Several young and strong members of the Yang family who had already died in battle, perhaps no one expected that their cowardly little brother who lived to the end would become the protagonist of a battlefield before he died.

In the history of the Four-Levels Battle, it has indeed recorded such a small battlefield with a total of only 50 people for a long time. Because of its tragic level, it is definitely among the top ten of the hundreds of battlefields that the Four-Levels have experienced since its birth.

When the figure of the first Japanese army jumped out, Yang Bicheng's fingers were ready to pull the trigger.

But he forced himself to hold it back.

He is betting on human nature and the human nature of the Japanese.

When Tang Tuanzuo was giving a lecture in the Precision Shooter Training Class, he once said that if you want to be a good sniper, you not only need to have precise shooting skills that can be achieved through hard training, but also not only to keep a calm mind at all times, nor to be able to observe the environment, terrain and disguise. Most importantly, you must learn to know what your enemies are thinking.

Mind-minded! Experts of the same level fight each other, and the one who laughs in the end must not be the one with stronger bodies, but the one with sharper mind. That is the reliance of human beings as the spirit of all things.

As a veteran, the Japanese army would never easily expose himself to danger. When the Japanese army tested two grenades in a row, and all exploded at a distance of more than ten meters away, Yang Bicheng knew that he had bet right.

Such a loose grenade shooting level is definitely not the level of that old grenade launcher.

The prey has not appeared yet.

Therefore, the Japanese grenade launcher with all the mechanisms was dead.

In order to eliminate the biggest threat to the top of the mountain, Yang Bicheng took the risk of firing two shots to completely kill him. However, the Japanese ammunition player with a slightly worse level is by no means a decoration. Through the test firing, the Japanese army could almost guarantee the accuracy of 2 meters, which was enough for a grenade with an attack range of several square meters.

After the shooting, Yang Bicheng did not sit and wait for death. After pulling the trigger, he did not even test his own achievements. He carried a gun, jumped out of the bunker, and drilled into a bush three or four meters away from the top of the mountain.

In a very dangerous position, not only Japanese infantry can shoot, but also machine guns can shoot, but that is the most effective position to avoid grenades. Instead of waiting to be killed by grenades, it is better to take a gamble.

Sure enough, the next second, the position where Yang Bicheng was staying was covered by gunpowder. The Japanese deputy archer fired three grenades here in a retaliatory manner, blowing the surrounding ten square meters to make the soil, rocks and branches fly across it.

The Japanese machine gunners and infantry over there looked at the Chinese soldier who jumped out of the bunker, so naturally they would not be polite. The crazy bullets hit the bushes here as if they were in a storm.

"My uncle Cao!" The old abacus, who witnessed all this, was instantly congested with his eyes. He lay on the sandbag and held a submachine gun to shoot at the Japanese infantry at the foot of the mountain, in order to suppress the Japanese infantry's crazy shooting and retaliation.

"Brother Chengzi, how are you?" Tudou shouted over there, while also taking huge risks to carry the semi-automatic rifle onto the sandbag and firing at the Japanese machine gun fire point.

The two Chinese soldiers were also crazy, regardless of the machine guns on the opposite side that made the surroundings burst into smoke. The closest one was even only half a meter away.

The fierce firepower of the MP28 submachine gun is within a range of 120 meters, and it is even stronger than the Type 96 light machine gun. It took only five or six seconds and all 32 bullets to be shot empty, successfully knocking down the Japanese army shooting on the hillside again.

The excellent semi-automatic rifle, with a range, accuracy and continuous firing speed, also poses some threat to the firepower point of the Japanese machine gun. Even if the Japanese machine gunner wants to fight to the death, it is obviously not fully prepared to shoot against a Chinese rifle soldier.

A light machine gun shot only one long shot and then went to a silence. It wasn't killed, but obviously it was slipped away.

In terms of courage duel, two Chinese soldiers defeated the Japanese army with more troops.

This kind of psychology may also be similar to the psychological composition of "Three monks have no water to eat" circulating in China. The more people there are, the more they will think about letting the other party sacrifice to achieve themselves.

Unlike the three Chinese soldiers on the position, they have no worries about killing more than a dozen Japanese soldiers so far. They have already come back. Killing one more Japanese will make a net profit!

A familiar gunshot was heard.

One of the Japanese machine guns that were still shooting violently suddenly stopped.

The precise shooter who has removed the greatest threat shows that he is not just escaping his life, his gun is even more threatening than a venomous snake in the bush.

