Chapter 435

"Company Commander! Look at two o'clock!~" The sharpshooter who followed Fan Guowen's mattress suddenly pointed to a snow hill on the right.

A faint black dot appeared on the snow, looming, it was a steel helmet! What else can the steel helmet appear in this place mean?!

The sharpshooter immediately raised his gun and aimed at it, preparing to seize the enemy's careless opportunity and launch a fatal blow.

"Wait!" Fan Guowen suddenly stopped him. He felt something was wrong. Although communism insisted on a materialist worldview, the sixth sense tempered on the battlefield often plays a key role in the duel of life and death. Fan Guowen is extremely sensitive to his own feelings.

As a sharpshooter, why was the enemy so careless? Fan Guowen immediately became suspicious when he thought of this.

After being hit by the sharpshooter continuously, the Japanese and puppet infantry soldiers were blown by the fierce cold wind, and they gradually calmed down with a burst of blood. Although the high-ranking officials and generous salaries were very attractive, they only had one life. They had to have a wealth and a woman, and they had to enjoy their lives. The charge towards Fan Guowen and others began to become a little timid. Some puppet soldiers even threw themselves into the snow nest and shot randomly.

With the three soldiers of Wanyan Ding constantly avoided their actions, leaving no blind spots in their actions, ensuring safe and slow withdrawal from the battlefield. They had already opened nearly 500 meters away from Fan Guowen, who was cut off. Even if the Japanese sharpshooters wanted to hit targets 1,000 meters away in this thick snow terrain, it was almost impossible for the reflection of the snow to scatter their eyes.

Fan Guowen looked carefully at the position of the steel helmet and sneered. This trick was left to the fifth company. The enemy sharpshooter wanted to find out the position of him and another warrior and play anti-sneak attack.

"You!" Fan Guowen pointed to the nearby sharpshooter. At the same time, he shook his eyes. He focused his main energy on the enemy sharpshooters, and the other Japanese and puppet troops were almost not threatening before forming an encirclement.

The sharpshooter immediately understood what it meant. The enemy sharpshooter made it a fishing tactic and would lead you to shoot first.

The sharpshooter lowered his body, took off his cloak, and took out a grenade at the same time. He grabbed a few handfuls of snow to wrap it up, then pulled the fire, stopped for two seconds, and threw it out casually.

Behind the snow hill, a snowball was thrown out.

Boom! ~ Huge snow pieces flew around, and ordinary Japanese and puppet soldiers were trembling with fear. They were already scared at the elusive Eighth Route Swordsman.

While snow was flying, Ozuka Ki saw a white shadow flashing by a snow hill. He was about to shoot. Suddenly, he heard a gunshot on the side. It was his comrade-in-arms Masao Yamazaki who opened fire. He almost saw the white shadow trembling in his sight and pounced on the snow.

Before Otsuka could react to his comrades' first firing. Another gunshot sounded from a distance. Masao Yamazaki seemed to be hit by something, and suddenly stumbled backwards and leaned to the side. He stopped moving in the snow nest. The white juice from his forehead mixed with blood gushed out, making the snow stained the ground particularly conspicuous.

He felt anxious and Ozuka's back was wet with cold sweat. The enemy's counterattack was too fast. There was almost less than two seconds between two gunshots from Yamazaki's firing to him being shot. Almost at the same time as Yamazaki fired, the enemy had already confirmed Yamazaki's position and shot Yamazaki directly. As for one shot hitting the forehead, it was almost expected. The accuracy of the master's duel was not mentioned, and he always killed him with one shot.

"Be careful, be careful!" Otsuka Ki kept muttering this sentence in his heart. The Eighth Route Army's sharpshooter made him put away his underestimation. He had already discovered that the white that had pounced when the grenade exploded was actually a white cloak. If he had just fired the gun just now, he would probably be the one who had a hole in his forehead.

"Turn up the grenade launcher!" Japanese squadron leader Tokugawa Nobunaga could not suppress his anger. Just now, an excellent sharpshooter was blown away by the Eighth Route Army. His left eye was directly blown into a bloody hole, and his death was extremely tragic. The machine gunner of the only square never fired a shuttle magazine in a row. The Eighth Route Army's sharpshooter forced no one to touch those machine guns.

Compared with the carefully selected sharpshooters of the sharpshooters team, the soldiers who were wiped out without even seeing the enemy's appearance were almost worth mentioning, but the captain of Tokugawa could not bear the loss of his subordinates in vain.

Three five-digit grenade cans were quickly mounted, and several shells flew into the sky first, constantly shattering snow hundreds of meters ahead, like a flash in the pan. The snow columns kept rising and dissipating, and were blown by the cold wind, and snow powder was drifting all over the sky.

Fan Guowen whispered to curse the Japanese who were killing the world and kept retreating away from the range of the grenade launcher. The lethality of the Japanese grenade launcher shells in this snow cannot be underestimated. The seemingly thick snow does not have much defense. Facing the scorching shrapnel, it is almost no different from tofu, and the snow layer covers the ground. If you are not careful, the shrapnel may fly out from under the snow layer, which is caught off guard.

