Noyama Omi was lying on the roof of the building, Leng Jun's eyes were constantly looking at the buildings in the streets and alleys opposite, and the 38-meter cover full of bullets was placed next to him. The focus of his search was the distance from the four-story building.
Several private houses within a hundred meters of the small building, especially the roof ridges of those houses and the windows on the second floor diagonally opposite, were always under his peripheral vision.
Last night's street fighting had proved that the Chinese defenders had a small force with a very small number of people but very strong combat effectiveness. The firepower of this small force was one of the few that Noyama Omi had seen in the Chinese army, and they seemed to be in charge of
On a mission to search for imperial infiltration troops in the city, Noyama Omi listened to them wandering around for a long time before leaving last night. If Noyama Omi hadn't taken his fellow villagers out to look for food last night, the two of them might have been arrested.
Those Chinese soldiers surrounded the courtyard, already turning into two corpses at this moment.
Noyama Omi has strong confidence in his marksmanship. From the day he entered the Army Sergeant School, he has never failed to take the first place in every shooting assessment. In the final shooting assessment before graduation, he even ranked first among the training officers in the same period.
Even though he was not in the top five overall, he was awarded an extra silver pocket watch because of his outstanding marksmanship.
Noyama Omi, who was lying on the small building, firmly believed that as long as those Chinese soldiers dared to show their heads today, his bullets would definitely blow their heads off one by one. Just like just now, he blew up the soldier hiding in the window on the second floor.
He did not think that the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side could pose a threat to him, because he had killed at least six Chinese soldiers and two Chinese officers in just one hour.
In Nanjing in December, the temperature was already very low, and it was especially cold in the early morning. Even though Noyama Omi was wearing thin and warm deerskin gloves, her fingers felt stiff, so every ten minutes, he
He had to take off his gloves and put his hands into his military coat to keep warm. He had to keep his fingers sensitive at all times, otherwise the shooting accuracy would be reduced.
Another ten minutes passed, and Noyama Omi felt that his fingers began to stiffen. Just as he was about to take off his gloves, there was sudden movement in the house a hundred meters away, and another window on the second floor that was originally closed
Suddenly being pushed away, Noyama Omi quickly turned the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger without hesitation. Almost at the same time as the gunshot, a figure fell from the window and rested on the window sill.
, Although he was more than a hundred meters away, Noyama Omi seemed to be able to see the tragic scene of the opposite head being hit by a bullet, exploding, and the gunshots flying. Noyama Omi raised the corners of his mouth and smiled cruelly. Gradually, he became a little bit.
I like the smell of killing.
However, the next moment, the smile on Noyama Omi's face froze. In his telescope, the person who was shot by him just now did not seem to be a living person. The color of the corpse that appeared in the telescope was too pale.
, that is definitely not the arm of a normal person, it looks like a corpse that has been dead for several days. Could it be that this is a trap set by the Chinese people? The person who was hit by him just now was basically the bait used to lure him, not the other party.
A dead body was brought here? Noyama Omi's heart was full of questions.
Suddenly, a figure suddenly appeared from behind the roof of the house. Noyama Omi hurriedly raised the muzzle of his gun, but the man on the roof had already fired first. Before he could take a chance, Noyama Omi instinctively turned his head to the side, and then
I felt a heat on my cheek, and quickly hid in the blind spot of the opponent's shooting. Then I stretched out my hand to touch my face, only to find that my hand was covered with blood.
Only then did Noyama Omi realize that it was indeed a trap. It seemed that the other party had not only noticed him, but also locked his position. Obviously, the person he hit in the window on the second floor was just a dead body.
Their purpose was to attract their attention and create opportunities for the Chinese gunman on the roof. Noyama Omi had to admit that he was a little careless just now. The Chinese gunman on the opposite roof was also a ruthless character, at least his shooting speed would not be slower than his own.
If it were a face-to-face duel under equal conditions, Noyama OMi would definitely be confident of killing his opponent, but now that he was injured, Noyama OMi was no longer sure of victory. He went down the ladder to the third floor.
In a room, with the help of fellow villagers, Noyama Omi simply treated the wounds on his face, and then ate a fist-sized raw sweet potato with cold water in the kettle. Although the taste was not very delicious, it was better than
Fighting on an empty stomach.
Since the other party has been targeting it, it means that it is no longer safe here. Noyama Omi, who has had a full stomach, supports the fellow countryman who was shot in the right arm and prepares to move to other places to continue to avoid. "Pop" the bullet shot in from the window.
Hitting fellow Noyama Omi's body, the blood arrow spattered caused half of Noyama Omi's face to bleed. "Pah!" The second bullet fired by the opponent came faster, but Noyama Omi's face was covered with blood.
He had already hid in the corner holding his rifle, and the bullet without a target just made a shallow hole on the ground.
"Pop!" Another bullet came from the opponent, killing Noyama Omi's idea of running to the stairs. "Baga!" Just the second after the opponent fired the third shot, Noyama Omi finally knew why the opponent was so determined.