What's more, the Japanese shooter with a Type 96 machine gun with a machine gun frame of more than 30 cm high really put his chest too high, more conspicuous than a paper target, and then he shot happily. Who would die if he didn't die?

"Chengzi is okay, Tudou, don't be impulsive. You suppress the Japanese machine gun and send Chengzi back to the position." Lao Abacus used the fastest speed to press bullets into the long magazine, and shouted at Tudou.

In one battle, the standard for MP28 submachine guns issued by the infantry squad of the Four Lines Regiment is to be equipped with a 32-round long magazine and four 20-round short magazines, and another 120 rounds of bullets.

This time, Lao Ababa carried three long magazines, four short magazines and 150 rounds, which was a serious excess. However, in just a few minutes of fire exchange, he had already dried up all three long magazines and three short magazines, leaving only the last 20 rounds, which was not enough to suppress the charge of Japanese infantry.

He must and can only press the bullet into the long magazine as quickly as possible. Otherwise, if he loses the firepower of the submachine gun, he will not be able to completely suppress the Japanese charge by relying solely on Tudou's semi-automatic rifle and Yang Bicheng's single-shot rifle. The Japanese army may be close to the distance where he can throw grenades at any time.

At that time, it was the end of the three of them!

Within at least half a minute, he could not open fire again. In this half minute, not only was he still in the rocks and grass under the position, but he was also the most dangerous time on the entire position.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Tudou did not answer, but the continuous gunfire had already answered for him.

The semi-automatic rifle showed its power at this time, and it shot ten bullets in ten seconds, which made the Japanese army dare not play any "onboard charge". The psychological composition of the dead fellow Taoist who did not die made them lose their most precious attack opportunity.

If they were willing to pay the price of more than five people being shot, there would be no need to ignite the position on the top of the mountain, and the grenades thrown by more than a dozen people were enough to blow the small mountain position into a mess.

However, even so, with the sudden weakening of the firepower of the position on the top of the mountain, the Japanese army fought back and climbed up desperately. The Japanese army closest to the position was only more than 30 meters.

Yang Bicheng's gun rang again, and another Japanese machine gunner fell to the ground, but with it, a pouring bullet hit his hiding place.

Whether it was the deputy shooter who took over the machine gun from the shot-killed shooter's hand or the last two grenade launchers, they all desperately shot and bombarded Yang Bicheng's position.

The Japanese army not only revenge, but also to save their lives. They actually knew very well that the most threatening to them on the position was not the submachine gunman, but the sharpshooter with accurate marksmanship.

In just a few minutes, the sharpshooter fired no more than 6 shots, but four were killed and one injured, with a shooting rate of 100%. They may have lost their lives like their companions.

Killing him will not only protect his life, but also attack the position faster, so that everyone can escape.

It was driven by such a psychological force that 80% of the Japanese army's firepower was swept towards the area where Yang Bicheng was, with branches, leaves, soil and gravel rising! It was so difficult for the Chinese soldiers hiding in it, and I don't know what tactics to use to avoid this wave of bullet rains.

But Yang Bicheng didn't move.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to move, but that he can’t move anymore.

Under him was already bleeding all over the ground.

Although he jumped out of the cover before the grenade came, only Yang Bicheng himself knew that although the Japanese deputy shooter was a little worse, he was not a fool after all. His third grenade finally did not do useless work.

A piece of grenade shrapnel was embedded on his back.

But this was not the main injury that caused him to lose his maneuverability. What really made him stay here was a blood hole in his thigh, which was a masterpiece of Japanese machine guns. The 6.5mm bullet caliber is not large, but the damage value is full.

The most terrifying thing about a wound with a small wine glass is not the pain that pierces the heart and the loss of mobility. Instant blood loss can quickly take away people's lives.

The explosion of the grenade was six or seven meters away. The pouring bullets made the surrounding gravel fly. After firing a shot, Yang Bicheng, who was forced to curl up behind the temporary shelter, used all his strength to tear off his pants and tied his thighs tightly and tied them tightly with the bleeding bag. He shook his head, which was a little dizzy due to sudden massive blood loss, and tried his best to look down the mountain.

On the position, only Tudou's semi-automatic rifle was shooting. Although the submachine gun of the squad leader Abacus had fierce firepower, a large number of magazines had to be filled with bullets, which caused a short firepower vacuum.

