everywhere hit the devil veteran's face, grinning in pain.

"They found them." After the old smoking gun ran out of magazines, Jun Cao spoke first.

As accurate shooters, they have always liked to hide in the dark and shoot their opponents, their positions are exposed, and they naturally subconsciously transfer places, and Yang Ling is waiting for this opportunity.

Jun Cao and the devil veteran grabbed their guns in unison and quickly shifted their positions.

The corners of Yang Ling's mouth hooked up a sneer, and he pulled the trigger at the obscene figure, and the bullet pierced the neck of a devil veteran, spurting out red blood, and then his body fell to the ground with a bang.

Yang Ling didn't stop, quickly pulled the bolt, fired another shot, another devil veteran was hit in the shoulder, and then covered his arms and rolled, and the third shot hit the devil who rolled on the ground, and the devil twitched twice and didn't move.

The devil machine gunner didn't give Yang Ling a chance to fire a fourth shot, and turned the muzzle of the gun and swept in the direction of Yang Ling, forcing Yang Ling to dodge in embarrassment, otherwise he would be beaten into a sieve.