Chapter 434

A four-legged animal like a dog is not as good as a human. Boom! ~ The shrapnel of the Japanese melon grenade broke out, making the military dogs who didn't know how to avoid it scream. Even if they threw it around, they killed two dogs on the spot. Half of the dog's corpse was blown away with dog blood. Many military dogs were even injured. The snow-white snow was covered with bloody red.

Although the few dogs were not injured, they were scared to the point of being in a panic and ran around in panic. Grenades were enough to kill people, not to mention slaughtering two dogs, which was quite shocking to the explosion of animals.

Only two or three stubborn military dogs remained unwilling to give up, ignored the injuries they had on their bodies, and continued to bark and pounce on Fan Guowen.

Fan Guowen frowned panting. Even if there were only two or three military dogs, he would not be careless. Although it was not enough to pose a fatal threat to him, he would not be as knowledgeable as a dog.

Several gunshots rang out in front of Fan Guowen, and several bullets whistled past Fan Guowen, flew backwards through his side. With the sobbing and whimpering sounds, the military dogs chasing Fan Guowen were beaten to the ground and fell to the snow.

Seeing the sharpshooters running in front turn around and fire at the military dog ​​behind him, Fan Guowen had no gratitude on his face, and said with an annoyance: "What bullets are wasted? Can't you use a knife?!"

The bullets issued by the sharpshooter were all special products, and all three bullets hit the dog. This shows how good the expression on Fan Guowen's face would be. He didn't expect that he would throw a grenade and just now he just threw a dog to play with it.

"See it! Here!" A shout came from behind. It was obvious that Fan Guowen and the others had fallen into the gaze of the pursuers. The gunfire just now was too harsh.

Fan Guowen staggered forward in the snow with five sharpshooters. When he was about to look back at the pursuit, he suddenly felt his scalp explode and a chill rushed straight from his tailbone. Almost a subconscious conditioned reflex rushed forward.

As Fan Guowen rushed into the snow in front of him, a bullet whistled and a handful of snow powder exploded a foot in front of Fan Guowen's head.

"Mom, it's so dangerous!" This time Fan Guowen Dan was facing death. This time, he felt very uneasy. Someone just now aimed at his head with a gun. This feeling has never been done before. The instinct that has been tempered in the field of life and death is hard to explain or understand.

Fan Guowen jumped up from the ground and said in a hurry: "Be careful, the enemy also has sharpshooters!" As he said that, he lifted up the gun and looked behind him without looking at him.

A scream came from afar behind him, and a figure rolled over in the snow and rolled twice and stopped moving. Just now, this guy shouted at the top of his voice.

"Prepare to counterattack!" Fan Guowen slowed down. The shot that the enemy had just shot at the head was extremely threatening. He did not dare to run wildly in front of such sharpshooters, leaving the blind spots of his back and perspective to the enemy. It was almost the same as sending death.

Under the strict combat discipline of the 12th District Team, five sharpshooters took the terrain and used the ditch and rocks to quickly set up a defensive attack formation, digging ice next to them at the same time, and digging out a shallow individual bunker.

The sharpshooters did not stop. They almost rotated and alternate shooting, and each shot had an enemy plunged into the snow. When they saw the King of Hell, they were sniper rapid shooting on the battlefield. They were almost the basic skills of the fifth company's sharpshooters.

"Company Commander! The enemy won't have sharpshooters too! At most, it's right to shoot at the right time, which is far inferior to us." A sharpshooter whispered at Fan Guowen. In the past experience of fighting, few enemy soldiers' gun skills could reach the level of the fifth company. The precision gun skills of sharpshooters are not only related to hard work and a large amount of bullets, but also closely related to talent.

"Don't be careless, I just had a premonition that there are masters in the enemy!" Fan Guowen shook his head. The bullet belts of his five soldiers were equipped with more than 100 bullets. For the sharpshooter, a bullet represents the life of an enemy, so there is no need to worry about running out of ammunition and food.

Fan Guowen and others almost used precise strikes to kill the enemies within the best range of the Type 38 rifle. Although the number of enemies chasing them was dozens of times more than the six of them, they could not withstand such a shot. They were still shouting to surround them desperately, but now they were turtles crawling. They didn't dare to raise their heads in the snow nest.

In just a few minutes, Fan Guowen and five sharpshooters directly let out a small team of enemy soldiers, almost not injured. The principle of the 12th District Team has always been to kill him if he seized the opportunity.

Seeing the pursuers behind him, he seemed not to dare to get too close. A sharpshooter quietly began to move first. As soon as he took a few steps, he heard a gunshot in the distance.

"Ah!" The sharpshooter exclaimed softly and fell to the snow. As soon as he touched the ground, he immediately rolled back into the cover. Almost as soon as he turned around, another bullet hit the position he had just fallen. There was one in the sharpshooter's operation manual. Once he was shot, he must not stay in place, nor should he scream loudly, otherwise he would die faster.

