As soon as he jumped out of the window, Yang Zhen, who was discovered, took advantage of the situation to roll and dodge a few bullets that almost stuck to his scalp, while using the tactical actions used by later generations to skillfully dodge the bullets that the devil sharpshooter kept firing, while secretly estimating the angle between himself and the first searchlight, looking for the most suitable angle for shooting.

Fortunately, the only thing aimed at him was a rifle. Maybe the devil commander didn't take Yang Zhen who jumped out of the window seriously, because there had been a few people who tried to knock out the two obstructive searchlights in Yang Zhen's way before, but they didn't run a few steps before they were knocked down by the devil's accurate rifle fire.

With the previous reference, the commander, who thought that this guy couldn't escape the fate of the previous guys, didn't take Yang Zhen seriously, and only arranged a rifle to deal with him. And the devil's three heavy machine guns, except for one that was attracted by the crooked handle that Du Kaishan took to the second floor, shifted the target. The other two were constantly spraying bullets at the General Affairs Department building, trying to block the Chinese inside, without paying attention to Yang Zhen at all.

Shooting fixed targets in sports has always been Yang Zhen's forte in later generations. It's just that the Type 38 rifle in his hand is too long for this kind of tactical action, which somewhat affects his tactical performance. And Yang Zhen used this kind of antique weapon for the first time, and he was obviously a little uncomfortable. So Yang Zhen's first shot back to this era was floating.

Originally, seeing that Yang Zhen had cleanly evaded the blockade of the devil's sharpshooter and came to a position where the devil's searchlight could be effectively destroyed, Guo Bingxun, who was cheering for him, couldn't help but be secretly a little anxious for him after seeing Yang Zhen shoot the bullet.

The people here were anxious about Yang Zhen's safety, and Yang Zhen, who fired the first shot over there, couldn't help but regret it in his heart. Under the suppression of the accurate firepower of the devil's rifle, it was rare to find a chance to shoot, but he wasted this opportunity in vain.

Lang wasted one chance, and it was difficult to find another chance under the suppression of the devil's firepower. The devil commander also found out that this lucky guy actually dodged the sniping of several of his own accurate marksmanship veterans, so he was not ambiguous. Although he did not adjust the heavy machine gun to suppress Yang Zhen, he transferred a crooked handle to control Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen, who was pressed to the ground by the bullets swept by the Japanese machine gun and couldn't even lift his head, swept left and right, but found that there were only two bodies of dead brothers nearby that could be used as cover for him temporarily.

Looking at the dense rain of bullets around him, and then looking at the two flickering searchlights, Yang Zhen, who knew that he didn't have much time to delay, gritted his teeth, rolled over to the bodies of the two brothers who fell together, and after secretly saying sorry, he used the bodies of the two brothers to make a small cover for himself temporarily.

Yang Zhen calmed down this time and did not disappoint everyone. He raised the Type 38 rifle in his hand and fired two consecutive quick shots, extinguishing all the two searchlights that had been hanging over everyone's heads.

After knocking out the two snow-bright searchlights that illuminated the open land in front of him, Yang Zhen turned the muzzle of the gun without the slightest hesitation, ignoring the rain of bullets that the crooked handle continued to create around him, and used the muzzle flame of the three Type 92 heavy machine guns that was extremely obvious at night as an indication, and fired continuously and rapidly without the slightest pause, and temporarily lost the sound of all three heavy machine guns in one breath.

Yang Zhen, who had killed a few devil heavy machine gunners, did not withdraw to his original position, but booked here, using the almost accurate shooting of the rifle in his hand, to the surprise of all the people present, he actually suppressed the three heavy machine guns.

These three heavy machine guns of the devils who had just shown their might, and the so-called rioters in front of them could not raise their heads have become the nightmare of almost all the devils here at this moment. A heavy machine gunner was knocked out, and in a moment, a dozen heavy machine gunners who were replaced in a row were all knocked out.

Looking at the heavy machine gunners who were mostly shot in the head, the captain of the garrison, Uemura Motora Shaozo, couldn't help but gasp. What the fuck is this marksmanship, even with the muzzle flame of a heavy machine gun as an indicator, but it's fucking night after all.

