Huo Xiaoshan couldn't figure it out, no wonder Huo Xiaoshan, how could he know that this was the Japanese commander who asked this squadron leader to use the bushido spirit of the Yamato nation to wash away the shame of suffering heavy casualties but not taking the position?

In Huo Xiaoshan's eyes, those Japanese soldiers were undoubtedly weird, they were crazy hysterical, shouting one by one, not like the previous two groups only to charge closer, but just set off and rushed towards their own position with all their might. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xiaoshan understood what they meant by shouting long live, but he couldn't understand why these Japanese soldiers were so crazy, whatever, after crouching to avoid an explosive grenade more than 20 meters away, Huo Xiaoshan pulled the trigger, and a Japanese soldier who rushed to the front fell in response.

As Huo Xiaoshan's shot fired, a burst of gunfire began to sound on the battlefield.

The gunfire was not very intense.

The sound of the rifle is sparse, although there are two light machine guns screaming, but they always shoot in short bursts, because you have to change places after a few hits, otherwise even light machine guns will be targeted by the devil's grenadiers, and a grenadier will be guaranteed to fall on the place where the gun was fired just now.

I have to admit that the individual quality of the Japanese army is by no means blown. However, although the gunfire was not dense, when the guns rang out on the defensive position, there were always a few devils who were knocked down on the way to attack, and the bombardment could not be suppressed.

After the ruins of the fortifications, Huo Xiaoshan had already begun to swim and shoot quickly in that trench.

He cruied like a rabbit, sometimes with a gun at a gallop, sometimes with a low bow from the waist-length trench, and sometimes crawling behind the fortifications.

When shooting, he was as quiet as a virgin, a ruler, a crosshair, a devil in the distance who was not much bigger than a soybean grain, three points and one line, at the moment when the gun was raised, Huo Xiaoshan's black eyes shone with a focused look in the flames of war, suppressed the heartbeat aggravated by the exercise, held his breath, and shot calmly.

It is undeniable that Huo Xiaoshan is talented in shooting, but there are some common requirements in the essentials of shooting.

This kind of stationary shooting after strenuous exercise requires the shooter's cardiopulmonary function to be good, so that he can hold his breath when shooting.

And no matter whether the shooting posture is standing, crouching, squatting, or standing, at the moment of raising the gun to shoot, all the body movements are fixed, so as to ensure the accuracy of shooting, even if the sky collapses, the shooting posture cannot be changed.

The effective firing range of the Chinese formal rifle is more than 600 meters, and within the range of 200 meters, not only Huo Xiaoshan, but also the top shooters in the Japanese army can also make no mistakes.

It's just that the Japanese army is flat at this 200-meter attack distance, with less cover, and Huo Xiaoshan's shooting frequency is very fast and the accuracy is extremely high, so there are constantly Japanese troops falling under Huo Xiaoshan's guns, and Huo Xiaoshan's role is already equivalent to an excellent sniper.

Without heavy machine guns, they can only rely on sniping to fight the enemy.

There are many hidden sniper points set up throughout the position.

Rifles loaded with bullets are placed on each sniper spot.

Most of these guns were used by Huo Xiaoshan, so that after a few shots, he could move to the next sniper point and shoot as soon as he grabbed the gun, avoiding the time of pressing bullets to the greatest extent.

This is where the role of a powerful sniper comes into play.

As Japanese troops were constantly knocked down by guns on the way, the deterrent effect of this cold gun even exceeded that of aircraft artillery tanks.

Because there is a kind of uncertainty about being killed by a sniper, seeing the person around him being shot to death, no one can figure out whether it is themselves who will fall next.

Calm righteousness in a calm state is much more difficult than being fearless in the hot-blooded impulse!

The Yamato warriors who were originally screaming and had been planning to shatter the jade were in Huo Xiaoshan's slow knife murderous sniper, and they realized that if they rushed forward like this, it would only be the same tragedy as the last attack.

Finally, the squadron leader had to give the order to change from bending forward to crawling forward.

But this did not prevent the opponent's bullet from hitting the target that had become very small, it turned out that it was still hit on the body, this time it was good, although the hit rate was low, but as long as it hit, it was basically the head, and one shot would die.

After hitting the target, the characteristics of the Zhongzheng rifle are that the penetration is small, the hole in and out is small, and as long as it hits, it will either kill or be injured, and the white brain and red plasma constitute a terrifying flower of death.

Every RB soldier crawling forward was secretly praying that the next shot would not be him/her.

In this contest of will and speed, the Chinese army gained the upper hand, and the Japanese army crawled forward more and more slowly, and before you knew it, this blocking battle had turned into a sniper war.

The Japanese began to fire grenades into the formation more frantically to suppress the fire from unknown sources on the position, trying to knock down the wandering but deadly sharpshooter or sharpshooters.

In the whistling sound of the grenade, there were still more than a dozen soldiers who remained on the position who were hit by the devil's grenade, and their bodies were thrown high by the air waves, and then a certain organ of the broken body was scattered.

On the position, Ma Liancai and those veterans were also shooting at the devils, and at a distance of less than two hundred meters, the hit rate of the veterans was not necessarily much lower than Huo Xiaoshan's, but they were not as fast as Huo Xiaoshan's shooting frequency.

But their role is also indispensable, if Huo Xiaoshan can kill all the Japanese soldiers with only one gun, it is a myth.

Ma Liancai held the gun, dodged to another pre-firing shooting point, crouched down and raised the gun, the target did not have to be searched for, as long as he saw the attacking devil, the muzzle of the gun was immediately pointed at the other party.

This time, Ma Liancai looked at the target that was getting closer and closer, and his heart moved slightly, because he found an officer of the Japanese army, and the Oriental sword in his hand was waving in the direction of his position.

"That's you." Ma Liancai's gun was about to pull the trigger when he hit his shoulder.

At this time, a "sizzle" sounded, Ma Liancai subconsciously reacted that it was a grenade running for him, but he didn't want to give up this goal, and when he hesitated, a figure behind him pounced and pressed him deadly.

After a "boom" sound, Ma Liancai shrugged his head and shoulders vigorously, and pushed down the person who had suppressed him just now, and was about to say thank you, but he froze.

The man who had protected him was already lying in front of him, a smoky face, blood spilling from his temples, the result of being hit by the fragments of the projectile, and seeing that the man was no longer dead.

The person who rescued him turned out to be the recruit he rescued from under the bayonets of the Japanese army last time, and Ma Liancai can't call him by name now, but he undoubtedly has an impression of him.

The recruit's eyes had begun to drift, the corners of his mouth twitched, Ma Liancai hurriedly put his ear to his mouth, and faintly heard his words "Mother, I want to go home......

Ma Liancai was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and shot next to the recruit who had died trying to save him.

But he had just taken aim, and before he could shoot, he heard a "bang" of gunshots, and the Japanese officer was hit, and the bullet was hitting the round plaster tied to his head, and the oriental sword arced in the air and pierced the ground.

When Ma Liancai retracted his gaze and looked at the position, he only saw the back of Huo Xiaoshan, who had already collected his gun and moved towards another sniper point a few meters away.

Ma Liancai lowered his head and stretched out a hand to close the recruit's eyes that were still open, took a deep look at the soldier who had died to protect him, and then rolled back with his gun and began another shot. (To be continued.) )