If you shoot a black gun in front of me, you either want to die or you don't want to live! Song Yuanming thought bitterly in his heart, but the scope kept searching for suspicious areas. "Bang——" Japanese-made 97-style The muffled sound of the sniper rifle sounded again, and a Chinese machine gunner in the city wall fortification was unfortunately hit. He opened his eyes wide and fell to the ground unwillingly.

"Be careful, there is more than one Japanese sniper!!!" Song Yuanming shouted loudly, and Crosshair quickly chased the sniper who fired the gun. The Japanese sniper that was previously ambushed was left to his men to find. " "Pengpeng——" The Japanese sniper's movements were very flexible. Song Yuanming fired two shots and failed to hit him. The bullets just chased the afterimage of the sniper, hitting the soil or rocks in vain, and burst out with a burst of fire. A cloud of mud or a cluster of sparks.

As he was chasing the Japanese sniper with his gun, a cold feeling suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart. This is the ability to predict the battlefield that can only be honed through many battles. This cold feeling made Song Yuanming quickly lie down and hide. " Phew—" A bullet flew quickly, drilling a bloody hole in his shoulder blade. Fortunately, he dodged quickly, otherwise the shot would have hit the center of the eyebrow instead of the shoulder blade.

Horror, unprecedented horror! I had never felt such a sense of oppression when the Japanese army attacked the city before. This is the endless shock brought by the snipers on the battlefield. Everyone lowered their heads and relied on The incomplete crenellated walls of the city cover you. Because in this environment, once you show your head, a bullet will quickly find you and take you to Fengdu to report to the Lord of Hell.

"Boss, the other party's background is not simple." Feng leaned against the wall and whispered.

"Snipers, all the opponents are well-trained snipers. Masao Sakata, it must be him, this is Masao Sakata's sniper team." Song Yuanming analyzed calmly, this time he really met his opponent.

"Boss, what should we do? The opponent looks very powerful." Qinan hid in the position on the other side and asked Song Yuanming.

"It's not that they are powerful, but we don't know their details. We don't know how many people there are on the other side, what their training status is, and what their weapons and equipment are." Song Yuanming stretched out his hand to a soldier: "Let me borrow your helmet. I'll use it."

"Sir Song, here you go." The soldier handed the helmet to Song Yuanming. Song Yuanming put the helmet on his gun and slowly stretched it out, just like a soldier trying to poke his head out to detect the situation outside the city. "Don't shoot yet. Gun——" (Japanese) In the Japanese sniper's scope, he saw the helmet rising slowly. A sniper was about to shoot, but was stopped by his companions: "Chief Sakata taught us this. This is a tactic used by Chinese snipers to lure the enemy. The purpose is to expose our target." (Japanese)

"Yes, I understand." (Japanese) The sniper nodded and continued to search for the national soldiers who were slightly exposed on the fortifications on the city. However, after searching around, it was in vain, so he had to remain on alert in frustration. The battlefield For a moment, there was a terrible silence. The recruits were afraid of the sound of cannons, and the veterans were afraid of the silence, because behind this dead silence were conspiracy that had been brewing for a long time.

"Tmd, you stupid little devil, you are so cunning and cunning, you didn't fall for it!!!" Song Yuanming took back the helmet bitterly. After one plan failed, he found another one. He will kill these damn snipers no matter what today. He took it out. He took out a small round mirror from his pocket. It was given to him by An Qing when he first came to Nanchang. An Qing said that Song Yuanming was always gray-faced and didn't pay attention to cleanliness at all. This mirror was just for him. Song, Yuan and Ming didn't care about trimming. Soldiers go to the battlefield and go through life and death, so being dirty is nothing. But An Qing gave it to him. This guy was so shameless that he used this mirror as a token of love.

"Alas, it seems that this token of love is going to be destroyed today." Song Yuanming held up a small mirror and slowly probed the gap in the wall. The small mirror glowed dazzlingly under the sunlight. "Bang bang bang bang."

——" There were four gunshots, and the small mirror was instantly shattered by bullets. Using a helmet may not be able to draw out the sniper, but the mirror is different. Mirrors reflect light just like sniper scopes, and they are so far apart.

, who could see clearly, so the Japanese sniper used the small mirror as a sniper's scope and immediately opened fire.

"There are one group of snipers each at one o'clock, three o'clock and five o'clock. Kill them!!!" Song Yuanming immediately determined the direction of the snipers based on the direction in which the bullets were fired. "Fight these idiots!

!!" Lieutenant Feng was the first to hold up his gun and fire at the position designated by Song Yuanming.

"No, it's exposed, retreat quickly!!!" (Japanese) Snipers mainly rely on surprise and precise marksmanship. Once surrounded by a large force, they will have no choice but to wait and be killed. Although these Japanese snipers do not have

They were surrounded, but they couldn't withstand the rain of bullets pouring down from the city wall. In the sniper scope, a dozen Japanese snipers wearing grass-leaf ghillie suits were dodging the rain of bullets and retreating quickly.

"Bang -" Song Yuanming opened fire and knocked down a Japanese sniper. "Take aim and hit me. Don't waste ammunition."

After Song Yuanming gave this order, the Nationalist soldiers and snipers on the city immediately changed their attack mode, knocking down the retreating Japanese snipers one after another. A few snipers took advantage of the cover of the terrain.

He ran towards the Japanese position in the distance, but he was also extremely embarrassed.

"Boss, this time we really met our opponent. We killed eleven Japanese snipers, but we also lost about the same number of brothers." Rabbit reported the results to Song Yuanming, and Song Yuanming heard

This comparison of casualties made him unable to sit still. He punched the battlements with his fists, and several green bricks loosened by the artillery fire fell down the high city wall: "Damn it, I have been fighting for so long.

, I have never done such a loss-making business. The battle loss is one to one, loss, such a fucking loss!!!" I was in a state of excitement when I punched the wall just now, but now the anger has dissipated a lot, and on my hands

The pain was also very intense. He got a piece of gauze and wrapped it up for himself. Song Yuanming continued to ask: "Besides casualties, do we have any other losses? For example, city defense, weapons and ammunition, etc."

"There are still plenty of weapons and ammunition, but this city defense...the city wall has been scarred by large-scale bombing and artillery shelling by the Japanese army. I'm worried about whether it can withstand the attacks of the Japanese."

A round of impact." Rabbit said very worriedly.

"It is completely impossible to withstand the enemy's tanks and artillery with this city wall alone. We must turn Nanchang City into a big fortress. We must engage in street fighting, guerrilla warfare, sparrow warfare, and harassment warfare. We must defeat the enemy who steps into this city.

You can’t live in peace! Also, send people to collect all the corpses of the Japanese outside the city, as well as weapons and ammunition, and be careful if the Japanese send snipers again.”

"Okay, I got it." Rabbit responded, personally selected two groups of people, and went out to do things in the city. On the city tower, Song Yuanming's eyes were staring at the sky in the distance. The sun was hanging above everyone's heads. There was a solar eclipse.

It has already passed. Although the sunlight brought endless heat to the earth, Song Yuanming felt an icy chill from the soles of his feet to his whole body. Masao Sakata! This name is engraved in his bones. As long as he stays here for one day, this
Chapter completed!