It's just that the time between them is too short, so short that it's almost hard to tell.
Niu Er and the sharpshooters of the second group had been looking for a suitable position to target the two Japanese light machine gunners as early as five minutes ago.
Because the villagers were blocking the front, the other sharpshooter had to choose to go around to avoid the villagers, thus wasting time.
In just a few minutes, three innocent villagers lost their lives, and Niu Er's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Seeing the vigilance of the leading Japanese soldier through the scope, he immediately shouted to remind Xia Dayu, who was acting as his temporary observer, "Order No. 2, shoot!"
Xia Dayu, who was sent by Tang Dao to train the special operations team, immediately shook the small mirror in his hand to the left. The rising sun refracted the light into the distance. The sharpshooter who had already taken aim at the Japanese machine gun shooter did not hesitate to fire.
"Enemy attack! Hidden! Machine gunner, shoot all Chinese." The moment Okamoto Asahiro heard the gunfire, he quickly rolled down on the spot, roaring desperately while moving towards the nearest side of him.
Roll it away from the millstone.
There, not only are there machine guns, but they can also be used as bunkers.
The Japanese Army Commander Cao, who had been arrogant just now, instinctively chose to save his life. This was also the sequelae of being beaten too many times by Tang Dao and his men.
If it were in the past, with the toughness of the "Strongest on Earth" division, Okamoto Asahiro's best choice would be to immediately approach the Chinese villagers in the rice fields. He could use the human body as a shield and kill those running around.
As soon as the villagers relieved their hatred, they used the gap where the enemy did not dare to shoot at will to observe the enemy's general position and redeploy defense points.
Unfortunately, the once brave coat of the 'strongest' division on the surface has been stripped off by stronger people. Commander Cao of the Japanese Army, who spent more than half a month cautiously, almost inertia chose to save his life.
Of course, he didn't mean that he didn't try to use Chinese villagers as cover. He ordered machine gunners to shoot the Chinese villagers directly opposite not to vent his anger after being attacked, but to cause chaos or to frighten the enemy who was about to attack.
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Okamoto Asahiro has actually worked very hard, trying very hard to show the decision-making level of an acting squad leader when danger approaches.
But later it was proved that his choice was wrong.
The machine gunner is the first player to die.
Because they were just trying to suppress a group of unarmed villagers, one Japanese machine gunner mounted his machine gun on a low wall next to the rice field, while the other simply mounted it directly on a large millstone.
The two Japanese shooters had nothing to cover except the steel helmets on their heads. For two sharpshooters who could hit the target at a distance of 400 meters, this was simply a test.
The bullets fired by the two independent battalion's best sharpshooters were never more than 0.1 seconds apart, hitting two Japanese machine gunners who had pressed down the muzzles of their machine guns.
A bullet was shot from under the brim of the Japanese military helmet, just a little above the bridge of the nose. The hard bridge of the nose did not block the penetration of the sharp-pointed bullet. On the contrary, the bullet was slightly deformed by the impact. The bullet rolled desperately.
This entered the brain cavity and created a blood path.
I don’t know what happened to his brain, but a hole suddenly opened in the bridge of his nose, and he suddenly fell to one side, with his limbs twitching like a skinned frog. You knew that he was not feeling well. .
The other Japanese shooter was not much better.
In order to pursue a one-shot kill, the two marksmen did not choose the more secure chest, but chose the head invariably. The shooters in the second group did not have as good treatment as Niu Er, and they also had a sniper rifle with a scope.
So, he's a little bit crooked.
The bullet that was supposed to hit the center of the helmet hit the Japanese shooter's eye socket.
But that would obviously cause more damage.
The Japanese soldier who was supposed to be killed with one shot could not die for a while. The severe pain made him instinctively drop the machine gun in his hand and fall to the ground rolling desperately, as if to prove with practical actions that "life lies in movement."
"Send a signal to No. 2! Lock the positions of the two machine guns. Whoever dares to take the gun will be killed!" Niu Er calmly ordered Xia Dayu, and then moved the muzzle of the gun to search for several targets he had already set.
'A good sniper must learn to observe the target's environment. Even if the target is alerted, he can determine his trajectory and launch a second attack.' This is what Tang Dao taught him.