Who the hell is that damn Shina man? In the absence of flares and no lighting equipment, how can the marksmanship be so accurate. Even if the Imperial Army, which has always implemented a policy of elite soldiers and has extremely strict training, at least thirty percent of the soldiers can be counted as sharpshooters, it will not be able to find such a person.

Raising his head to see the prisoners of war in front of him, who had just been suppressed by three heavy machine guns, but at this time, taking advantage of the pause in his own support fire, had already begun to charge under the cover of two crooked machine guns.

Knowing that if he didn't find a way to suppress the sharpshooter, once those prisoners of war rushed over, even if he suppressed this riot, he would be severely punished because of the heavy casualties, and he didn't care about Shiro Ishii's repeated orders not to destroy any buildings. Give the order directly to the original grenadier who has not used the grenadier to kill the damn sharpshooter at any cost. Even if you can't kill him, at least you have to suppress him and stop making trouble for yourself.

As the guard of the entire Kwantung Army's epidemic prevention and water supply department, Uemura Shaoza knew that someone had to be responsible for the matter in front of him. And as far as his understanding is concerned, he doesn't think that with the person of this Ishii troop leader, he will hold the special squad leader who should be most responsible for this matter, his second brother Ishii Tsuyoshio, responsible. Since someone needs to be responsible for this matter, no matter how much Uemura Shaoza thinks that he will be pushed out of this black cauldron.

Since you have to carry the black pot anyway, the size of the movement and the amount of broken things don't matter to Uemura Shaoza. As long as you can do your best to eliminate these damn people who dare to rebel, it is not too much to take any means.

When the grenade from the first grenadier fell at a very close distance and exploded, Yang Zhen, who was blown up and almost uninjured, suddenly remembered that the Japanese army had an extremely light weapon with a range that just made up for the gap between the light mortar and the grenade. The weapon has almost no dead spots in close combat and is extremely accurate in the hands of a well-trained veteran.

"Damn, I can't have encountered something like a grenadier." Knowing that his temporary bunker composed of his brother's body could block machine gun bullets, but it would definitely not be able to stop this kind of shooting boundary, which was extremely tricky, and it was really the first weapon of the devil yin in close combat, Yang Zhen, who was busy transferring his position, couldn't help muttering to himself.

It's not that Yang Zhen consciously and deliberately forgot about this kind of weapon, which occupies an extremely important position in the equipment of the Japanese army in World War II, but he really didn't think about it for a while. There were a lot of machine rifles in the captured devil's weapons warehouse, and there was not a single grenade that could explode, not to mention this thing.

When he first arrived, Yang Zhen, who had never really fought with devils on the battlefield before, really didn't remember that the devils were equipped with this kind of melee weapon for a while. Come to think of it, even in a secret prison, few guards are equipped with weapons such as grenades and grenadiers.

Unlike light and heavy machine guns, this weapon can still be positioned with the muzzle flame still present. It is also not like a weapon with a slightly larger caliber that can be called a cannon, and its landing point can be judged by the sound of a cannonball breaking through the air.

This immoral thing, although it has a small range, but has almost no shooting dead spots, often you may not be able to find its launch location until it explodes next to you. Especially at night, and in the complex, it is almost impossible to judge its location suddenly.

Those who can play with this kind of weapon, which does not even have the most basic aiming equipment and relies on visual judgment, are veterans. Although it was a poor vision, the only two searchlights were extinguished, and it was a dark night, but those veterans still used the coordinates they had observed a long time ago to accurately hit Yang Zhen left and right. If it weren't for Yang Zhen's motor nerves, coupled with the strict tactical training he received in later generations, I am afraid that he would have fallen long ago.

For a while, there was no defense against the devil using this somewhat shady weapon, but Yang Zhen, who was blown up, was not panicked. Yang Zhen, who knew that he couldn't retreat at this time, did not retreat but advanced. Holding the Type 38 rifle, which was still an advanced weapon in this era, he stood up violently and suddenly charged at the Japanese army.

Of course, Yang Zhen is not a fool, he is not so idiotic as to think that he can challenge the entire Japanese garrison alone. Even if he is skilled, no one can challenge the ability of at least one Japanese squadron. When Yang Zhen launched the charge, it was also the time when Guo Bingxun commanded all the men to press on the whole line.

