Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 123 The Military Rank Cursed by the Devil (ask for a monthly ticket!)

The scope of the two official rifles is the live video lesson of Niu Er and Yang Xiaoshan.

Although Tang Dao gave the two of them the approximate location before leaving, the two of them searched in the scope for more than half an hour before making a camouflage gun through that rod, and finally determined where Tang Dao was hiding. It wasn't that Tang Dao occasionally moved his gun with extremely small ranges.

Only then did the two understand what Tang Dao had told them before, that for a good sniper, accurate shooting is only second, and camouflage and lurking are the first.

And a sniper like Tang Dao, who is extremely accurate in marksmanship, can also disguise himself so far, so that you don't know how you died. It is really a nightmare for the enemy.

But this is not just what a sniper needs to have.

The two of them stared at the muzzle of the gun in the ruins without blinking their eyes, for fear of missing even a second of Tang Dao's choice, which would become their tactical guidance on the battlefield in the future.

All learning starts from imitation. If they want to have their own characteristics, they will have the opportunity to develop and develop only after they have at least half of Tang Dao's strength.

Tang Dao once again demonstrated the shooting timing he had said in front of the two students.

After finding the target, Tang Dao will wait until the moment when the guns explode before pulling the trigger.

The sound of the rumbling guns covered up the sound of "Pa Gouer" from the Sanba Dagai to the minimum, and there were not a few similar gunshots on the battlefield. Unless they were standing less than ten meters away from him, no one would know Someone here is shooting.

For the Japanese army, they basically didn't pay attention to a detail. Their commanders often fell at the moment when the Chinese mortar shells exploded.

With the fall of their second lieutenant captain, the Japanese infantry often make the choice to rescue the chief first. As for whether the ballistic trajectory is shot straight into the chest or passes through the brain obliquely, or the time when it is hit, it all depends. Not a group of soldiers to consider the focus.

On the battlefield, bullets fly horizontally, as long as they are not shot from behind, it is reasonable.

The only unreasonable thing is that, as their captain of the General Commander's Head was buzzing, the Japanese army didn't understand why the grassroots commanders, who didn't have any special clothes, were so accurately targeted by the Chinese cold gunners.

Especially when the whole morning battle was over, the bodies of five second lieutenant captains were lifted off the battlefield, and a lieutenant squadron leader was killed in the second-line trench.

The 6.5 Tomosaka bullet that has been specially modified by Tang Dao caused almost no injuries, only death.

Once can be said to be a coincidence, twice can be said to be an accident, but many times in a row, it shows that they are really being targeted.

And those who can become the captain of the second lieutenant are either high-achieving students who graduated from the non-commissioned officer academy or promoted by sergeants with rich combat experience. The loss of these grassroots backbones is even more heartbreaking than the loss of a major captain.

Perhaps only Tang Dao can tell them why.

The Japanese attack was mainly organized at the squad level. The captain of the second lieutenant was basically the most senior commander who appeared on the battlefield. Although in order to avoid being killed by cold shots, the Japanese second lieutenants who had learned a lot had already replaced them with ordinary Japanese soldiers. The same military uniform, and no pretentious suits, but the bad habit of waving and shouting "Onboard!" still exposed them after all.

In the ranks of the Japanese army, not everyone is qualified to wave their hands and point forward.

Tang Dao didn't just stay in one place. He knew that the Japanese army was not an idiot. When he found that his junior officers had been hunted down in large numbers, he would analyze the ballistics and look for the direction of the cold gunners to avoid future risks.

Once they find that most of the bullets are not shot in a straight line, they will definitely be alert. Maybe they still don't know where they are hiding, but they will wash the ground with shells, even if they are only a little suspicious.

So, after harvesting enough, 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, and although it was moving at an appallingly slow speed, it was indeed moving, crawling on the battlefield where the two armies were fighting.

It's just that neither the warehouse defenders nor the Japanese army will pay attention to a 'corpse'.

So, it took at least 15 minutes, the body was successfully 'moved' to another ruin 30 meters away, no one knew except the two Chinese soldiers.

Among them, perhaps the Japanese military medical team had noticed the corpse of a colleague left in the ruins, and just wanted to come here, Niu Er, who had been paying close attention to the situation around Tang Dao, shot, and the wounded Do the medical soldiers still care about the dead body?I was in excruciating pain.

Before Tang Dao turned into the ruins again, Niu Er saw Tang Dao's thumbs up quietly.

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

He also fought side by side with the chief once.

Wakibanjiro paced back and forth in the regiment headquarters like a trapped animal.

The casualties of ordinary infantry are decreasing, but the number of casualties of grassroots officers is increasing geometrically. What's more painful is that no matter how his elite subordinates analyze, they can't find out where those deadly bullets came from. Those lieutenants are not allowed to go to the battlefield, are they all staying at the wing headquarters and staring at him?

For a whole day, the Japanese commander could only suffer in such pain, watching the combat effectiveness of his once proud elite subordinates continue to be weakened, and more than ten squad leaders were killed, including four who were temporarily promoted and became squad leaders just at noon , became a corpse in the afternoon.

Even in the afternoon, some people had begun to refuse to be promoted, as if the rank of second lieutenant had been cursed by a demon, and if it was stained, death would not be far away.

Until the evening, the 36th Infantry Regiment finally breathed a sigh of relief, finally ending this meaningless, hurtful and humiliating battle.

The Japanese side is suffering, but the Chinese side is not much better, for some high-level officials.

Four Lines Warehouse, unexpectedly, lost contact.
The inevitable contact twice a day did not get any response throughout the day.The anxious Songhu Theater Command had no choice but to turn to a popular person under the old man's seat, hoping to use his line to contact the interior of the warehouse manually.

But it turned out to be nothing.

But withdrawing troops is what the boss means, so what if you can't even get the order in?
It's no wonder that a group of bigwigs aren't running around like ants on a hot pot.

Not only were the Chinese dignitaries anxious, but the concession and the Japanese Army Command were equally dumbfounded when they received the unexpected news.

Pants are off, you come here for me?
Then the Chinese must pass the order into the warehouse!Therefore, under the tacit agreement of the three parties, Suzhou Creek was not fortified.
As night fell, Tang Dao also returned to the warehouse, with the terrifying feat of killing more than eleven Japanese second lieutenant officers.

But none of these made the Lieutenant Colonel's extremely dignified face calm down. Instead, he sat on the top of the simple conference table and looked sharply at Tang Dao who had just returned from the battlefield with a strong murderous look.

After a long while, he finally asked, "Can you tell me why?"

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