The Japanese army was getting closer and closer to the position, and even Yang Bicheng could see the ferocious eyebrows and eyes under his helmet.

The three light machine guns of the Japanese army, which had already been killed, were still roaring, and two grenade launchers were still firing. Although they were now restrained by themselves, once the Japanese army approached 20 meters, they could throw grenades upwards, even if the elder Yang family's brothers in the sky blessed them with all their strength, their guns were as good as gods and their bullets would not fail, and at most they could kill ten people. The remaining seven or eight Japanese soldiers were the death period for everyone.

After all, someone will have to die first!

The figure of my cousin walking out of the queue and heading towards the truck cab again appeared in my mind. A trace of crystal clearness flashed in the eyes of the former cowardly young man.

Finally, he could catch up with his brother's back. When he met his brother on that road, he said to him: "Brother, I haven't lost the face of you."

The only regret is that no one from uncle, aunt, parents, and parents have given them a rest. The crystal clearness in Yang Bicheng's eyes slid down and flowed down his cheeks to the corner of his mouth. It was salty, and it smelled like the blood he blew out when he was carrying his brother's body.

Just now, I remembered that my parents' soft eyes became firm.

"Squad leader, remember to record for me and see how many I can kill." Yang Bicheng roared wildly, put the gun on the stone, and aimed his eyes on the scope.

While the three machine guns were sweeping at his combat position, the precise shooter who had always lurked up and fired a cold gun chose to fight them head-on, facing the three machine guns.

There is no time left, the position he has to stick to, and the body that is constantly bleeding is gradually weakening, and he has no time left.

What he can do now is to see who kills whom first, he is swept by a machine gun bullet first, or he blew the enemy's head with one shot.

Just like the showdown between ancient European knights, if death is inevitable, then you must die on the way to charge, and you must also insert the sharp spear tip into the enemy's chest before you die.

Perhaps, the precise archer was not as powerful and powerful as the king of the forest, whose legs were weak, with a tiger roar, and the soldiers lying on the hills were more like a lone wolf guarding their companions. Facing the powerful enemies around, they still bared their blood-tips of fangs.

At that moment, the precision shooter seemed to have forgotten the bullets flying in his ears. A bullet even passed through his sideburns that were not covered by his steel helmet. The earlobe felt the scorching heat of the metal bullet, and the smell of burning hair came from the end of his nose.

Death seemed to be the next moment, and the hideous face of Death seemed to be close.

But none of this prevented the accurate archer from moving his body. He looked at the scope, hooded the Japanese machine gunner's head into the sight, and pulled the trigger.

His eyes were unprecedentedly bright, and his hands were unprecedentedly stable.

One shot, one person died.

Two shots, the machine gun stopped.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Blood flowers bloom in the valley, and at the same time, they also bloom on Yang Bicheng's body.

The 6.5mm bullet swept his arm, exploded the flesh and blood, revealing white bones.

It seemed as if it was not his body, and the precision Sagittarius was like a sculpture being dismantled, still motionless.

One arm could not move, so he clamped the buttstock with his cheek and shoulders, moved the muzzle, and the only good arm, pulled the bolt hard, turned to the next target, and fired again firmly.

Five consecutive shots were shot, and Yang Bicheng's magazine was wiped out.

All three Japanese machine guns were silent, and all four shooters died. The only deputy shooter did not die, but ran away. Before Yang Bicheng aimed at him, he dropped the machine gun and fled, fleeing frantically to the mountains and forests behind him, leaving his companions behind.

He had never seen such a crazy infantry, who dared to face the strafing of three machine guns and shot them, and killed four people in a row.

Five guns, four people!

What scared the Japanese army was not only the extremely accurate marksmanship, but also, wouldn't he die? During the three machine guns fired at least 60 bullets. How did he avoid the bullets?

60 bullets! Even if it only hits one-tenth of the hit, it is still 6 bullets. Could it be that the power of the Empire's 6.5mm caliber warhead is so unbearable?

But they have clearly tried it in the countryside of China, let alone humans, even a strong buffalo will fall down after being shot several times.

But why, the Chinese saber was not only alive, but also successfully shot and killed several of his companions.

At that moment, the shadow of death enveloped the Japanese archer who gave up the dignity of the army of the Imperial Japanese was almost 100,000 Whys in his mind.

He can't figure it out!

The distance of more than 200 meters made the Japanese shooter unable to see the opponent's appearance clearly. If he could see clearly, he would not have been so confused.
To be continued...