Rise From Eight Hundred

 Chapter 38 Mission Impossible?

 What else could it be?

What else can it be besides a telescope that is regarded as a precious thing by Leng Feng?

That is, just by looking at it with the naked eye, Leng Feng had already determined that the telescope cut in half was obviously not just a structural change, but the bottom had been carefully polished to fit the gun body. Even if he wanted to fight, he couldn't fight anyway. gone back.

After debugging for a while, Tang Dao threw the rifle equipped with a 'telescope' back to Niu Er, "Use this to kill that guy! If you can kill him, this gun will be yours. Otherwise, I will give it to Lao Li." "

"That's good, Niu Niu Niu, don't be too busy. Let's exchange now. The gun belongs to me, and you will be the squad leader, okay?" Veteran Youzi looked at the hole in Niu Niu's hand and it was so hot that he crawled over. Said with a playful smile.

Yang Xiaoshan over there also had an envious look on his face, but he didn't say anything and continued to lie on the fighting position and stare into the distance. He has always kept in mind what Tang Dao told him, and he will definitely become the soldier China needs most.

Although he does not have as terrible a talent as Niu Er in shooting, he will continue to work hard.

And the order given to them by platoon leader Tang Dao before the battle started was also very simple: learn to use the battlefield environment to hide themselves, and have the courage to face the fierce artillery fire without losing color.

 Now, he has to do himself well first.

Yang Xiaoshan actually didn't know that at least half of Tang Dao's attention was also on him.

Niu Er's stunning performance here won everyone's praise, and he even gave him a rifle with a modified scope. But Yang Xiaoshan, except for turning his head once to express envy, spent the rest of the time working hard. Fulfilling his orders, this kind of mentality is actually more appreciated by Tang Dao.

In any field, if you want to become a master, you must have a heart that is not infected by external things and be able to stick to yourself.

The principle sounds simple, but it is extremely difficult to do.

And Yang Xiaoshan, a young man with a simple and sincere personality, has not let Tang Dao down until now.

Yang Xiaoshan didn't even know that in Tang Dao's heart, there were not many soldiers in this era who could catch up with him, but Yang Xiaoshan might be one of them, after going through his special training and countless battlefield tempers.

Facing the ambition of veteran Youzi, Niu Er was a little shy and said nothing, but he hugged the Zhongzheng rifle with a scope in his hand and jumped into the fighting position again, choosing to refuse with practical actions.

 For a shooter, compared to a good gun, let alone a squad leader is not attractive, even a company commander is not suitable!

“Come on, come on, Mr. Leng, let’s see if Niu Er succeeds this time.” Tang Dao took out a dark monocular and put it in front of his eyes.

 If nothing else, it should be the same pair as the one on the two guns for tying cattle, but they were once connected together.

"Is this taken from that telescope? Your trophy?" Leng Feng's eyes twitched wildly, trying to keep himself calm.

 Unfortunately, illusions are destined to be shattered.

“Japanese people who are searching for stuff will have high-end products like this. Naturally, the battalion commander gave it to me.” Tang Dao answered lightly.

 What does it mean to be more irritating than others? This is.

Thinking about how the company commander, Tang Dao, took apart the quadruple scope that he had been asking for for a long time but failed to get it, tied it to a rifle and used it as a scope, what a mouthful of blood Leng Feng had!

"Don't feel bad, it's just a telescope! I promised the battalion commander that I would exchange the heads of a hundred Japanese soldiers. If you are brave enough, you can also exchange the ones in your hand." Tang Dao didn't even turn around.

“Hurry up, the fun is about to begin, tsk tsk! What a clever little guy, he’s already starting to build a bunker.”

 At this time, it was not only the Japanese infantry artillery that was showing off its power, but also the rooftop mortars that had found the approximate location of the Japanese infantry artillery and were also trying to hit the opponent.

However, the Japanese artillerymen who knew that their opponents had several 82 mortars were not fools, but they did not dare to get too close to the battlefield. They were basically 2,200 meters away.

The ultimate range of the 82 mortar on the Chinese side is as high as 2,800 meters, but the farther the distance, the lower the accuracy. Several shells fired in succession will only raise a few clouds of smoke in the distance.

No one knows whether the explosion was severe or not, but the Japanese army's two infantry guns that fired wildly also stopped for a while, which at least caused psychological pressure on them, and they were not as unscrupulous as before.

