"Boom!" With the explosion, the roar once again covered the sound of a rifle popping out. A Japanese machine gunner was glaring and shooting with a machine gun. The muscles on his face were trembling. Unfortunately, this was the last time he shot so happily. The bullets broke his sternum and stirred up a ball of wolf-hearted lungs.

Xu Xiaoyan quickly withdrew his gun and lowered his body. Yes, he can't be insatiable. The superior said: shooting continuously in one place is a taboo in the sniper's rules. If he doesn't run away, it would be too arrogant.

Hu Keping was using a scope to observe other people's actions. Of course, there were other snipers around him hiding in hidden places, observing and learning. They were also amazed at the accuracy and ingenuity of Xu Dayan and others' shooting, as well as the concealment and speed of retreat.

"It's three hundred meters away, just hit wherever you say it. It's really--" Wu Jinsuo also brought a sniper rifle with a scope in his hand. While observing, he frequently made tsk sounds.

"About 260 meters." Hu Keping corrected his algorithm, was silent for a moment, and continued, "Practice well, sooner or later we can catch up with Chief Yang's level."

The sniper effectively slowed down the enemy's advance. As the sun cast the last ray of afterglow, the Japanese and puppet troops fell into the mountains. These lucky people enjoyed the death feast specially prepared by the sniper team of the advance marching army for them in advance.

Although most of the Japanese army had excellent shooting skills, they still did not have complete sniper tactics until after the war, and they could not improve counter-sniper countermeasures. Their snipers were often used as suicide squadrons, and after they entered the enemy's positions, they often lie in ambushing places such as treetops and water towers. Although these places have good vision and wide shooting range, they have no way of retreat. As a result, even if they can succeed in one blow, they will soon be discovered by their opponents and be subject to concentrated attacks.

Moreover, although the Japanese army was equipped with Type 38 sniper rifles in the late war, the number was small, and the quality of the scope was poor. So overall, the Japanese army's sniper battle was not outstanding at all. Although it was brilliant in the battle for the Pacific Islands, it soon turned into ashes under the strong firepower of the US army.

There are black muzzles everywhere, and bullets of hatred may be fired from all directions. The gradually lowered night and pre-set positions provide better protection for snipers.

Although the Japanese army was strong in combat, they were not good at mountain combat, especially this kind of sniper operation. They were used to fighting with their firepower advantages, and were caught off guard by this sudden tactical change.

The most important point is that the complex mountainous terrain had a great impact on the Japanese army's operations. Soldiers in mountain warfare must not only attack the enemy, but also bravely face the combat difficulties caused by cruel terrain factors.

These conditions require low-level officers to be strong in leadership, not only to be in leadership activities, but also to be strong enough in spirit. The Japanese army was able to do this, and their tenacious fighting will is indeed commendable.

However, the leader is strong and does not necessarily make the right plan. Due to the particularity of the mountains, the troops' response time on mountainous terrain is longer than usual. However, the commander who took over the Japanese army could not fully consider the terrain factors when carrying out combat operations, so he made many mistakes in estimating combat time, logistics requirements and troop capabilities.

A shot in the east and a shot in the west, and mines exploded from time to time on the ground, which was a big test for the physical strength and will of the Japanese and puppet troops.

The sky gradually darkened, the snipers' actions became more frequent, and the Japanese and puppet troops were even more soldiers, and the wind and cranes were heard. The mountains and fields were filled with messy gunshots, but the effect was not visible. The Japanese chasing in front were all tilted and could hardly even catch the guns. The Japanese officers were so tired that they were no longer shouting.

The guns and cannons in the distance sounded for a while and stopped again.

As night fell, the Japanese finally gave up on moving forward. First, the soldiers had been running around for most of the day and were already very tired; second, they were moving forward on torches in the dark mountains and forests, which was purely a living target for the enemy; third, even if they were out of the mountains and forests, they had no effect on the overall situation. The sound of guns and cannons in the distance meant that the mountain pass was most likely to have fallen into the hands of the enemy.

The fire was swaying, surrounded by five or six silent guys, their faces changing, and they exchanged glances. After a day, running around and death, the very realistic guys of the Imperial Army were shaken.

"You guys talk about it, what should we do? We are still cannon fodder. I really want to fuck the Japanese?" Liang Yanhui, the captain of the Imperial Army squadron, asked in a deep voice.

After a while, a team leader plucked up his courage and said, "Brother! This matter needs to be discussed carefully. The Japanese are very fierce. If we kill someone, we will be useless to make trouble, and it will be too late to regret it!"

"Those who say this are fucking cowards! Big brother, let's do it, destroy the Japanese devils, otherwise we will all have to throw them here." The team leader Zhao Liansheng pointed to the team leader's nose and cursed: "What should we do to discuss? How many brothers have we died this day? Tomorrow he will die after following the Japanese devils. Do you still want to eat something delicious?"

"You can't say that!" The captain retorted with a red face: "Is that easy for the Japanese? If we don't kill the Japanese, we can help each other and run out directly if we take advantage of the opportunity! We will not offend both sides to death, so we can make a long-term plan in the future."

"Is it a long-term plan a good move? If this national army is defeated by the Japanese, we will plunge into their arms now, wouldn't we beg for trouble?" another puppet army interrupted.

A group of Liang Yanhui's confidants started arguing, but no one allowed them. The more they were, the stronger they became, and even cursed each other on the streets.

With a "bang!", Liang Yanhui slapped the box cannon heavily on the wooden pier. The guys who were making a furious noise immediately did not sound and stared at Liang Yanhui with big eyes.

"Noisy, noisy, fuck you, listen to me." Liang Yanhui pointed at these guys one by one and cursed: "How many left are the Japanese? I don't think there is hope for defeating the National Army. We don't have to be buried with us. Besides, the Japanese are not treating us as human beings. When we are in danger, we will stand in front of us, and when we are resting, we will stay outside and wait for cold guns. They will sleep. When we attack the mountain pass tomorrow, we will definitely let us die."
Chapter completed!