"The night gave me black eyes, but I am looking for the damn Japanese!"
Tang Dao locked on the figure of a Japanese soldier sneaking towards this side under the moonlight. The moment before he pulled the trigger brazenly, he murmured in a very literary and artistic style.
Yang Xiaoshan......
As the leading Japanese sergeant fell down, a small team of more than 40 Japanese soldiers who were searching forward hid in the ruins.
Tang Dao's gun did not stop. Just one second later, he fired again, knocking down a Japanese soldier who was hiding behind the wooden door in a hurry.
The dead Japanese soldiers probably didn't know that there was an ability in this world called 'prejudgment'.
Before Tang Dao fired his first shot, he had already observed the location of the Japanese troops with bright lights 50 meters away, and predicted where these fertilized rabbits, oh no, the frightened rabbits would hide, which was worse than aiming at the people themselves.
Be simpler.
In less than six seconds, Tang Dao fired five shots in a row, emptying all five bullets loaded in the formal rifle. The result was three deaths and two injuries.
This is because of the darkness of night. If it were during the day, the five Japanese soldiers targeted by Tang Dao would basically be dead.
Darkness is fair.
While the night gave the Japanese troops enough cover, it also gave Tang Dao, who was lying beside the window of a dilapidated three-story building, a thick protective color.
It wasn't until Tang Dao fired five rounds of ammunition that he took Yang Xiaoshan, who was his observer, and jumped down from the small building to escape quickly. The Japanese army, which was somewhat panicked when they were suddenly attacked, locked onto Tang Dao's general target from the sound of gunshots and the red light of flames erupting from the muzzle.
Location.
"Da da da!" The Taisho 11 young machine gun roared, and more than thirty rifles fired continuously, beating the walls of the dilapidated small building until dust kept flying.
Then, two grenades ferociously flew four grenades in two waves, causing the roof and walls of the small building to become a mess.
The well-trained characteristics of the Japanese army were undoubtedly evident in this round of counterattack, but they seemed a bit sad.
Because, when the flares were fired into the sky and the Japanese soldiers fired angrily at the target area, they were very depressed to see that the two figures had already left the small building twenty or thirty meters away and penetrated into the ruins that were out of sight.
"Baga! Go after them and kill them." Kurokawa Orizo, who followed the second team under his command, ordered with splitting eyes and blazing anger.
Of course, Kurokawa Orizo was very angry. Just forty minutes ago, he had already lost a small squadron. The 200-man infantry squadron that had just been replenished and reached full strength had become 180 men in less than 24 hours. This
Forget it, it’s war! Are there any immortals?
However, it was just a close reconnaissance, and his entire infantry squadron was dispatched. Just when he thought that the Chinese would not dare to stroke him unless they had more than one infantry battalion, the Chinese jumped out and slapped him in the face.
Killed five more of his people.
No, it should be nine people. Those two unlucky guys who were shot in the legs must not send four people to carry them back!
If I had to use one sentence to describe the Japanese Army Lieutenant's state of mind at this time, it could only be: I thought that I was forced to have sex once, and I thought I was being fucked, but before I could finish comforting myself, Baga...
He was pushed to the ground and a plate was handed to him, but he still followed a different path. What was even more outrageous was that he was not even given any lubrication, but was forced on him.
Even if Kurokawa Weaving still has some sense left and thinks that either the Chinese are too crazy or there is fraud, how can the more than 100 imperial warriors under his command endure it?
If he could tolerate this, he would be considered a coward by the entire squadron, even if he didn't say it because of his majesty as the squadron leader.
Besides, the top soldiers have already conducted reconnaissance. There are at most more than a hundred Chinese people, and most of them are hiding in that building. Their final destination is to huddle and wait to die.
The nearly 200 men under his command are a nightmare for the Chinese. They have almost a crushing advantage. What reason does he have not to pursue them?
The Japanese lieutenant, who was thinking a lot, gave an order to start with a small team. The two teams were separated on the left and right wings and advanced forward in a flat triangular formation.