When the defenders at the warehouse saw that the Japanese infantry artillery was not as powerful as before, they simply entered the fighting position and fired at the retreating Japanese infantry in the distance. Naturally, this meant that they had to shoot two shots first. What about a hit?

Anyway, there is no shortage of bullets at the moment. Everyone has been given 200 rounds of bullets now. If we don’t shoot at this time, it’s hard to keep them for the New Year!

 “Bang bang bang!” Hundreds of rifles were fired in a lively manner.

Although it is purely a theory of probability, there is a certain probability that it is not. From time to time, Japanese troops fell headlong into the ruins.

The heavy machine guns of the Japanese army also began to speak. From a distance of 800 meters, they hit the building until dust was emitted. Basically, they were fighting against chance. However, the psychological pressure of the Chinese soldiers who are protected by the building is much less. Unless they are very unlucky and have heavy machine gun bullets drilled through the shooting holes, they will naturally not care about this.

Although the Japanese army was ravaged by machine guns and mortars for a while, it did not cause too many casualties, and the retreat was orderly, except for a few exceptions.

 For example, the Japanese soldier who was always being stared at was afraid of death.

Since he knew the direction before, Leng Feng naturally quickly found the scared man behind the stone pillar in the telescope field of view.

Maybe he knew that he was being targeted by a Chinese cold gunman, and he was a cold gunman with terrible shooting skills. The sergeant lying a few meters away from him proved it.

 So that guy did not take turns covering and retreating to the rear like his colleagues, but chose to stay on the battlefield.

Of course, a stone pillar that can only hide most of the body is definitely not a good place.

The guy took advantage of an opening and hid in a spot about seven or eight meters away, at the corner between two half-human-height broken walls. This place was much better than the previous location.

As for the bunker that Tang Dao mentioned, this man did not use bricks, wood or stones, but directly used the corpses of his colleagues who died in the battle.

A corpse that was almost cut into two pieces, probably caused by a machine gun, was dragged over and piled next to him. Now he was holding a rope, lying half in the corner between the two walls, facing towards The corpse of the sergeant, who was lying on his back and completely motionless, was placed between the stone pillar and his own area.

After throwing it several times, he finally caught the corpse's feet, and then dragged it towards him little by little. Thinking about it, after he dragged it until it was piled at his feet, the two corpses would form a 'barrier' of tens of centimeters. , completely blocking the area where he may be exposed to the opponent's fire. Unless he uses machine guns and mortars to bombard there, rifles and machine guns alone cannot kill him.

As long as he can hold on until the Japanese army launches a real attack, wipes blood on his face, doesn't move when attacking, and runs when retreating, who the **** can do anything to him?

Watching the Japanese army pile up the corpses they had worked so hard to drag to their feet, Leng Feng couldn't help but feel angry. It was a strange thing for the Japanese army to be afraid of death, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with their tactical design.

Even if Niu Er had a scope that could magnify up to four times, there was nothing he could do with this thing without a shooting range.

 However, to Leng Feng’s surprise, Niu Er fired.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

 Empty a full magazine.

 The clouds of dust in the field of vision showed that Niu Er's accuracy was far worse than before.

  No, it was because he suddenly had a quadruple scope and was adjusting his sight. Leng Feng realized it.

Niu Er's time to find the crosshair was obviously much slower than Leng Feng expected. He emptied five magazines, and the dust from the explosion began to appear on the surface of the bunker where the Japanese troops were staying.

"Yeah! The crosshair is adjusted well." Tang Dao was not too slow at all and nodded. "However, if you want to kill this little clever guy, you can't just rely on accuracy. You have to be smarter than him, or try to bend the bullet!"

 Cold front

This is not to force others to do something difficult, but to be whimsical!

Obviously, Niu Er, who paused for a full minute without firing again, also thought so.

 This is an impossible task.

 “Ahem! Platoon Commander Tang, let me see” Leng Feng had just finished speaking.

 “Bang!” Niu Er, who had been staring into the distance, fired again.

 A **** flower appeared in Leng Feng’s telescope.

  . . . . . .

PS: It's so miserable. It took Fengyue a full five minutes to get up from the bed. In the past, it only took me one second, no, it should be 0.5 seconds. Why should I be sick?

 (End of this chapter)