"Brothers, please pay attention, the Japanese have shown their faces." Duan Er reminded the two brothers.
"Yes." The two replied softly.
Duan Er turned around and looked at the positions of the battalion commander and others, this time they were almost there.
"Zhang Long and Zhang Hu keep an eye on it. I'll deal with the Japs by the oak tree. Zhang Long aims at the one on the left, and Zhang Hu aims at the one on the right." Duan Er guided the two brothers while taking aim.
Zhang Long was lying on the ground, his shooting vision was not very good, and he was kneeling to aim, but he still felt that the ground was uneven and the muzzle of the gun was a bit unstable. At a distance of more than 300 meters, the Japanese were going uphill again, appearing and disappearing.
"Zhang Long, look at me." Duan Er couldn't stand it.
"Oh." Zhang Long was very humble, looking at Brother Duan sitting on the ground, holding the rifle up on his left knee.
"It doesn't look like it. This is a sitting position for shooting. It is not as stable as the lying position, but it has a wider field of view than the lying position and the muzzle is more stable than the kneeling position." Duan Er said.
Zhang Hu saw it and imitated it. The two brothers tried it and found that it was really the case.
"Listen carefully, after firing this shot, roll on the spot, then lie down and wait for the opportunity."
"Why are you rolling?" Zhang Hu asked.
"The Japs are not targets, they will fight back. Don't say that you may not hit when you shoot. Even if you hit, there are other Japs who will shoot immediately." Duan Er said a few words and became a little impatient, "
Prepare, aim at the target, adjust your breathing, estimate the advance, three, two, one, shoot!”
"Bang", "bang" and "bang" were three gunshots, the distance between them was extremely short, but they still did not meet the requirements of Duan 2. At the level of Duan 2, if he was fighting with his old brothers, the three shots would be almost only
a voice.
"Roll." Duan Er turned over and rolled into the concave area he had planned for next to him.
Brothers Zhang Long and Zhang Hu also rolled over quickly, then lay on the ground, waiting for the Japanese bullets to come over.
It was Brother Duan who was so powerful. Several bullets hit the location where the three of them were just now. The bullets shot into the soil under the grass. The dull sound made the two brothers both happy and scared.
"Lie down and don't move. Just stay still. The enemy is climbing the slope and is not that fast. Be ready to shoot with quick aim and wait for my command." Duan Er continued to instruct the two brothers.
Yoshida Shoichi saw a Chinese soldier on the hilltop who killed two soldiers and injured one. He did not feel any regret at all, let alone sadness and anger. As a son of a Japanese noble, in the eyes of most of their officers, these
Soldiers who were born as civilians should have been loyal to Tianhuang and sacrificed their lives for Tianhuang. Their sacrifice was by no means meaningless. Now he knew that his judgment was correct. The Chinese people's target was the motorized infantry brigade, which was heading north.
Follow the motorized infantry group and move forward.
"Fight back!" Yoshida drew his sword and habitually directed his soldiers to fire back at the enemy, and at the same time directed other Japanese soldiers to attack the hilltop.
Pingchuan heard the gunfire, stopped, and carefully identified the gunshots to determine how many guns the man was shooting and the approximate location.
"Mr. Hirakawa, why don't we move forward?" the staff officer asked.
"The gunfire from the Chinese is very rare. We can't be fooled. Let the Major fight with them. Let's move on. I want the Chinese who are stumbling around with their heads down to get into my carefully crafted fishing net." Pingchuan did it wishfully.
His spring and autumn dream of artistically commanding battles.
"Hi." The staff officer thought that Mr. Hirakawa was really powerful.