Captain Utsunomiya held a telescope and carefully searched the situation in the dense grass on the other side of the river in front of him.

Behind him, nearly 90 officers and soldiers were lying on two infantry squads.

Although Lieutenant Utsunomiya, who was appointed as the captain of the vanguard reconnaissance team of the wing headquarters and led two infantry squads as the captain of the vanguard reconnaissance team for half a year, he was by no means a rookie for commanding the front-line troops.

He had been graduating from the non-commissioned officer school for five years. He stayed on the front line as the deputy captain of the squad since he was a trainee lieutenant. He then served as the captain of the squad and the deputy captain of the infantry squadron. He was promoted to captain two months after the outbreak of the war, because he was transferred to the corps office as the captain's staff officer for the time being.

This time, I finally had the opportunity to return to the front line. Although it was only temporary, Utsunomiya also firmly believed that he could complete the tasks assigned by the corps captain and become a formal infantry squadron leader.

This should be an assessment of him by the corps leader!

Therefore, Captain Utsunomiya attaches great importance to this mission and is cautious.

The map shows that the river in front of him is called Bihe, which belongs to one of the tributaries of the Yellow River. The river surface is about fifty meters wide and when the water is sufficient, it is a big river. However, it may be because it is winter and it is a dry season. A few vanguards have just visited it. The water depth is only as deep as the waist. Apart from the clothes and clothes, you can easily cross it.

Although the corps made an exception to give him this, the field radio station of the squadron-level vanguard search team was as high as 15 kilometers away from the main force, Utsunomiya did not dare to ignore it at all. Even if he looked at the grass on the opposite river bank in the telescope for at least 10 minutes, he had not issued an order to cross the river for a long time.

In fact, if there were Chinese people in the grass opposite, it would be too great a threat to him and his subordinates.

The division has completely conquered Xinxiang, but this does not mean that the section from Xinxiang to Zhengzhou Yellow River is completely safe. Within nearly 100 kilometers of this section of the road, there are still Chinese troops resisting, but it is difficult for them to maintain a complete line of defense. They basically fight and run while fighting.

This is also the reason why the Second Infantry Regiment dared to go deeper alone, but that is the confidence of the Infantry Regiment. The Infantry Regiment has infantry artillery and mountain cannons. Even if the Chinese have an infantry division, it will not pose much threat to it. However, for Utsunomiya, who is only equipped with light weapons and more than 90 infantry under his command, if an infantry battalion with light and heavy rifles or mortars comes, it will be really unbearable to leave.

But he had to, the Bihe River was only 20 kilometers away from the Yellow River. If he had not found the traces of the Four Lines in this area, the tactics of the team leader trying to find the Four Lines and drag it down would all fail.

The telescope's vision was still very calm, until a team of Chinese people in ragged clothes appeared, Utsunomiya's eyes lit up.

The instinctive intuition of the soldier made him feel a little uneasy about crossing this river, but if he could beat grass first, would he be able to startle the snake?

The so-called "grass-shooting" is certainly not meaninglessly shooting the grass, but the Chinese refugees are.

Utsunomiya is actually very disdainful of his colleagues' low-interest in using ordinary Chinese as targets to play with them. The bullets of the empire should not be regarded as the product of emotional venting, nor should they be wasted on those low-key Chinese.

But if shooting a few useless Chinese people can ensure their safety, Utsunomiya will still be happy to see it.

The Japanese Army Captains who have had a lot of dealing with the Chinese army are very clear about one of the characteristics of the Chinese people. They have a strong sense of ethnic group. Perhaps they can rob or kill ordinary people for their own selfish desires, but if the empire shoots and kills Chinese civilians in front of them, they will not tolerate it.

Moreover, he would shoot him one by one, and he believed that no soldier could tolerate this phenomenon.

Waving his hand to the rear, a Japanese commander Cao hurriedly climbed over.

