Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 11 This is the answer

 The small building located thirty or forty meters away.

 The area where the Japanese machine gun team and grenade team were located.

 Originally, it was an important position used by Inoue Mitsuo as fire support. Now, it seems that it will become the most dangerous place.

If this kind of idea was growing crazily in the mind of the Japanese sergeant, if it had appeared five minutes ago, the Japanese sergeant would have thought that he must have gone crazy. However, after examining the causes of death of several subordinates, the Japanese sergeant knew that the extremely terrifying There is an 80% chance that the cold weapon master will do this.

The reason is also very simple. Although four people with a light machine gun and a grenade are the strongest firepower of the team, they are on a battlefield more than a hundred meters apart. If they are placed at close range, those two things will It's actually no better than a fire stick.

Furthermore, in order to reduce the load and carry as many bullets and grenades as possible, the four Japanese soldiers in the two groups were not equipped with guns. The only self-defense weapons on their bodies were two grenades each.

In other words, on such a battlefield, those four people became the weakest unit of everyone present.

"Baga!" Inoue Mitsuo roared angrily, quickly blew the iron whistle hanging on his chest, and immediately led the two remaining infantrymen to run towards the small building.

 The iron whistle is the standard equipment of the Japanese squadron. It is used to issue various combat orders in squad-level battle sequences on the battlefield under heavy artillery fire.

The Japanese sergeant was decisive enough. Not only did he sound the warning signal, the living people were far more important than the dead or injured. As long as the remaining seven people could remain intact, they would have three rifles plus a machine gun and Grenadier, no matter how good the attacker is, he can still hold on until reinforcements arrive.

 So, the wounded man with a thigh injury could only watch as their commander walked away without hesitation, and then his eyes suddenly glazed over as he searched around in panic.

 A dark figure suddenly came out of the house.

 Damn it, how could he still be in the house? Didn’t Chief Cao say that he even took away the wild dogs? The wounded Japanese soldier had no time to think about why and struggled to get his gun.

Looking at the tenacious and cute appearance of the wounded Japanese soldiers, Tang Dao, standing under the moonlight, grinned slightly, revealing his white teeth. He was healthy and youthful, and he was wearing a military uniform. If he was placed in a future TV series, he would be a perfect match for women from all walks of life. The heroine and the supporting character have a heart-wrenching protagonist.

But in the eyes of the wounded Japanese soldiers, they looked like demons, and their strong murderous aura was as real as making people's liver and gallbladder burst.

Before the gun was even lifted, a bayonet flew towards him and plunged into the injured Japanese soldier's arm. Hissing screams suddenly rang through the night sky.

　　Inoue Mitsuo, who was already running towards the front of the small building, suddenly stopped in his steps.

 Damn it, I got fooled again.

However, weren’t those two wounded soldiers the bait he threw out? A twisted and cruel expression appeared on Inoue Mitsuo's face, and he ordered fiercely: "Three grenades are fired rapidly in the small courtyard thirty meters ahead! Illumination bombs, shoot! Find the target for me from the machine gun team on the second floor and shoot him!"

 The courtyard wall blocked the sight of all Japanese troops, so they did not see the pale faces of the wounded soldiers who were screaming behind the courtyard wall.

 Because, after the Chinese man threw a knife and pierced his arm, he quickly retreated and disappeared into the darkness again.

 He had enough time to come up and kill himself and one other person, but he didn't do it. So, what was he avoiding? Could it be

Perhaps, the Japanese soldier named Okamoto hated his own wit at the last moment of his life.

 Because, a muffled sound of "Boom!" proved that he guessed correctly.

The moment the flares hung high in the sky, the small faces of the wounded Japanese soldiers were reflected pale and pale.

Then, three grenades flew accurately, splashing the dirt in the small courtyard and blowing a big hole in the roof of the remaining house.

The wounded Japanese soldier who was torn apart by shrapnel had no time to remind his superiors and colleagues that the terrible Chinese had fled long ago. More importantly, what did he want to do by asking Inoue Mitsuo to focus here?

