Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 22 The night gave me black eyes

"The night gave me black eyes, and I'm looking for the damn Japanese!"

Tang Dao locked onto the figure of a Japanese soldier under the moonlight who was sneaking towards him. The moment before he pulled the trigger brazenly, he murmured in a very literary style.

Yang Xiaoshan.
As the leader of the Japanese army sergeant fell headlong, a team of more than 40 Japanese soldiers who were searching for the advance hid in the rubble one after another.

Tang Dao's gun didn't stop, and only one second later, he fired again, knocking down a Japanese soldier who was hurriedly hiding behind a wooden door.

The dead Japanese army may not know that there is another ability called 'prediction' in this world.

Before Tang Dao fired the first shot, he had already observed the surrounding positions of the Japanese soldiers 50 meters away with bright light, and predicted these fertilizations, oh no, it was where the frightened little rabbits would hide, that was better than aiming at the people themselves to be simpler.

In less than six seconds, Tang Dao fired five shots in a row, emptying all the five bullets in Zhongguang's rifle, resulting in three deaths and two injuries.

This is also because of the darkness of the night. If it is placed in the daytime, the five Japanese soldiers locked by the Tang Dao are basically dead.

Darkness is fair.

While the night gave the Japanese army enough cover, it also gave Tang Dao, who was lying beside the window of a dilapidated three-story building, a strong protective color.

It wasn't until Tang Dao shot five bullets in the air with Yang Xiaoshan, who was his watcher, jumped off the small building and quickly fled. The Japanese army who was suddenly attacked and a little flustered did not lock the Tang Dao with the sound of gunfire and the red flames erupting from the muzzle. Location.

"Da da da!" The roar of the Taisho 11 years light machine gun sounded, and more than [-] rifles fired continuously, smashing the walls of the dilapidated small building into dust.

Then, the two grenade grenades flew viciously in two waves, blowing up the roof and walls of the small building.

The well-trained characteristics of the Japanese army are undoubtedly evident in this round of counterattacks, that is, it seems a bit sad.

Because, when the flares were shot into the sky, the Japanese soldiers who fired angrily at the target area were very depressed to see that the two figures had already left the small building 30 meters away and entered a piece of ruins beyond their vision.

"Baga! Catch up and kill them." Kurokawa Orizawa, who arrived with the second team under his command, ordered his eyes to be splitting and furious.

Of course Kurokawa Weaving was very angry. Just 10 minutes ago, he had already lost a squadron, and the 200-man infantry squadron that had just been replenished and reached full strength was reduced to 24 men in less than 180 hours. Forget it, war!Are there any undead?
However, it was just a reconnaissance approach, and his entire infantry squadron was dispatched. When he thought that unless the Chinese had more than one infantry battalion, the Chinese would dare to stroke his tiger's whiskers, the Chinese jumped out and slapped him in the face. Killed five more of him.

No, it should be nine people, and the two unlucky people who were shot in the legs must not send four people to carry them back!
If I had to use one sentence to describe the state of mind of the Japanese lieutenant at this time, it would only be: I thought that if I was forced to have a relationship once, I thought it was a dog day. Specially pressed to the ground.

Even if he Kurokawa Weaving still has a bit of reason left, thinking that the Chinese are either too crazy or deceitful, but can the more than 100 Imperial Warriors under his hand bear it?
If he can endure this, he will be regarded as a coward by the entire squadron in his heart, even if he doesn't say it because of the majesty of his squadron leader.

Besides, the leading soldiers have already scouted. The Chinese have more than 100 people at most, and most of them are hiding in that building. Their final destination is to hide and wait for death.

The nearly 200 men under his command are a nightmare for the Chinese, and they have almost crushing advantages. What reason does he have not to pursue?

The Japanese lieutenant, who was confused, gave an order and started with a squad. The two squads were separated on the left and right flanks, advancing forward in a flat triangle formation.

Although very angry, Kurokawa Weaving still maintained the last trace of clarity, and the Japanese army's formation was still rigorous and not scattered, enough to deal with all crises.

Now that the war has begun, the Japanese army does not plan to sneak around anymore, and they are not stingy with flares, 'Boom, boom, boom! 'Three flares hit the sky in a row, illuminating the area more than 300 meters in front of the four-row warehouse in white.

The four-line warehouse in the dark in the distance did not respond at all, like a sleeping giant beast.

"It's just a bunch of poor cowards, they only dare to stay in the bunker and wait to die." Kurokawa Weaving looked ahead with a grim look, angrily belittling his opponent.

The two Chinese who shot the black guns were extremely cunning. They always hid in the rubble the moment the flares took off, and started to flee when darkness came, so much so that the infantry squad at the head chased them for nearly 100 meters without taking them. How about it.

This almost cat-and-mouse game made the Japanese army more and more crazy, so that they did not realize that the previous rigorous formation had gradually changed its appearance, and the two infantry squads on the two wings were dragged behind because they were more cautious. The infantry squad for Arrow had strayed more than 70 meters away from them.

In the daytime, of course it's nothing, the effective range of the Type 400 rifle up to [-] meters can completely make up for the distance of tens of meters.

However, this is at night, no matter how bright the moonlight is, the distance of more than 70 meters has exceeded the limit of human sight.

Unless they can maintain the intensity of the flares, but obviously, the Japanese are not rich.

So, at a distance of about 200 meters from the Sixing Warehouse, the Japanese army team that suddenly came forward was attacked by the first wave.

Not from bullets, though.

but from underfoot.

Someone, unfortunately, stepped on the infantry mine.

'boom! ' There was a loud bang, the legs of the two people were flying high, and the blood splashed directly to the Japanese army officer who was seven or eight meters away.

They actually entered the minefield?

Shameless Chinese, even laying mines here?
Maybe it's just a coincidence?

When another Japanese soldier habitually lay down in the dust, and then the person was blown up, the entire chest was torn apart by the infantry mine, and the moment he died without a single scream, all flukes were gone.

"Baga! Don't move, everyone pay attention to the ground! Retreat!" The face of the Japanese second lieutenant team leader turned pale in the moonlight.

Entering a minefield means death. This is common sense, because you don't know that the land under your feet is safe. If you want to leave safely, you must open your eyes and carefully see every piece of land under your feet. Move carefully, or grow wings to change. Adult bird.

But that was under the premise that no bullets flew over.

But obviously, this can only be an extravagant hope.

Tang Dao teased them for a long time like a girl standing on the street, "scratching her head and posing", and finally lured the four No. 50 people into the minefield. Could it be so easy to let them leave?

"Free hunting!" Tang Dao gave orders to Yang Xiaoshan, who was five meters away, and then shot.

A Japanese grenadier rolled over and fell.

Yang Xiaoshan also locked his target and shot, also a grenadier.

That is the most threatening type of army to them, and the others, no matter how accurate their marksmanship is, they are nothing more than idiots.

No one can still shoot calmly and accurately when there are landmines under their feet. Although the Japanese army is strong, they cannot.

Yang Xiaoshan admired his new platoon leader even more to the core, because he knew that most of the Japanese army team whose entire foot had stepped into the minefield had already stepped into the Hall of Kings of Hell.

Not far away, a pea-like gunshot sounded, which was the unique gunshot of the MP28 submachine gun.

The firepower of the 22 submachine guns of the two infantry squads ambushed in the ruins near the minefield is absolutely no less than 40 light machine guns within a range of 20 meters.

According to its rate of fire of 400 rounds per minute, it means that every second, more than 40 rounds of bullets are poured into the Japanese team near No. [-].

Call it bullet rain.

(End of this chapter)