The scope of the formal rifle in the two shots is the live video class of Niu Er and Yang Xiaoshan.

Although Tang Dao told them about the approximate position before leaving, they searched in the scope for more than half an hour before using the camouflage gun rod and finally determined the location where Tang Dao was hiding, if it weren't for Tang Dao's occasional muzzle with extremely small amplitude.

Only then did the two understand what Tang Dao told them before that a good sniper, shooting accuracy is second only, and disguise and lurking are the first priority.

A sniper like Tang Dao, who has extremely accurate marksmanship, can disguise himself to this point, making you even know how you died. It is really a nightmare for the enemy.

But this is not just something a sniper needs.

The two of them stared at the muzzle in the ruins without blinking, for fear that even if the Tang Dao's choice was missed, it would become their tactical guidance on the battlefield in the future.

All learning starts with imitation. If you want to have your own characteristics, you will only have the opportunity to develop and develop after they have at least half of the strength of Tang Dao.

Tang Dao once again showed the timing of shooting he had mentioned before the two students.

After finding the target, Tang Dao will wait for the moment when the cannon explodes before pulling the trigger.

The rumbling sound of cannons covered the sound of "Ba Gouer" of the Sanbakuan to a minimum, and there were no few similar gunshots on the battlefield. Unless they were standing less than ten meters away from him, no one knew that someone was shooting here.

For the Japanese army, they basically did not pay attention to a detail. Their commanders often fell to the moment when the Chinese mortar shells exploded.

With their second lieutenant captain falling, the Japanese infantry often made the choice to rescue the commander first. As for whether the ballistics were shot straight into the chest or through the brain, or the time when they were hit, this was not the focus of the soldiers.

On the battlefield, bullets fly everywhere, as long as they are either shot from behind, it is reasonable.

The only unreasonable thing is that as their Colonel's corps leader thought, the Japanese army did not understand why the grassroots commanders who were dressed without any specialization would be targeted by the Chinese cold gunners so accurately.

Especially when the battle was over the whole morning, the bodies of five lieutenants captains were lifted from the battlefield, and another lieutenant squadron captain was killed in the second-line trenches.

Under the 6.5 Yousaka bullet, which was specially transformed by Tang Dao, there were almost no injuries and only death.

One can be said to be a coincidence, two times can be said to be an accident, but many times in a row means that they are really targeted.

Those who can become the captain of the second lieutenant are either top students who graduated from the non-commissioned officer academy or sergeant with rich combat experience. Losing these grassroots backbones is even more heartbreaking than losing a captain of the major.

Perhaps only Tang Dao can tell them why.

The Japanese army's attack was mainly organized at the squad level. The second lieutenant squad leader was basically the highest commander on the battlefield. Although in order to avoid being sniped by cold guns, the Japanese lieutenants who have learned a lot of cleverness have changed into military uniforms like ordinary Japanese soldiers and have no pretentious suits, their bad habit of waving and shouting "Onboard!" finally exposed them.

In the highly hierarchical Japanese army sequence, not everyone is qualified to wave and point forward.

Tang Dao did not stay in one place. He knew that the Japanese army was not stupid. When he found that his grassroots officers were hunted in large numbers, he would definitely analyze the ballistics and find the direction of the cold gunner to avoid future risks.

Once they find that most of the bullets are not shot straight, they will definitely be alert. Perhaps they still don’t know their hiding place, but they will wash the floor with shells, even if it’s just a little bit of suspicion.

So, after enough harvest, Tang Dao slipped away.

If Niu Er and Yang Xiaoshan hadn't been staring at Tang Dao all the time, they might have thought it was a corpse.

But they knew that the 'corpse' was alive. Although it was moving so slowly, he was indeed moving, crawling on the battlefield where the two armies were fighting.

However, neither the warehouse defenders nor the Japanese army would focus on a 'corpse'.

Therefore, it took at least fifteen minutes to successfully "moved" to another ruin thirty meters away, and no one could know except for two Chinese soldiers.

Among them, perhaps a Japanese medical team once noticed the body of a colleague who was left in the ruins. He had just come here. Niu Er, who had been paying close attention to the situation around Tang Dao, fired a shot. The injured medical soldiers were still thinking about taking care of the body? They were so anxious that they were in pain.

Before Tang Dao flipped into the ruins again, Niu Er saw Tang Dao quietly giving a thumbs up.

The recruit grinned happily. He understood that it was the encouragement from the superiors, not just students.

He fought side by side with his superiors once.

Fuchijiro was like a trapped beast, paced back and forth in the corps headquarters.

The casualties of ordinary infantry are decreasing, but the number of casualties of grassroots officers is increasing. What is even more painful is that no matter how his elite troops analyze, they cannot find where the deadly bullets flew from. Could it be that from then on, those lieutenants will not be allowed to go to the battlefield, and they will stay in the corps headquarters and stare at him with big eyes?

During the whole day, the Japanese colonel could only suffer in pain, watching his once proud elite troops constantly weaken their combat power, and more than ten team leaders were killed, including four of them temporarily promoted. They just became the team leader at noon and became corpses in the afternoon.

Even in the afternoon, some people had begun to refuse to be promoted, as if the rank of lieutenant had been cursed by a demon. If they were caught, they would be not far from death.

Until the evening, the 36th Infantry Regiment finally breathed a sigh of relief and finally ended this battle with little significance, harm and insults.

The Japanese army was so uncomfortable. In fact, China was not much better, for some senior management.

Sihang Warehouse, it was actually lost contact...

The inevitable contact is always twice a day, but there is no response throughout the day. The anxious Songhu War Zone Command had to seek help from a celebrity under the old man, hoping to go through his line to contact the warehouse manually.

But it was actually a sank to the sea.

But withdrawing troops means the boss. What if you can’t even pass the order in?

It would be strange if a group of big guys were as anxious as ants on the hot pan.

Not only the Chinese bigwigs were anxious, but the concession and the Japanese Expeditionary Army Command were also stunned when they received this unexpected news.

I took off my pants, come here for me?

Then China must pass the order into the warehouse! So, under the tacit understanding of the three parties, the Suzhou River is not on defense...

As night fell, Tang Dao also returned to the warehouse, with terrifying military achievements of killing eleven Japanese lieutenants or above.

But none of these made the Army Lieutenant Colonel's extremely solemn expression slow down, but sat at the top of the simple conference table, looking sharply at the Tang Dao who had just returned from the battlefield with a trace of murderous aura.

After a long time, he finally asked, "Can you tell me why?"
Chapter completed!