Murong saw a figure flashing dozens of meters away through the sniper scope, and knew that the Japs were very close to him. At this time, Murong hesitated a little. The first shot should have wounded a Japs, giving an early warning to the brothers in the camp.
The purpose of the second shot has definitely been achieved. Judging from the fact that the Japs are now chasing me, the purpose of attracting the Japs away from the camp has also been achieved, but should we fire the third shot? The more shots are fired, of course.
It could lure the Japanese further away from the camp, but as a sniper, Murong knew that the Japanese sniper who had been standing in front of the Japanese grave for a long time was the biggest threat to him. Until now, he had never seen the Japanese figure again, so he shot himself.
The more times you kill, the greater the chance of being killed by a Japanese sniper.
Alas, "A general will die in a hundred battles, and a strong man will return in ten years." If you go abroad to fight, you have no hope of returning home. "Don't laugh when you lie down drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from fighting in ancient times." They wrap their bodies in horse leather and die in battle.
Perhaps it is the best place for soldiers to end up.
Murong looked back at the motherland in the northeast, made up his mind, and continued shooting.
In the sniper scope, a Japs holding a Hundred-style assault rifle ran toward him in a dodgy manner, using the cover of branches and trunks. Ten meters away from the Japs, another Japs approached him in the same way.
No longer able to hesitate, Murong stared at the Japs attentively, predicted his movement direction, moved the muzzle slightly, steadied his legs, tightened his arms appropriately, touched the trigger with his finger, and aimed at a tree.
The left side of the oak tree trunk was waiting for the Japanese to escape.
A bullet flew out with a "bang", and Murong clearly saw through the sniper scope that the Japanese was shot in the chest and fell to the ground motionless.
With the sound of a gunshot, Murong found that the banana tree in front of him shook a little. He randomly felt that a foreign object had entered his body. Murong fell to the ground and reached out to touch his left abdomen. It was hot and sticky.
Huhu, he was shot. Yuesong realized clearly that he had been shot. Needless to say, it must have been the Japanese sniper who fired the gun. Needless to say, the Japanese sniper's gun had already been aimed before he fired.
Banana tree.
With a "squeak" sound, Murong tore off a piece of cloth from his military uniform jacket. With an expressionless face and no distracting thoughts, he decisively and mechanically wrapped the wound on his abdomen, preparing to continue fighting.
Takizawa didn't know how much damage his shot had caused to the opponent's sniper, but he was sure that the opponent was not dead yet and still had the ability to fight back. Takizawa did not wait for his opponent to appear next to the banana tree again. They were all snipers.
, he knew that was unrealistic, and looking for opportunities to find his opponent again was what he had to do next. Takizawa put away his rifle and moved lightly toward the location where he guessed his opponent might appear.
Nandu heard a gunshot and saw a soldier falling to the ground, not moving at all, with his palms pressed down, while the other soldiers took cover on the spot.
Nandu heard the second gunshot, and couldn't help but secretly rejoiced. This shot should have been fired by Takizawa-kun, although Nandu had never seen Takizawa-kun's combat ability with his own eyes, and had not even heard the description from Squadron Leader Sakagaki.
Yes, but after tracking for so long, Takizawa-kun only fired one shot, which shows that Takizawa-kun is a truly experienced sniper.
Nandu put his fingers together and gestured decisively forward, and the soldiers continued to move forward cautiously.
Only then did Murong feel the unbearable pain in his abdomen. However, his strong willpower allowed Murong to get up from the ground. He covered the wound with one hand and held the sniper rifle with the other. He took steps that were no longer so light. At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind:
Change positions, shoot again, kill one to get enough money, kill two to earn one.
"Two shots at the same time." Biaozi suddenly stood up, "The sniper rifle used by Murong cannot fire continuously. It is not a Garand."
"Captain Hu, if you don't go, it will be too late." Xiao Fuzi urged.
"We can't go." Biaozi sat down on the ground, held Garand tightly with both hands, and involuntarily pulled the bolt of the gun, "We can't go."