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Chapter 610 The Heart of the Warrior (Part 1)

The Tang Dao accurately hit the thigh of the Japanese army lying in the bushes 300 meters away.

The Japanese army might have never dreamed that they would be hit by bullets so tightly, but this incredible thing did not prevent the bullets from being carved out of deep marks by the bayonet from shooting into the thick gluteus maximus. After hitting the thigh bone inside, it did not burst out from the other side like the original trajectory.

Instead, the seemingly solid copper warhead became fragile and deformed instantly. After breaking the bones, the rolling copper warhead happened to avoid the major artery, forming a terrible cavity on the outside of the thick thigh and drilling out.

The Japanese army howled and screamed, and even Kuroko and others who were more than 300 meters away could hear it.

"You are good at doing good, aren't the Japanese all stubborn? Why are they beaten by the commander and screaming so miserably?" Heizi curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, expressing disdain for the Japanese army's fragile performance.

Five or six meters away, he squatted on a big branch and aimed at Niu Er in the distance, grinning and ignored him.

He is the only person here with a "scope" except Tang Dao. The blood flower splashed in his clear field of vision is enough to prove how big the wound that was hit by the Japanese army would be.

Don't look at Heizi's tough guy now, Niu Er can guarantee that if he was hit like this, he would definitely not be weaker than the Japanese who was roaring with hissings.

In fact, there is no painful nerve attached to the surface of the bone itself. It really breaks the bone and does not hurt much. The reason why the human body feels pain is that the extremely rich painful nerves in the muscle tissue, and the damage caused by the rolling and deformed bullet is mainly aimed at the body tissue of the human body.

The originally tight body was suddenly torn a hole the size of a baby's fist. What kind of pain is that?

I'm afraid only the parties involved can answer this question.

What's even more fatal is not just an unimaginable severe pain.

The Japanese army was shot and lost the ability to move quickly.

This is the most deadly thing on the battlefield.

The first aid kit you carry with you can block the huge wound that gushed blood, and at least not die of excessive blood loss in a short period of time.

The severe pain made people heart-wrenching, but at least it proved that he was still alive, which was the only thing that was thankful for.

Whether it was for the injured Japanese army or his colleagues, they understood one thing that he needed help.

Whether the Chinese and Japanese armies, on the battlefield, they will unswervingly help their companions.

The army itself is a collective, and no one can survive alone. Only by joining one's group can one ensure that one can survive.

So, at the moment when the Japanese army was wailing loudly, a yellow shadow moved slightly in the grass five or six meters away from him.

Tang Dao, who had been waiting for a long time, waved his gun slightly and quietly locked the alarmed target.

"Bang!" A shot.

Broken soul!

The yellow shadow, which was not very clear in the grass, trembled a few times and became quiet.

"Kun Qiushi, Kawaguchi, come and help me!" The injured Japanese army wailed in pain and called for the help of their familiar colleagues.

The Japanese army should have a good popularity and its rank will not be very low. At least it is a high-ranking corps or military officer. After learning from the past, some people still tried to throw first aid kit to him, although the figure flashed away.

But he was still slow. Tang Dao, who had already locked in that area, shot into the grass. A yellowish yellow fell to the ground from the grass, rolled in pain on the ground for a long time before he gradually died.

There was blood stain on the ground.

Two consecutive days were killed by the cold gunners of the opponent for trying to help their injured colleagues, and the Japanese infantry with cold hair stood still no longer moved.

Even the injured Japanese army felt the abnormality and no longer roared desperately for help, but instead climbed into the deeper grass with both arms.

Unfortunately, he is bait.

How could an old hunter with many years of experience in hunting let his bait slip away?

Do you want to run? Tang Dao, who was watching all this coldly in the scope, had a sneer on his lips.

Yes, this Japanese army was the bait left by Tang Dao, and all the Japanese army who tried to help him would become the prey of him, the hunter.

Unless the Japanese army could bear it and watch their companions be shot and killed.

But Tang Dao knew very well that as long as it was an army or a soldier, he would not make such a choice. This is true for the Chinese and Japanese, and as long as he was a wise race, he would make such a futile choice.

In fact, this kind of case is not new but repeated on various battlefields in the next hundred years!

"Bang!" Tang Dao's muzzle moved slightly, and a shot hit the Japanese army, which had already tried hard to cover up but was still exposed to his sight.