The captain of Tokugawa smeared the Hygienic Hu under his nose and said to himself: "Look at when you can hide. Humph, you have to be bombarded like a mouse!"

Otsuka Ki saw the figures flashing in the snow in front of him, and the Eighth Route Army's sharpshooter flashed farther and farther away. He was so anxious that he stood up from the snow regardless of his hidden figure, aiming at the target of moving and shooting.

Bang! ~

A bullet rubbed Fan Guowen's shoulders, and a hole was torn through the outer cloak, and blood gradually spilled out of his shoulders. The bullet still rubbed the oily skin. Fan Guowen grinned in pain. If he hadn't moved instinctively, this shot would have hit him in the heart.

"Company Commander!" Another sentence of the archer said in a hurry when he saw the company commander being shot.

"I'm fine, I'm just rubbing a little skin. Be careful!" Fan Guowen felt that the bullets chasing behind him were extremely threatening. He slowed down and turned around, intending to deal with the annoying fly first. Fan Guowen threw his white cloak to the sharpshooter and said, "Take it! Take it first! I'll cut the back!"

"Damn it!" Fan Guowen pressed his rifle on his shoulder, and echoed a protest-like shot, shooting an enemy soldier who was bowing and moving up. He did not retreat but advanced, and made an unexpected move to the Japanese and puppet troops.

"Haga!" Seeing that the other party was about to stay away from the best range, Otsuka Ki was a little anxious. The shot just now did not kill the other party, and the other party was really lucky.

"Give it to me!" In order to create an opportunity for the gunman in the sharpshooter team, the captain Tokugawa almost racked his brains and drove the Japanese and puppet troops forward again, trying to pull out weeds and drive the rabbits, forcing the Eighth Route Army's sharpshooter to appear to facilitate his sharpshooter and grenade launcher.

Bang! ~

Just a gunshot!

The Tokugawa Squadron Captain's pupils dilated, and a bright red liquid spurted out from his eyebrows, and he slowly fell to the sky with an almost unbelievable look.

"Where is the mud? Where is the person? How could it be?!" The Japanese sharpshooter Otsuka Ki, who had been trying hard to look into the distance and was looking for the enemy, was surprised to find that the gunshot actually sounded at a very close distance.

Otsuka Kiki was full of coldness. When Captain Tokugawa died like this, he jumped up almost in a conditioned reflex, held the gun and jumped up vigilantly, looking around with a 120,000-year-old caution in his heart, especially the place where the gunshots just now, he paid special attention.

The cold wind blew across the ground, rolling up a piece of snow powder. Apart from the rushing sound of Japanese and puppet soldiers and the sound of gunfire bombardment, Otsuka Ki's palms were covered with cold sweat. He was almost certain that the Eighth Route Army's sharpshooter was nearby, and he was extremely bold and did not escape, but instead infiltrated.

Oh!~Otsuka Ki tentatively shot a suspicious place, and the bullet drilled into the snow, showing only a hole with a large hole.

Otsuka Kiki fired another shot. The gun obviously misjudged the thickness of the snow. The bullet that penetrated the snow layer hit the calf of a puppet soldier who was advancing. The unlucky soldier who was honored to have a black gun shot by his own people behind him immediately fell into the snow and started to wail.

"Haga!" Otsuka Ki cursed at his mistake!

Otsuka Ji was turning his head to continue searching, but suddenly he was stunned, and his expression froze immediately. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a black muzzle of a rifle that was straight at him. Otsuka Ji could almost confirm without hesitation that as long as the other party pulled the trigger, the bullets shot out of the muzzle could penetrate his temples.

The owner holding the gun was wearing the clothes of Japanese soldiers. The Japanese uniform was obviously not too careful and a little messy.

Otsuka Ki showed a bitter smile on his face, slowly lowered his gun, and said, "You won!" After all, he did not expect that the other party did not escape, but instead put on his own military uniform and pretended to be his own person to move to his side quietly. He had been too focused on finding the other party's white cloak features before, and instead neglected the enemy to appear next to him in another way.

There was a cynical smile on the corner of his mouth. Fan Guowen's behavior sometimes was almost as crazy as Li Wei. If he didn't enter the tiger's den, how could he get a tiger? This could only be attributed to being taught by Li Wei's little bastard. If it were an ordinary person, who would dare to take the courage of the bear heart and leopard, and instead urged the enemy to the crowd.

Bang!~ Fan Guowen gently pulled the trigger, blew the smoke from the muzzle casually, and was still rushing hard on the Japanese and puppet troops, so he had no energy to take care of the squadron leader behind him and his own sharpshooter being secretly shot and killed.

"The world is finally quiet!" Fan Guowen breathed like a relaxed breath, like a nagging Tang Monk was pulled out of his intestines and tied his neck and turned around for three times, rolling his eyes and ending it completely.

For Fan Guowen, the remaining shrimps are no longer worth worrying about.
Chapter completed!