Rise From Eight Hundred

Strictly speaking, there were two gunshots.

It was just that the time between them was too short, so short that it was almost indistinguishable.

Niu Er and the sharpshooter of the second group had been looking for a suitable position to aim at the two Japanese light machine gunners five minutes ago.

Because the villagers were blocking the way, the other sharpshooter had to choose to detour to avoid the villagers, which delayed time.

In just a few minutes, three innocent villagers died. Niu Er's eyes were already full of murderous intent.

Seeing the Japanese leader alert through the scope, he immediately roared to remind Xia Dayu, who was temporarily acting as his observer, "Order No. 2, shoot!"

Xia Dayu, who was sent by Tang Dao to the special operations team for training, immediately shook the small mirror in his hand to the left. The rising sun refracted the light to the distance. The sharpshooter who had already aimed at the Japanese machine gunner fired without hesitation.

"Enemy attack! Take cover! Machine gunner, shoot all Chinese." The moment he heard the gunshot, Okamoto Asahiro rolled down on the ground quickly, screaming desperately while rolling towards the millstone closest to his side.

There were not only machine guns there, but also shelters.

The Japanese Army Sergeant, who was just arrogant, instinctively chose to save his life at this moment. This was also the sequelae of being beaten too many times by Tang Dao and his men.

If it were in the past, with the fierceness of the "strongest on the surface" division, Okamoto Asahiro's best choice would be to immediately approach the Chinese villagers in the rice field, using human bodies as shields and killing the villagers running around to relieve his hatred, and then taking advantage of the gap when the enemy dared not shoot at will to observe the enemy's approximate position and redeploy the defense point.

Unfortunately, the "strongest on the surface" division's former brave coat had long been stripped off by stronger people. The Japanese Army Sergeant, who had spent more than half a month in caution, almost inertially chose to save his life.

Of course, he did not say that he did not try to use the Chinese villagers as cover. He ordered the machine gunners to shoot the Chinese villagers opposite not to vent his anger after being attacked, but to create chaos or to make the enemy who was about to attack afraid to act rashly...

Okamoto Chaobo had actually tried very hard, trying very hard to show the decision-making level of an acting squad leader when danger came.

But it turned out that his choice was wrong.

The machine gunners were the first to die.

Because they just wanted to suppress a group of unarmed villagers, one Japanese machine gunner set up his machine gun on a low wall beside the rice field, and the other was even more straightforward, directly on a large millstone.

The two Japanese shooters had no cover except for the steel helmets on their heads, which was simply a free point for two sharpshooters who could hit the target 400 meters away.

The bullets fired by the two sharpshooters of the independent battalion were no more than 0.1 seconds apart, and they hit the two Japanese machine gunners who had already pressed the muzzles of their machine guns down one after the other.

A bullet shot in from under the brim of the Japanese helmet, just above the bridge of the nose. The hard bridge of the nose did not block the penetration of the pointed bullet, but instead deformed the bullet. The bullet rolled desperately and entered the brain cavity, creating a bloody path.

I don’t know what happened to his brain, but he suddenly had a hole in his nose, fell to one side, and his limbs twitched like a skinned frog. It was obvious that he felt bad.

The other Japanese shooter was not much better.

In order to kill with one shot, the two sharpshooters did not choose the safer chest, but chose the head at the same time. The shooter of the second group did not have as good treatment as Niu Er, and he also had a sniper rifle with a scope.

So, he was a little bit crooked.

The bullet that was supposed to be shot into the center of the helmet hit the eye socket of the Japanese shooter.

But that obviously caused more damage.

The Japanese soldier who was supposed to be shot dead was not able to die for a while. The severe pain made him instinctively drop the machine gun in his hand and roll on the ground desperately, as if he was using practical actions to prove that "life lies in movement".

"Send a signal to No. 2! Lock the position of the two machine guns. Whoever dares to take the gun will be killed!" Niu Er calmly ordered Xia Dayu, and then moved the muzzle to search for several targets he had already set.

'A good sniper must learn to observe the environment where the target is. Even if the target is alarmed, he can determine his trajectory and launch a second attack. 'This is what Tang Dao taught him.