Ushiji's target originally included the leader Okamoto Tomahiro. Unfortunately, he determined that the Japanese soldier would inevitably roll to the back of the millstone which was no more than three meters away. That was the blind spot for shooting in his direction. With his current ability, he could not reach the target. Fire two shots in a second, that kind of 'blind sniping' with almost no aiming time, perhaps only Tang Dao can do it.
Therefore, he set his target on the dog trainer and killed him. The wolf dog that could not accept the instructions would fall into chaos in a short time, and he would not be afraid that the wolf dog, which was much faster than humans, would escape.
The Japanese wanted to kill them all, burn them all, and rob them all. How could the Chinese soldiers be so soft-hearted? Their answer was the same: No man or dog would be spared.
Obviously, the Japanese dog handler who was in a more open position wanted to hide in the bunker much farther away. The nearest large locust tree, which was as thick as two people's waists, was still 10 meters away.
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So, he is dead!
The moment Okamoto Asahiro hid in the stone mill, the second bullet fired by Ushiji knocked down the Japanese dog handler who was running towards the big locust tree.
The frightened wolf green dog had already run away, and when it saw its owner lying in a pool of blood, it ran over again and kept sobbing around the owner who was about to die.
In the blink of an eye, the Japanese army had killed three people, but only three seconds had passed.
Calls from the distance also came: "Fellows, get down, all of you get down!"
It was Lao Hei and the soldiers from the guard platoon who were approaching quickly and shouting at the same time. Only in this way can the losses of the villagers be reduced as much as possible.
It was not until this moment that the villagers in the rice fields realized that it was their own troops who had come to kill them.
"Baga! They are here to save the untouchables in China. They are all dead." Okamoto Chaohi, who also heard the shouts, roared through gritted teeth.
Just as he couldn't understand why these villagers risked their lives to hide wounded Chinese soldiers, he also couldn't understand why the Chinese soldiers in the fields who were about to enter a charge from more than 100 meters away wanted to save these useless villagers.
Even though there seemed to be a lot of Chinese, there were dozens of them, but as long as they dared to charge at this distance, the 20 infantrymen under his command would easily kill them.
Although the Chinese sharpshooters are very powerful, in this encounter, with this group of Chinese in hand, he may not necessarily lose.
However, both Japanese and Chinese soldiers thought wrong.
China is a magical land that has no shortage of cowards and has never lacked warriors.
Xiaozhuang Village is a small village. The sun rises and the sun sets. Everyone lives a normal life, but no one knows that because their ancestors were instrumental in the battle to conquer the capital of the Kingdom of Heaven more than 80 years ago, the governor of Xiaozhuang Village surrounded Xiaozhuang Village.
One hundred acres of fertile land was rewarded to him.
Not even a general, but almost every family in Xiaozhuang Village practices martial arts, but they strictly follow the ancestral precepts and don't show off easily.
Perhaps it is only now that the villagers know why the ancestor who has passed away for many years left a last message that every family must be young and strong to practice martial arts diligently. It turns out that it is not for physical fitness, but that one day, there will be troubled times.
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With this skill, there is an extra chance of survival.
This is the wisdom of our ancestors.
They are also descendants of soldiers.
Years of hard work and exercise have given them strong bodies, and more importantly, the military spirit is still in their bones.
"Fight the Japanese devils!" shouted the men who were already planning to fight.
The Chinese, who had been slaughtered like little sheep just now, suddenly pounced on them.
Teenagers, young men in their twenties, adults in their thirties, forties, people in their fifties and even over sixty, as long as they were men, they all roared, even with bare hands.
, they all pounced forward.
No, maybe not just men, but women too.
Except for the old woman who protected her child and fled into the fields, the older girls, younger wives and older aunts all followed the men and rushed over with fists clenched.
There were at least sixty or seventy people.
‘Baga!’ The Japanese who had just set up their rifles and were about to shoot in the distance were stunned.
"Fix the bayonet and charge me!" Lao Hei roared with the veins on his forehead popping.
Those villagers were trying their best to buy him time to charge.
That should be one of the most unforgettable images of the Chinese soldiers who straightened up completely and entered the charging state.
A group of unarmed Chinese villagers rushed towards the Japanese soldiers who were armed with live ammunition.