"Tap tap tap -" A group of people were walking slowly among the ridges in the morning light. The American Alpha military boots on their feet made a soft sound when they stepped on the grass that did not reach the insteps. "

Sigh -" Song Yuanming, who was walking at the front, sighed slightly. He really couldn't understand why they were all Chinese but had different political parties. Is it necessary to be so careful?

"Xiao Song, I'm really sorry. The Kuomintang has never disclosed the frequency and wavelength of their radio station to us, and we can't contact them. Our radio station can only contact Yan'an and our Eighth Route Army Office in Chongqing, but even if

Even if the news is sent, Chairman Chiang probably won’t believe us very much. Therefore, this Japanese army’s battle plan can only be delivered by you personally to Commander Xue Yue of the Ninth Theater Zone, and then he will submit it to the superior."...

·Every word and every word spoken by General Ye Ting was like a steel needle piercing his heart. They are all Chinese, they share the same roots and race, their blood is thicker than water, but they actually have such distrust and grudge against each other. Look at the U.S. military

In the 18th century, these two countries were still hostile to each other. During World War II, they were able to cooperate with each other, supporting each other and relying on each other for life and death. Alas - this is really unimaginable.

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"Boss, try it. The tiger king just picked it." The rabbit stretched out his hand, and in his palm were two freshly washed wild fruits. They were red and bright, exuding a fragrant aroma and stimulating appetite. Song, Yuan and Ming were also not interested.

He recognized the fruit and took a bite. He thought it tasted good and was probably not a poisonous fruit. He swallowed the fruit in two mouthfuls and said, "Tiger King, thank you for finding such a delicious thing."

"Boss, why are our brothers so polite?" Tiger King smiled and waved his hand carelessly. "Bah bang -" Several gunshots were faintly heard from the plains in the distance.

These people are the best snipers, and hearing is also one of the compulsory subjects. These gunshots are obviously the sounds of the little devils. However, there are no Chinese troops stationed nearby. The devils are attacking them.

Who attacks?

"Song Yuanming, who are the Japanese shooting at?" Everyone quickly ran towards the plain. Liu Ling in the team asked. An Qing also nodded and agreed: "I haven't heard of any.

The troops are nearby."

"The little devils are not attacking anyone. Their gunshots are very rhythmic and methodical, and there is no sound of mortars and 92nd Infantry Artillery." Song Yuanming said calmly, "I guess... they

They are attacking the common people."

"These crazy little devils!!!" Dongcheng and Xie Yunhan in the team roared in unison. Dongcheng has lived a life away from home since the "September 18th" incident in 1931. For Japan

Seeing the atrocities of the Japanese, he was almost numb. Song Yuanming gestured to everyone to take cover. He lay down on a grassy hill, looked with a telescope in the direction of the gunfire, and continued: "In recent times, we have been making trouble.

The commotion is really too big, and the Japanese have no place to vent their anger, so they can only vent their anger on the common people."

Through the telescope, a group of ordinary people in shabby clothes were scattered on the trail. The machine guns of the Japanese armored vehicles were aimed at the crowd and fired fiercely. A small group of Japanese soldiers followed the armored vehicles and fired when they saw any living civilians.

Or last hit.

"What the fuck!!!" Song Yuanming threw the telescope back into the backpack on his back, "Get ready to fight!!!"

"But boss, brothers don't have much ammunition anymore." A sniper said cautiously.

"I don't care so much, it's important to save people, otherwise none of these people will survive!!!" Song Yuanming's eyes had turned a faint blood red due to excessive anger, with murderous intent. He pressed a row of bullets into the magazine

Li: "Let me tell you, these are our fellow villagers. If we don't save them, it would be a dereliction of duty on our part as soldiers! Those who dare to retreat or those who are timid, first ask me if I can answer my bullets! Fuck him, son of a bitch!"

!!!”

"Fuck that son of a bitch!!!" Tiger King was the first to yell, and after the first one, there was a second one, and everyone's bloody energy had been completely burned. "Wha—

—" The Japanese soldier who was originally aiming his gun at an uncle who was carrying a load was hit in the lower back by a bursting bullet. His entire spine was shattered and he was bleeding profusely. He was about to die.

"The enemy! It's the hunter team! The hunter team is behind!!!" (Japanese) The leader of the Japanese team shouted loudly, and the rest of the Japanese army immediately gave up chasing this group of civilians and turned their guns towards Song Yuanming.

They fired. When the armored vehicle driving not far away heard the shouts of the squad leader, it immediately turned around and pounced towards Song Yuanming and the others.

As a professional soldier, what makes him most proud is when his opponent calls his name and charges at him. Now Song Yuanming is in such a situation, but he can't feel even a little proud now.

A small group of Japanese troops charging with armored vehicles, the intensity of the firepower was a bit too much to bear. "Whoosh!" Bullets whizzed past my ears from time to time, or hit the earth and rocks in front of me, splashing with mud or sparks. "

Bang bang bang bang - "The machine gun on the armored vehicle also opened fire at them, "Boom boom -" Two grenades fired from grenades exploded around them, and the scattered pieces directly cut open Song Yuanming's cheek.

There was a long gash.

"Boss, the enemy's firepower is too fierce!!!" Rabbit hunched over and ran over under the cover of the surrounding grassy hills. Bullets and artillery shells flew by from time to time. He raised his head suddenly and fired the semi-automatic sniper rifle in his hand.

Two shots were fired. One shot hit the front window of the armored vehicle. The front window was protected by a metal lily. The bullet bounced off without causing any damage. The other shot knocked down a grenadier.

The devil in the tube.

"Notify everyone, fight and retreat at the same time. As long as the Japs are lured away, the common people will be safe, and then we will find a way to escape!!!" Song Yuanming said loudly, "Boom, boom, boom--" More dense grenades were dropped nearby.

, setting off bursts of fire and mud. Song Yuanming's face changed, "Quickly retreat, the Japanese have positioned us, don't stay in one place and fight to the death, fight and retreat at the same time!!!"

As soon as he pulled the rabbit away from the grassy hill where he was hiding, at least ten grenades hit the surrounding grassy hill. The huge explosion flattened the grassy hill. Song Yuanming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Retreat!!

! Play kite flying with these devils and let these idiots die!!!" (Author's note: Kite flying is a jargon term for snipers. It usually means that snipers retreat while attacking, gradually consuming the enemy's vitality with the help of distance advantage.

Pay attention to teamwork and the personal qualities of a sniper.)

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This book has reached its second volume. The peak showdown between the two ace snipers, Song Yuanming and Sakata Masao, I hope readers will not miss it. In addition, this book has officially received its first gift and print since its publication.
Chapter completed!