Blood flowers bloomed, and in the scope, the Japanese army's body trembled violently, and they screamed in their mouths, but they tried very hard to use their uninjured hands to try to climb deeper into the bushes to avoid the demon's gaze.

Unfortunately, what he encountered was the unique super sniper in the world.

The accuracy of the marksmanship is still secondary, but the coldness of the mind on the battlefield is watered with hundreds of lives.

As long as he is on the battlefield, he is a cold killing machine.

All the weakness and humility of the enemy are just catalysts for his killing.

Niu Er did not participate in the battle, and his eyes remained in the area where Tang Dao attacked.

He knew that this was not only Tang Dao killing the enemy, but also the most vivid teaching. Tang Dao taught him how to kill people most effectively.

Accurate marksmanship is just one of the skills to kill enemies.

More importantly, it is to take the battle situation into one's own hands and have a cold and hard heart.

In this regard, he is far inferior to Tang Dao.

Therefore, he died more than injured under his gun.

Tang Dao's eyes were cold, and the muzzle slowly moved, and he fired again. The Japanese army was shot with his arm as hard as he could no longer support him and then move his body.

The helpless bait can only be chosen to lie flat and wait for the help of your companions.

The battlefield was quiet. At this time, no matter how stupid the Japanese army was, they understood the opponent's conspiracy, or to be more precise, it was an open conspiracy.

It would be fine if you don't want to help this companion who suffered severe damage. The gunman hidden in the mountains and forests would slowly kill their colleagues in front of them, one shot, another.

This is a shame for any soldier, a shame that penetrates deep into the bones, let alone the Japanese army that claims to be the number one army in Asia?

They must save them, even if they know they might be killed because of this.

But if they knew that the enemy in front of them, who was hiding from nowhere, used this move to kill 15 well-trained Blackwater mercenaries 500 meters away. It was not until three hours later that his bait died slowly in pain that the hunter's trap massacre of prey was over.

At that time, Tang Dao was far from achieving his future achievements. He was not considered a rookie among the special forces, nor could he be called an old bird. Otherwise, he could have allowed the target to survive for more than 8 hours.

His bullets can start from his feet little by little, breaking him into pieces and hitting him, causing pain, without losing blood to death.

The Japanese army may not have given up this futile rescue.

Unfortunately, they are in the game, must be trapped by the game, which is due to human nature.

After the war, Niu Er also asked Tang Dao what to do if his own people fell into such a trap? Tang Dao pondered for a while and gave him a somewhat vague answer.

Others don’t know, but if it were him, after realizing that the enemy had such an attempt, he would give himself a knife as soon as possible, so that he would not drag down his comrades and make himself feel happier.

"But what if the opponent doesn't give you a chance to commit suicide? For example, like you, you first cut off your limbs with a gun." Niu Er was very smart and pointed directly at the core of the problem.

Tang Dao showed his white teeth and smiled brightly: "If a person wants to die, there will be more than 10,000 ways to die! For example, by twisting the body, it hurts, but blood will flow faster. For example, tell your comrades to kill me! I especially thank you.

But you remember that since ancient times, the only one who died was in trouble, and after all, only a few people wanted to die. No matter how desperate it was, they felt that they could still save them.

Therefore, as your sniper, it takes luck to make the choice of your bait, and for the bait comrades, it also requires luck. If you have a comrade like me, luck should be good."

The young Niu Er understood.

Faced with this situation, unless you can kill the sniper, you can only use one method, the bait will lose its life and the trap will become invalid.

Cruel? Yes, it's cruel, but that's war.

When you go to the battlefield and the two armies face off, you must hide the warmth of human nature deep in your heart. When you face the enemy, you must be as cold as winter. Otherwise, it will be a crime against your comrades and compatriots.

If you have mercy on the Japanese invaders, who will mercy on the future hundreds of thousands of unjustly killed compatriots in Jinling City?

Tang Dao will never forget that he stood by Mochou Lake in that city, but he did not dare to take a step forward to the memorial hall with countless black monuments. Every name written on it was staring at the young men wearing olive green, and asked them: Do you still remember it?

Tang Dao dared not forget, never forgot.

Every shot he shot now was answering the dead souls that belonged to the Chinese soldiers.

We are waiting to kill the enemy! You are so happy!

The sunshine in the mountains and forests is obviously brilliant!
Chapter completed!
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