As he was about to seal himself in the room, a smoke-emitting grenade was thrown in from the window, only two or three meters away from Noyama OMi's body. No YamaOMi had no time to think too much and could only huddle in the corner.
He tried his best to protect his vital parts with his arms. There was a "boom" and the smoke from the explosion rolled out of the window, mixed with some rotating shrapnel.
Noyama Omi was really lucky. The grenade exploded in the house but could not kill him. He was not dead, but he had a lot of wounds on his body. His arms alone were full of scars. This did not include Noyama Omi.
Two holes were drilled out of his thighs by shrapnel. "Dong-dong-dong" footsteps suddenly came from the stairs. Noyama Oo, who was already in a panic, couldn't reach the 38 rifle on the ground, so he put the Nanbu pistol on his waist.
He pulled out the barrel of the gun and held it in his hand.
Noyama Omi made some conclusions based on the footsteps that came from behind, leaned on her elbows to carry herself to the door, and fired three times at the stairs with the Nanbu pistol in her hand, and the footsteps downstairs disappeared.
The buildings fell into silence. Noyama Omi took advantage of this moment to tear open his shirt and simply bandage the wound on his thigh, but the blood flowing from the wound was still leaking downwards along the gaps in the wooden boards of the stairs.
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Liu Yangyang, who was standing against the wall downstairs, dipped his finger into some of the red drippings and put it under his nose to smell it. It was blood. He made a few silent gestures towards the window of the corridor towards the opposite roof ridge. The opposite roof ridge was only a moment away.
There was a light machine gun at the end. "Da da da da da da" Noyama Omi hadn't finished treating the wound on his thigh when he saw the wall facing the window in the room was covered with rubble and dust.
Angrily, Noyama Omi's Nanbu pistol was no match for the opponent's light machine gun, so he could only hold his head and huddle in the opponent's blind spot to avoid the opponent's machine gun fire.
"Boom" Just when Noyama Omi was thankful that she had escaped another disaster, the door beside her was blown into pieces with an explosion, and countless wooden thorns were pushed by the air waves and rushed towards the shocked face.
Noyama OMi, just like the porcupine of Noyama OMizu who was hiding not far away from us. The grenade explosion at close range had made Noyama OMi temporarily deaf, and the wood thorns all over his face and body had caused siltation on the lower part of his body.
There was a small puddle of blood. Facing the Chinese soldiers who had rushed into the room, Noyama Omi wanted to pull the trigger of Nanbu's pistol, but his arm seemed to be out of control and he didn't even have the strength to pull the trigger.
When the smoke in the room had almost cleared, Liu Yangyang, carrying a shell gun, slowly appeared in front of Noyama Omi. He took out the Nanbu pistol from Noyama Omi's hand and looked at it. Liu Yangang waved his hand.
"Cleaning the battlefield." The entire building was searched, and only the bodies of two Japanese soldiers were found, but one of them was a second lieutenant of the Japanese army. This made Liu Yangyang, who had always been dark-faced, somewhat calm down.
The Japanese army continued to attack the city. Liu Yangyang and his men wanted to go to the city gate to help, but they were directly stopped by Xie Chengrui. The 87th Division and the Military Police Teaching Group were competing for the credit for retaking the main city gate. Xie Chengrui
He didn't want the 88th Division, represented by the Second Company, to get involved, so he assigned Liu Yangyang the same task, which was to search for missing Japanese remnants in the Guanghuamen area.
Xie Chengrui is the leader of the teaching team, and Liu Yangyang is just a small company commander. There is no comparison between Liu Yangyang and Xie Chengrui, so Liu Yangyang can only scold Xie Chengrui behind his back. He would never dare to make trouble with Xie Chengrui in person.
He is angry, unless he no longer wants to receive ammunition from the Second Teaching Regiment in the future. "We are the ones who carry guns and eat food. Wherever the commander points, we can only hit where. If anyone is not willing, he can find someone named Xie to make trouble.
I don't care." It wasn't just Liu Yangyang's words that made him angry or some other reason. None of the 15 guys recruited from the rescue station said anything weird secretly.
Discovering that Noyama Omi was just an accident, using a disguised dead body to attract Noyama Omi's attention was naturally Liu Yangyang's idea. Now it seems that the idea was really good. At least Noyama Omi was fooled. If it hadn't been for him
After exposing his position, Liu Yangyang's gunman on the roof couldn't shoot and wounded Noyama Omi. If Noyama Omi hadn't been injured, he wouldn't have just thought about escaping. Liu Yangang and the others downstairs would have
There was no chance to kill Noyama Omi.
"Bring your things, let's change places." Seeing that his soldiers had stripped the two Japanese soldiers into naked pigs, Liu Yangyang picked up Noyama Omi's Nanbu pistol and left, while Tang Cheng took Jiujin with him.
Being on guard outside, Liu Yangyang was somewhat worried.