There was a muffled sound of "poof", and the Japanese soldiers died in an instant, and they looked insignificant in the dust. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

With a "tearing" sound, the dagger was withdrawn from the neck piercing, the blood gurgled and flowed, and there was not a single sound from beginning to end, and the dust rustled down.

Yangguan can vaguely see the scenery within one meter, vague, but barely distinguishable, within three meters to perceive the rhythm and breath of life, easily distinguish the position of the Japanese soldiers.

He was light-handed, but quick and agile, rushing between the Japanese soldiers, killing them with swords, and at the same time collecting melon grenades and packing them away with a trouser leg.

"Your Excellency Ono, the Chinese marksman is dead, the next round is 105 howitzer bombardment, even if there is a steel body, it will die, long live the emperor!" The Japanese soldiers are flattering.

The three consecutive rings of Yangguan killed the soul, and almost all the Japanese soldiers were hiding on the left side of the street, avoiding the sniper of terror and suffocation, and all of them lay in an area of about two meters, stretching all the way.

"Yo Xi, cheer up, the Great Japanese Empire is invincible, long live the Emperor, long live the Flower Girl!" Lieutenant Ono rises up.

Shao Zuo, Captain, Ensign and many imperial elites have suffered heavy losses, and they died before they were born, and no one can afford to be held accountable.

If a single round of artillery bombardment can eliminate the marksman, all the guilt will be invisible, and it will be possible to be promoted to captain or junior sashi, which makes Ono's reverie flutter.

"Long live the emperor, long live the flower girl......" a group of two cargo soldiers shouted, and the sound continued for a long time, but it became weaker and weaker.

"Poof, poof!" Yangguan continues to harvest his life, and every knife is a consolation, washing, and deserving of sin, only in this way can countless unjust souls rest in peace!

He had never learned the art of killing, but he remembered the image of a sheep being slaughtered, cutting his throat and bleeding through his vocal cords, causing the sheep to lose a single sound and die of spasms.

At that time, Yangguan protected the sheep like his life, no one could kill the sheep, even Wang Hongjie and Shi Niang's words did not work very well, and they died to the end, and they were scolded and whipped.

Whenever sheep are slaughtered and sold, Wang Hongjie will try his best to open the Yangguan, and everything is carried out quietly.

The only exception was that the sheep were not in place when they were slaughtered, causing the sheep to cry for their lives, and Yangguan rushed to the scene desperately, regardless of the big trouble.

That time, Han Qiming was ruthless, asked a group of nurses to block Yangguan from approaching, and slaughtered more than a dozen sheep in a row, bloody and bubbling without making a few sounds.

Yang Guan was almost insane at that moment, deeply imprinted, and the first scar was imprinted on his young heart, which is still fresh in his memory and never forgotten.

At this moment, Yang Guan has a clear mind and does not know the skills of killing, but starting with the scene of slaughtering a sheep, the Japanese do not speak out as the criterion, and use a dagger through the throat, which has been tried and tested repeatedly.

In fact, Yangguan was very depressed, his body and mind were heavy, his throat was as bad as lead, and he was annoyed, resentful, unwilling and crazy intertwined, and only then did he start a slaughter that was almost death-seeking.

Looking back on his sniping process, it is not difficult to find that there are many drawbacks, not the sharpshooter in the Japanese mouth, but a terrible novice.

The national * army and the Japanese soldiers fought on Huade Road, and the sacks and sandbags were used as bunkers to resist the enemy, with a height of nearly two meters, a minimum of 50 centimeters, and a thickness of more than one meter, so as to ensure personal safety.

Sacks and sandbags are used as bunkers all over the world to avoid excessive damage from shelling, like stones, bricks and trees, which is undoubtedly an alternative shrapnel.

Yangguan was on the left flank at that time, and the sandbag bunkers of the Japanese soldiers were completely exposed, and the cross-section of the whole body was unobstructed.

The sniper ray is a diagonal line penetrating, piercing any position of the upper body, the degree of damage is huge, the entrance bullet hole, the exit is a burst wound, and the internal injury is a mess.

The Hongjie 7.7 sniper he used, with a barrel that is one meter long, has high precision, huge lethality, and a diagonal penetration, with a very high lethal rate.

However, none of the bullets sniped by Yangguan hit the target perfectly, and basically all of them were offset by more than five centimeters, which was the appearance of nine rings according to the target.

Because the diagonal line pierced the body of the Japanese soldier, it caused the phenomenon of shooting death.

However, Yang knows better than anyone that such a level of shooting is scum, and the gap between it and his ideal is too big for him to accept reality.

The level of 100-meter sniping is still like this, what about a little farther? The aiming error of 100 meters is one millimeter, and the deviation of the target is 24 centimeters, and it is not difficult to imagine the result at a distance.

Yangguan sniped more than a dozen Japanese soldiers, and the bullets were not fake, but they were not ideal. If it weren't for more than ten years of stupid precipitation, the mentality of being as silent as water, and the assistance of extraordinary strength, a Japanese soldier would not have been able to kill him.