Although he was very angry, Kurokawa Weaving still maintained the last trace of clarity, and the Japanese army's formation was still rigorous and not scattered, which was enough to cope with any crisis.
Now that the war has begun, the Japanese army has no intention of sneaking around, and they are not stingy with the flares. "Dong, dong, dong!" Three consecutive illumination bombs were fired high into the sky, illuminating the area more than 300 meters in front of the Sihang Warehouse in white.
The Sihang Warehouse in the darkness in the distance did not react at all, like a sleeping giant beast.
"They are just a bunch of pitiful cowards who only dare to stay in the bunker and wait to die." Kurokawa Weizou looked forward ferociously and angrily belittled his opponents.
The two Chinese who had used black guns before were extremely cunning. They always hid in the ruins the moment the flares took off, and started to flee the moment darkness came. The infantry team in the lead chased them for nearly 100 meters without catching them.
How about it.
This almost cat-and-mouse game made the Japanese army more and more crazy. They did not realize that the previously strict formation had gradually changed its appearance. The two infantry squads on the wings were lagging behind because they were more cautious, and they did
The infantry team for Arrow had separated from them and reached more than 70 meters away.
In the daytime, of course it would be okay. The Type 38 rifle's effective range of up to 400 meters can completely make up for the distance of dozens of meters.
However, this was at night, and no matter how bright the moonlight was, the distance of more than 70 meters exceeded the limit of human vision.
Unless they can maintain the intensity of the flares, it is obvious that the Japanese are not rich.
Therefore, at the moment about 200 meters away from the Sixing Warehouse, the Japanese team in front was attacked by the first wave.
However, it's not from bullets.
But it comes from under your feet.
Someone, unfortunately, stepped on an infantry mine.
With a loud bang of "Boom!", the two legs flew high, and the blood splashed in all directions directly washed the face of the Japanese sergeant seven or eight meters away. At the same time, it also brought back the excitement of the Japanese army.
Eye.
They actually entered a minefield?
The shameless Chinese actually planted landmines here?
Maybe, it's just a coincidence?
When another Japanese soldier habitually lay down in the dust, was blown away, and his entire chest was torn open by an infantry mine, the moment he died without even a miserable cry, all luck was gone.
"Baga! Don't move, everyone pay attention to the ground! Retreat!" The face of the Japanese second lieutenant team leader looked pale in the moonlight.
Entering a minefield means death. This is common sense, because you don’t know whether the land under your feet is safe. If you want to leave safely, you can’t unless you open your eyes carefully and carefully see every piece of land under your feet and move carefully, or grow wings and become a human.
Adult birdman.
But that is under the premise that there are no bullets flying over.
But obviously, this can only be a luxury hope.
Tang Dao teased them for a long time like a street girl, and finally lured these forty or fifty people into the minefield. How could he let them leave so easily?
"Hunt freely!" Tang Dao gave an order to Yang Xiaoshan who was five meters away, and then fired.
A Japanese grenadier rolled over and fell.
Yang Xiaoshan also locked his target and fired, also a grenade shooter.
That is the unit that poses the greatest threat to them. The others, no matter how accurate their marksmanship is, are nothing more than chickens and dogs.
No one can shoot as calmly and accurately as before when there are landmines at their feet. Even though the Japanese army is strong, they can't.
Yang Xiaoshan admired his new platoon leader to the core, because he knew that the entire Japanese team in front of him had already stepped into the minefield, and most of its feet had already stepped into the Hall of Hell.
Not far away, gunfire like popping beans rang out, which was the unique gunfire of the MP28 submachine gun.
The firepower of the 22 submachine guns of the two infantry squads ambushed in the ruins near the minefield is no less than 20 light machine guns within a range of 40 meters.
According to its rate of fire of 400 rounds per minute, it means that every second, more than a hundred rounds of bullets are poured into the Japanese squad of nearly 40 people.