"Miyomoto, don't you say your marksmanship is very good?" Utsumiya's mouth was a little cruel. "Did you see the group of Chinese people more than 200 meters away? Don't use grenade launchers, just use rifles, and you can't let one of them run away. Can you do it?"

"Hi! I will definitely live up to Captain Yudu's entrusted!" The Japanese Chief Cao's eyes surged cruelly and he roared and agreed.

The shooting range of more than 200 meters is simply too easy for a Japanese veteran who has been in the army for more than six years.

Moreover, the psychological quality of these Chinese refugees is not ordinary. After the gunshot, they do not lie down on the spot, but run around like a group of headless flies. They can shoot them one by one in the wasteland like they are shooting hares in their hometown.

This is not the first time he did this. In the bare wheat field in a village in North China, he alone shot five magazines and killed at least 20 Chinese people, including a child who was blocked by his parents. It feels like a bullet penetrates the adult's abdominal cavity and then explodes his small head. It's not too wonderful.

That was when Taro Miyamoto, Cao Chang, had a famous gang nickname "Smiling Hunter" in the 1st Infantry Brigade of the 2nd Infantry Corps. That means that he could easily hunt Chinese people while chatting and laughing.

For the imperial officers and soldiers of the 14th Regiment, all the Chinese were prey.

After receiving the mission, Taro Miyamoto carried the Type 38 rifle with the sun flag hanging on the head of his gun, bent down and trotted all the way, finding a small mound with a higher terrain, where he could see the other side, avoiding the frightened Chinese hiding in the grass and thus escape from the sky.

It was like a hunter hiding on a stone, and his excellent vision made the rabbit running on the grassland unable to escape from his muzzle.

Of course, as a veteran, he also considered whether there were Chinese soldiers hidden in the grass on the opposite river beach. He just quietly set up a rifle, and the exposed head would definitely not exceed half.

This place is more than 100 meters away from the river beach, plus the width of the river, and is close to 200 meters. Unless there is a top-notch sharpshooter, no one can threaten him.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The sight has locked in a Chinese old man. Although he has no scope and cannot see the facial expressions of the Chinese old man, Taro Miyamoto can completely imagine the pain on the face of this Chinese old man. No matter who it is, he will definitely be very tired after walking so far away from his hometown with a heavy bedding on his back!

Alas, I am really a kind person, I will use bullets to help him solve this pain! Taro Miyamoto's eyes flashed with a cruel luster, and he sighed slightly in his heart.

"Bang!"

A gunshot cut through the sky.

However, for Taro Miyamoto, he was a little surprised.

He didn't seem to shoot, where did the gunshot come from?

What's even more terrible is why his eyes are pitch black?

Not to mention the disappearance of the Chinese old man, the rivers, grasses, and everything that still existed in his sight just now was gone.

It seemed as if the sky suddenly became dark.

There was not much time for this "smiling hunter" who had "accurate" shooting skills to continue thinking, and his thoughts just stayed at this moment.

The night that belongs to him is destined to be indefinitely.

It was dark, but for his colleagues, it was still the same.

However, after the gunshot, they saw in horror that Taro Miyamoto, who was lying on the mound, began to twitch slightly, like a skinned toad.

That is the natural reaction of the human limb nerves after the brain nerves are completely destroyed, because the nerves that rely on neuronal signals to manipulate muscles can no longer obtain feedback from the brain.

"Enemy attack!" It was not until this time that Utsunomiya roared in horror.

Before the Japanese army was in a concealed state looked for the source of the ballistic, another gunshot was heard.

A light machine gun shooter who had just aimed the muzzle of Taisho Ten young machine gun at the other side cried down.

He was shot in the neck, a hole the size of a baby fist was right around his neck, and blood almost shot like a fountain.

But what made the light machine gun shooter the most painful was perhaps not the tear of his muscles after being shot, but the broken trachea and his lungs could no longer get fresh air.

He tried hard to cover his neck, exhaling as he breathed heavily, like a fish thrown on the beach.

However, some things are not effective if you work hard. For example, after the trachea is damaged, if you don’t have professional tools to help you.