Niu Er's target originally included the leader Okamoto Chaobo, but unfortunately he determined that the Japanese soldier would inevitably roll to the back of the millstone only three meters away, which happened to be the blind spot in his direction. With his current ability, he couldn't fire two shots in one second. The kind of "blind sniper" with almost no aiming time may only be done by Tang Dao.

Therefore, he set his target on the dog trainer. If he killed him, the wolfhounds that could not receive the command would fall into chaos in a short time, and they would not be afraid that the wolfhounds, which were much faster than humans, would escape.

The Japanese wanted to kill, burn and rob everything, so how could the Chinese soldiers be soft-hearted? Their answer was the same: no one and no dog would be spared.

Obviously, the Japanese dog trainer in a more open position had to go a lot farther to hide in the bunker. The nearest locust tree, which was as thick as two people's waists, was still 10 meters away.

Gu

So, he died!

At the moment when Okamoto Chaobo hid in the millstone, the second bullet fired by Niu Er knocked down the Japanese dog trainer who was running towards the locust tree with his waist bent.

The frightened wolfhound had already run far away, but when it saw its owner lying in a pool of blood, it ran over again and whimpered around its dying owner.

In a flash, the Japanese army had killed three people, but in fact only three seconds had passed.

Shouts were heard from afar: "Fellow villagers, get down, all of you get down!"

That was Lao Hei and the soldiers of the guard platoon approaching quickly while shouting. Only in this way could the villagers' losses be minimized as much as possible.

And it was not until this time that the villagers in the rice field realized that it was their own army that was coming to kill them.

"Baga! They are here to save the Chinese untouchables, all dead, dead." Okamoto Asahiro, who also heard the shouts, gnashed his teeth and roared.

Just as he couldn't understand why these villagers risked their lives to hide the Chinese wounded, he couldn't understand why the Chinese soldiers in the field who were about to charge from more than 100 meters away wanted to save these villagers who were of little use.

Although there seemed to be a lot of Chinese, there were dozens of them, but if they dared to charge at this distance, his 20 infantrymen would easily shoot them.

Although the Chinese sharpshooters were very powerful, he would not necessarily lose this encounter with this group of Chinese.

However, both the Japanese and Chinese soldiers were wrong.

China is a magical land, with no shortage of cowards and warriors.

Xiaozhuang Village is a small village, where people work from sunrise to sunset and live an ordinary life, but no one knows that his ancestors were rewarded with 100 acres of fertile land around Xiaozhuang Village by the governor because of their meritorious service in the battle to capture the capital of the Heavenly Kingdom more than 80 years ago.

Although they are not descendants of generals, almost every family in Xiaozhuang Village practices martial arts, but they strictly follow the ancestral teachings and do not show it easily.

Perhaps until now, the villagers know why the ancestor who has passed away for many years left a will that every household must practice martial arts diligently. It turns out that it is not for physical fitness, but one day, there will be troubled times.

With this skill, there is a chance to survive.

This is the wisdom of our ancestors.

They are also the descendants of soldiers.

Years of labor and exercise have made them strong enough, and more importantly, the blood of soldiers is still in their bones.

"Fight the Japanese devils!" The men who were already planning to fight to the death roared.

The Chinese who were just like lambs and let others slaughter them suddenly rushed over.

Teenagers, young men in their twenties, strong men in their thirties and forties, old men in their fifties and even over sixty, as long as they were men, all roared, even if they were unarmed, they all rushed over.

No, maybe not only men, but also women.

Except for the old woman who protected the children and fled to the fields, the young girls, young wives and aunts all followed the men and rushed over with clenched fists.

There were at least sixty or seventy people.

"Baga!" The Japanese who had just set up their rifles and were about to shoot in the distance were stunned.

"Put on the bayonets, charge!" The veins on Lao Hei's forehead popped out, and he roared.

The villagers were risking their lives to buy him time to charge.

That should be one of the most unforgettable scenes for the Chinese soldiers who straightened up and charged.

A group of unarmed Chinese villagers rushed towards the Japanese army with live ammunition.

Blood flashed!