He has all the qualities of a sniper, and all of them are superb, his eyesight is twice that of ordinary people, his mind is calm and calm, his physical fitness is not a problem, and he is very theoretical.

Therefore, the effect of sniping is not good, and Yang Guan feels sorry for his teacher's expectations, which is more than ten years of teaching and edification, and such results cannot be changed.

Heart disease, yes, Yangguan is eager for revenge, chasing and killing Inuyoichiro to no avail, archery skills are unsightly, and since the first shot missed the target, his mentality has been shaken.

Yangguan is too young, misses his teacher and his mother, and never leaves that warm scene, nostalgic and forgetful, intoxicated and unwilling to extricate himself.

He was too eager and blind, thinking that the best results could make his teacher blind, and he had not wasted the grace of more than ten years of teaching, and made the mistake of being anxious for quick success.

In essence, Yangguan has been living in memory since the awakening of Nirvana, and he is indifferent to everything except the killing of the Japanese and matters related to revenge.

Worrying about the country and the people is all the fruit of the irrigation of the teacher, including the favor of the Communist Party, which is also the cause of edification.

In other words, the current Yangguan is not living for himself, everything is the influence of his teacher, and he strives to complete Wang Hongjie's lifelong ambition, serve the country, and expel foreign humiliation.

Yangguan has never been able to get out of the shadow of the tragic death of his teacher and his mother, and he only thinks about doing something for the second elder, even if it is a little bit, otherwise he will collapse, and life is better than death.

He violently beat the arrogant and domineering Japanese, although he had murderous intentions, but his pure nature endured until the outbreak of war, and his gloomy heart was active.

"Holding a weapon is a baptist, an executioner, an anti-peace radical, the crime deserves death, and a thousand knives are not exaggerated!"

Wang Hongjie's teachings and Yangguan's memory are still fresh, and he acts according to the rules step by step, living and free, Wang Hongjie is second, and he has a shadow life, but he has some of his own unique style.

It is unknown when Yangguan will fully wake up and live his true life, at least it will not be possible in a short time, and it is especially dangerous at this moment, and he will be alone in the Japanese soldiers, and he will be fat!

"Poof, poof!" Another Japanese soldier died unexpectedly, his head was pressed to the ground, his throat was gushing blood, his eyes were white, his whole body was spasmodic, and his hands and feet were constantly scratching and kicking.

"Whoa!" A pile of broken bricks was kicked by it, and it was loud and weird.

"Bage, who's in front, what's going on?" Lieutenant Ono scolded, keenly sensing the crisis.

Yangguan slaughtered more than a dozen Japanese soldiers in a row, and the fresh blood and qi surged, revealing a little warmth, which was especially obvious in the scorched smoke and dust, and it was not difficult for sensitive and vigilant people to find it.

"Your Excellency Lieutenant Ono, my subordinate just fell and is fine now." Yoseki replied with a fluent Tokyo accent, without the slightest intention of stopping, and replied while slaughtering.

Wang Hongjie had good intentions and forced Yangguan to learn Japanese and English, and the Japanese requirements were particularly harsh, which laid the foundation for Yangguan.

"Yo Xi, you're from Tokyo, come and help me!" Lieutenant Ono was suspicious, and there were no Tokyoites in the entire squadron, so he was instantly vigilant.

Huade Road, which is several meters wide, is difficult for the brigade to deploy, Shao Zuo personally commanded on the battlefield, and after several hours of fighting, the casualties were also very heavy, and the squadron of 250 people was less than 100 people.

There are more than 1,000 people in the entire brigade, and it is not easy to identify the mixed personnel, but Ono is precisely the squadron leader, and he knows the situation of his subordinates well.

Lieutenant Ono was very nervous, and the southern pistol was aimed at the place where the sound was made, and he shot as soon as he saw the figure, and he would rather kill the wrong person than let it go, his eyes flashed fiercely, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

He can't scream and give orders to shoot, because he will cause accidental injuries under the smoke and dust, mainly because he is worried about letting go of the spies, and even thinks of being a marksman, making meritorious achievements and being loyal to the emperor.

Ono was gambling, cold sweat was rolling down his forehead, and his right hand holding Wang Ba's shell trembled, waiting for the rewriting of fate.

"Hey, Your Excellency Lieutenant, wait a minute, the smoke is too big to see clearly, I'll go over now!" Yang Guan's eyes were raised, and he vaguely felt the murderous aura two meters away.

He was like being targeted by a poisonous snake, and instantly guessed that it was the gloomy muzzle of the gun, although he didn't understand why, but he leaned down vigilantly and quietly approached the target.

"Bage, hurry up, don't grind......" Xiao Ambition panicked and kept urging.

"Boom, boom, boom......" 105 howitzers bombarded in clusters, and the air waves and smoke filled the sky, mixed with shrapnel and stones, roaring and firing, which was amazing.

"Whoosh, poof!" Yang Guan stepped forward and attacked decisively.

"Ah, kill ......," Ono died in exclamation.