Of course, if someone is willing to blow air on his trachea that has been smashed by a warhead, it may make the unbreathable fish live for a while longer.

Unfortunately, Utsunomiya was an extremely decisive commander and did not give him or his subordinates a chance to choose. He drew out the fourteen southern pistols and shot two consecutive shots, hitting his subordinates who were rolling and wailing.

The Southern Fourteen Pistol was not stuck, and the light machine gun shooter became the second Japanese army to die in the Battle of the Birhe River.

But the other party's gunfire still did not stop.

Although each shot followed did not hit the human body again, it was basically shot on the sand before the Japanese army crawled and hidden.

"Hidden! Hidden!" Utsunomiya rolled and hid in the temporary shelter that had been dug long ago, while roaring loudly.

He was secretly glad that his choice was correct. According to this shooting accuracy, if he rashly led two infantry teams across the river, there would be heavy casualties.

Although the grass was not yet completed, the snake was shocked, causing him to lose a Chief Cao and a senior soldier, but compared with the greater losses, all this is acceptable.

"Everyone, lie down!" Ming Xin bent down in the grass and ran wildly, yelling at the dozen Chinese civilians who were stunned by the gunshots.

He knew that his companions could only buy him five or six seconds at most. When the Japanese army reacted, the first target of the attack would inevitably be these civilians who accidentally broke into the battlefield.

The enlightened heart in the grass is like a cheetah, or rather, it is.

His instantaneous speed is definitely the peak of human beings. Perhaps even Fujiwara Jaetsu can only express his amazement.

In less than four seconds, Mingxin crossed nearly forty meters, picked up a little girl who had just cried, and knocked three or four adults into the grass five or six meters away.

Until then, the crowd who were still in the same place realized, and they cried and crawled desperately to the distance.

"Damn it! Kill those Chinese and kill them." Utsunomiya, who was hiding in the bunker, finally gritted her teeth and ordered.

His plan to "shock the snake" was successful, but he lost two people, but the Chinese did not lose anything. How could this make the Imperial Japanese Army look like?

The Chinese who were shooting were hiding in the grass and could not find traces, but the target of the Chinese civilians was obviously not. Shooting them could both vent their anger and make Chinese soldiers angry.

Once a person is angry, he will lose his calmness and judgment, and he can win the battle at a smaller cost.

Captain Utsunomiya's logic is actually very clear.

Japanese infantry began to shoot at that area, and even light machine guns and grenade launchers joined, blowing the area up to smoke.

Utsunomiya's plan was successful, and the Chinese soldiers hidden in the grass shot again, killing a private who was overly raised.

But that finally revealed his hidden deep position.

At least seven or eight people under Utsunomiya did not participate in the attack and kept paying close attention to the grass opposite. The smoke of gunfire finally locked the position of the Chinese gunman as the gunman continued to rise.

The only thing that puzzled them was that there was only one place, but it had a firepower density that only an infantry squad had.

However, there was not much opportunity for them to think on the battlefield. The two grenade launchers, two light machine guns and two infantry squads, which had been stationary, opened fire frantically and poured out the firepower.

After a burst of smoke, the Chinese gunman opposite him was indeed silent.

Did you kill him?

Before Utsunomiya could breathe a sigh of relief, a series of gunfire sounded again, and the dense and precise firepower hit a light machine gun fire point and splashed everywhere.

No need to see, the heart-wrenching cry proves that the Chinese have succeeded again.

"Damn it, gather firepower, kill him, kill him!" Utsunomiya's eyes were covered with ferocious blood, and the roar even overwhelmed the blazing gunshots.

In fact, it was not necessary for him to say that the tense Japanese troops had already begun to fight back.

Then, the gunshots on the opposite side disappeared again.

Then, a completely similar scene happened again.

The Japanese army, who were still observing, were attacked again.

"Baga! There is only one Chinese?" Utsunomiya's blood-red eyes almost jumped out to surf the river bank and then fell onto her feet.
To be continued...