Guo Bingxun, who was directing his brothers to shoot at the devil while carefully observing Yang Zhen, saw that Yang Zhen was so good at marksmanship, relying only on a rifle and relying only on the flames emitted by the muzzle of the devil's heavy machine guns as an indication, he killed and injured the devil's heavy machine gunners, and successfully suppressed the Japanese machine gun fire. While lamenting that Yang Zhen was becoming more and more incomprehensible, he also lost no time in seizing the opportunity of the temporary silence of the most powerful heavy machine guns of the Japanese army to launch a full-line attack.

Although Yang Zhen's exposed hands brought a lot of trouble to himself, and the devil tilted almost all the firepower to his head, it also brought some convenience to Guo Bingxun's attack.

Although the damned sharpshooter was suppressed by the fire of the grenadiers, things did not develop as Uemura had imagined. The distance between the two armies was only about 100 meters, and it was only a blink of an eye under the all-out sprint. Before Uemura Shaoza could determine whether the guy who had caused him endless trouble was dead or not, the main force commanded by Guo Bingxun was about to rush in front of him.

Looking at the rioters who were about to rush in front of him, he didn't intend to fight hard with these worthless roads, and preferred to use the firepower advantage to destroy them, when Uemura Motora was about to command the troops to retreat slightly in order to continue to carry forward the superior firepower, but the arrival of a person made him no longer reconciled, and he could only hold on.

It was not so much that Shiro Ishii had sent to assist but that when Takeo Ishii, who had come to supervise the battle, arrived, Motora Uemura was giving his subordinates the order to retreat fifty meters and continue to use the advantage of firepower to destroy these big roads.

Hearing the order given by Uemura Motora, Takeo Ishii, who was a dog, immediately stepped forward and said angrily: "Uemura-kun, are you going to withdraw to the headquarters and let His Excellency the commander of the army personally deal with these rebels?" ”

Hearing this most disgusting voice now, and then looking at the person in front of him who he least wanted to see now, Uemura Motoliang, who had felt greatly wronged by the slap, said politely: "Ishii Shaoza, I am a regular army junior who was trained by the dignified Imperial Army Non-commissioned Officer School, not the kind of military family who climbed up by nepotism."

"As for how to fight, I don't need a military family member who has never been on the battlefield before, or who can't even look down on a prison. Unless Ishii Shaozo doesn't believe in the ability of the Army Junior Commander cultivated by the Imperial Army Non-commissioned Officer School, and thinks that he can do better than the graduates of the Army Non-commissioned Officer School? ”

Although Uemura Shaoza's words, not to mention people like Ishii Tsuyoshio, who are used to flying and domineering, it is difficult for even ordinary people to accept. But fortunately, being thick-skinned and strong words are the strengths of their Ishii family.

Although he was choked up by Uemura Motora's two sentences, which were half ridiculed and half vented the anger in his heart, he couldn't refute it, but Ishii Tsuyoshi relied on the backstage behind him and forcibly said unreasonably: "Uemura Shaoza, even if you are a graduate of the Imperial Army Non-commissioned Officer Academy, if you have to retreat against a group of rabble, then I can only say that you have lost the face of the Imperial Japanese Army." ”

"Although I am not from an orthodox military background, I also know that in the dictionary of the Imperial Japanese Army, the word retreat will never appear, and some only have the word attack. Uemura Shaosa, I warn you, if you take half a step back and fail to deal with these rioters before dawn, the commander of the army will not spare you. When the time comes, you should wash your seppuku and apologize to His Majesty the Emperor. ”

"And if the Kwantung Army Command knows that you are going to retreat in the face of a group of rabble, I'm afraid they won't use you as a coward in the future, right? Don't forget, in this unit, Captain Ishii is still in charge. The reports were all submitted by Commander Ishii. ”

Hearing Takeo Ishii's naked threatening words, although Uemura Motora was unconvinced, he was helpless. Although reluctant, he could only take the precious lives of his soldiers to engage in a hand-to-hand battle with the road that had already rushed up.

Although Uemura didn't think that his trained soldiers would lose in a white-knuckle battle to those who had already been defeated once, he felt that every soldier under his command was precious. And it is impossible to avoid casualties in white-knuckle combat.

It's really not worth exchanging your own soldiers for those long dead roads. The heavy machine gunners who had just been knocked out had been distressing him for a long time. But under the compulsion of Takeo Ishii, he could only reluctantly accept this disproportionate exchange in his eyes.