"Wanyan Ding, where is the injury?" Another sharpshooter next to him shot back at the place where the gunshots sounded in the distance, and then asked nervously.

"I hurt my legs, it seems like my legs were broken, oh!" The Manchu archer named Wanyan Ding had a cold sweat on his forehead almost as big as a soybean, and kept coming out. A hole was pierced in his right calf pants, and blood kept coming out.

Fan Guowen said with a cold face: "I'm so careless! Now I'm divided into two groups, retreating alternately, I'll get behind!" Every sharpshooter in the 12th District team is extremely precious. He hurts his muscles for a hundred days, and hurts a sharpshooter for at least three months, which has a huge impact on the 12th District team.

If you continue to stay here, you will only be surrounded by enemies who are constantly receiving reinforcements, and eventually you will have no ammunition and food. The Japanese and puppet troops have much more bullets than the six of them.

The sharpshooter's counterattack by Wanyan Ding just now did not receive much effect. The other sharpshooters had to be extremely alert, aiming at the nearby guns, and fired immediately as soon as there was a slight movement. On the battlefield of using gun bullets, even a hero can't bear a bullet.

The three sharpshooters immediately moved their bodies and guarded Wanyan in the middle. After performing first aid and bandage on the spot, they dragged him to retreat. Fan Guowen and another soldier fired alternately in the distance, where they didn't like, using firepower to deter the four sharpshooters from the transfer.

"Send it to you!" First of all, the Japanese couldn't help but watch Fan Guowen and the others run away from under their noses, and ordered the machine gun to be on the machine gun mount that followed.

But before the machine gunner could be given the first shuttle, Fan Guowen's bullet burst directly into blood on the machine gunner's forehead, and the Japanese officer next to him was also let go by another sharpshooter.

The Japanese and puppet troops relied on the large number of people to launch a charge. The bullets fell near Fan Guowen like rain, but Fan Guowen did not dare to be careless. At least two sharpshooters in the Japanese and puppet troops were eyeing him and waiting for him to get lost.

"Baga!" Otsuka Ki, who was lying in the snow, pulled the bolt and pulled out a hot shell, cursing inwardly. He just shot him just next to the cunning Eighth Route Army. The guy was strangely like a ghost, and he shot another place. The Japanese and puppet soldiers who rushed up kept falling under his gun, and sometimes even got shot into a candied haws and knocked down two bullets with one bullet.

He tried his best to keep his mind calm. Otsuka Ki moved quietly with his gun, and even did not dare to breathe. In winter, the white mist that was exhaled is likely to be exposed, but he did not dare to be careless at all. The other party was also a sharpshooter like himself, and he often had only one bullet in life and death.

Otsuka Kiya didn't want to let down his superiors' cultivation, and wanted to kill a few more Eighth Route Army members to make contributions to the captain. If his shooting skills were not more accurate than other soldiers and were appreciated by the captain, he was lucky to be selected into the Sharp Gun Team with good treatment, otherwise there would be enough rice and white flour to eat every day, and I would probably have to chew rough corn flour like other ordinary soldiers, and save several months of military pay to enter the comfort center. The long queue was only 15 minutes long to hug the delicate women. The soldiers of the Sharp Gun Team also enjoyed the same treatment as non-commissioned officers.

He kept cursing the cunning of the Eighth Route Army, as if God was blessing the Eighth Route Army. Except for one of the shots that injured an Eighth Route Army soldier, the other few shots were almost gone.

Japanese and puppet soldiers were rushing up nearby, and were knocked down by accurate bullets again. Otsuka Ki would not have any sympathy for these incompetent guys. Ordinary soldiers with no strengths are only worthy of being cannon fodder. However, he admired the Eighth Route Swordsmen. Faced with so many people shouting and charging, he could still shoot one shot at a steady pace. This psychological quality is indeed unusual.

"Then let's get a better fight! Have a samurai showdown!" Otsuka Ki touched his helmet and put it on a stone. This was what the instructor in the Sharp Gun Team said, but there is also a certain risk to take off the helmet. If you are rubbed by a jump, it will be fatal without the protection of the helmet.

After being disturbed by the snipers lurking in the 12th District Team in Renqiu County, Ono Nio was really afraid of those elusive fifth company sharpshooters. Who could bear the gunshot and then fell down one? The soldiers in Renqiu County could not count them all into bullets? Seeing the 5th District Team sharpshooters' power, Ono Nio couldn't sit still. He actually selected soldiers with good marksmanship in the team to form a sharpshooter team. He asked his grandfather to borrow a cold gun instructor from the headquarters to take this sharpshooter team. When he went out to fight, he broke into various squadrons. As a killer weapon, there were only more than twenty sharpshooters in the sharpshooter team, several of which were protected by Ono Nio, which was not as luxurious as the 12th District Team had planned to use it. Six were available at a time, which was worth the rations of sharpshooters in a Japanese squadron in Renqiu County.
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