If this Japanese soldier had read Sun Tzu's Art of War, he would definitely know about "making a sound in the east and attacking in the west."

 The Tang Dao uses this move naturally.

 The wild dog was taken away not only because it was once a guard dog for the Chinese, but also to prove to the Japanese army that he had escaped.

　　No one would dare to hide nearby with an injured wild dog that might make a sound at any time, not even Tang Dao.

 So, after taking the wild dog fifty meters away and hiding it, Tang Dao returned again, waiting for the bomb he arranged to work. Judging from the Japanese sergeant's emergency response, it was pretty good, but Tang Dao liked such smart people. If he was too stupid, he would do something that even Tang Dao could not expect.

Nearly ten Japanese veterans fought hard, and Tang Dao also had a headache.

 Fortunately, the Japanese sergeant was very military-literate, responsive and ruthless. While rushing to support his most important machine gun team and grenade team, he did not forget to leave two wounded soldiers as bait.

As long as someone dares to harm two wounded soldiers, under the strong light of the flares that can illuminate a radius of 200 meters, almost no one can avoid the fire of three rifles and a machine gun.

 It is a pity that the Japanese sergeant was destined to be disappointed. Even at the cost of sacrificing two wounded soldiers of his own, he did not see anyone around the small courtyard.

On the contrary, the afterglow of the illumination bombs slowly falling in the sky made the figures of the two Japanese infantry hiding in the ruins appear clearly.

 “Bang!” There was a gunshot.

A Japanese soldier who was trying to search the front with his head raised fell to the ground.

 A bullet accurately hit a centimeter below his helmet. The 7.92-caliber bullet easily penetrated the eye socket and entered the back of the head, directly taking away his life.

 “Shoot!” Inoue Mitsuo took the lead and fired at the black shadow that jumped out less than ten meters away from the small courtyard.

In two seconds, the flare will hit the ground and it will be dark again.

“Ta-ta-ta!” The Taisho 11 light machine gun roared crazily.

 The black shadow was shrouded in flames, evading at a jaw-dropping speed, pounced forward, and rolled.

 Then, 0.1 seconds before everything goes dark, shoot.

Another Japanese infantryman who had just fired a shot fell to the ground and twitched like a log. A bullet hit his chest. The hard sternum failed to stop the bullet from entering, but caused the high-speed bullet to deform and roll. Inside the body, which was no more than the thickness of a finger, was a huge wound the size of a tea cup.

 Sharpshooter! Inoue Mitsuo's whole body was covered with chills.

Even though the distance is only thirty meters, while constantly evading various tactics under the cover of one's own firepower, he can still shoot such a precise shot. He is definitely a sharpshooter that Inoue Mitsuo has never seen before.

 Mitsuo Inoue finally figured out why his opponent would let the wounded soldiers in the small courtyard scream in agony. He was probably doing it so that he could fire the flare so that he could find the location of his own soldiers and shoot them.

To others, that is a fantasy, but to that scary guy, facts have proven that he has this strength.

Even though there are still five of them, Inoue Mitsuo does not feel safe at all under the threat of such a sharpshooter.

Frightened by Tang Dao's stunning shot, the Japanese sergeant made the worst decision in his life and used the small building as a stronghold to wait for reinforcements.

 Such a fierce battle, he did not believe that the squadron leader 700 meters away could not hear it.

Although it is embarrassing that five Imperial Japanese Army troops were forced to do this by a Chinese, it is nothing to the precious little life. Inoue Mitsuo does not want to become a corpse with a samurai spirit.

He resolutely hid in the corner next to the window of the small building. No matter how accurate the Chinese sharpshooter's marksmanship is, can he still shoot through the wall?

The machine gunner and assistant shooter holding the machine gun have the same idea as him. If we can't beat you, we can't hide! There is just enough room for each of the three brothers in the two corners.

In the resolute tactical action, no one would notice that the Japanese sergeant kicked off a thin hemp rope, and of course it was even less likely to notice the smoke rising from a pile of broken furniture in the corner.

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