The country is broken

A four-legged beast like a dog is no better than a human.boom! ~The Japanese-made small melon grenade burst and hit the military dogs who didn't know how to avoid them, howling. Even if they were thrown randomly, two dogs were killed on the spot. Many military dogs were even injured, and the white snow was covered with scarlet blood spots.

Although the few dogs were not injured, they were so frightened that they feces and urine, and ran around in a panic.A grenade is enough to kill people, not to mention killing two dogs. For beasts, the loud noise of the explosion is quite shocking.

There were only two or three stubborn military dogs still refusing to give up, ignoring their injuries and continuing to bark and pounce on Fan Guowen.

Fan Guowen frowned panting, even if there were only two or three military dogs, he couldn't be careless. Although they weren't enough to pose a fatal threat to him, people couldn't afford to be as knowledgeable as dogs.

Several gunshots rang out in front of Fan Guowen, and a few dogs whizzed past Fan Guowen, passed by and flew backwards. Amidst the sobbing wailing, the military dogs chasing Fan Guowen were beaten and paralyzed. On the ground, twitching and falling in the snow. [

Seeing the sharpshooters running in front turned around and fired at the military dogs behind him, Fan Guowen showed no sign of gratitude at all, and said sullenly: "What a waste, can't you use a knife?!"

The guns distributed by the sharpshooter were all special products, and all the three guns beat the dog. From this, it can be seen that the expression on Fan Guowen's face will be much better.

"I see! Here, here!" There was a shout from behind. It was obvious that Fan Guowen and the others had fallen into the sight of the pursuers, and the gunfire just now was too harsh.

Fan Guowen staggered forward in the snow with five sharpshooters. When he wanted to turn his head to check the strength of the pursuers, he suddenly felt his scalp explode, and a chill rushed straight to his forehead from the tailbone. It was almost a subconscious condition. Reflex lunges forward.

When Fan Guowen plunged into the snow in front of him, a whistling sound exploded a fistful of snow powder one foot in front of Fan Guowen's head.

"Damn, it's dangerous!" Fan Guowen dared not face death for the first time.This time, he felt very uneasy. Just now, someone pointed a gun at his head. This feeling has never happened before. The instinct honed in the field of life and death cannot be explained or explained clearly.

Fan Guowen jumped up from the ground, and said in a hurried tone: "Be careful, the enemy also has sharpshooters!" He raised his gun and looked behind him, and he just shot.

A scream came from far behind.A figure fell over in the snow and rolled twice and did not move. It was this man who was shouting at the top of his voice just now.

"Prepare to fight back!" Fan Guowen slowed down his pace. The shot aimed at the head by the enemy just now was extremely threatening. He didn't dare to run wildly in front of this kind of sharpshooter, leaving the enemy with his back and perspective. Send death.

Under the strict combat discipline of the [-]th District Team, the five sharpshooters picked up the terrain and quickly set up a defensive attack formation using the rocks of the ditch, simultaneously digging ice blocks beside them, and planed out a shallow individual bunker.

The guns in the hands of the sharpshooters did not stop.Alternate shots almost in rotation.With each shot, an enemy fell on the snow and met Hades, as a rapid-fire sniper on the battlefield.It is almost the basic skill of five consecutive sharpshooters.

"Company commander! The enemy doesn't have sharpshooters, right? At most, they can shoot on time, which is far behind us." A sharpshooter whispered to Fan Guowen. At the level of Wulian, the marksman's precise marksmanship is not only the result of hard work and a lot of quantum feeding, but also has an inseparable relationship with talent.

"Don't be careless, I had a hunch just now that there are masters among the enemies!" Fan Guowen shook his head and said, he and the five fighters had more than 100 bullets in their belts, and for a sharpshooter, one bullet represented a line of enemies life.Don't worry about running out of food.

Fan Guowen and others almost used precise strikes to kill the enemies who entered the best range of the [-]-type rifle one by one. Although the number of enemies chasing them was dozens of times more than the six of them, they couldn't stand it. Such a shot one by one, just now they shouted and tried their best to outflank them, but now they are crawling like a tortoise, not daring to raise their heads in the snow nest.

In just a few minutes, Fan Guowen and the five sharpshooters directly overturned a small group of enemy soldiers, leaving almost no one injured.The principle of the [-]th district team has always been to seize the opportunity and make it to the death.

Seeing that the pursuers seemed afraid to get too close, a sharpshooter quietly began to move first, and just a few steps away, he heard a gunshot in the distance.

"Ah!" The sharpshooter let out a soft cry, and threw himself on the snow. As soon as he touched the ground, he immediately rolled and rolled back into the bunker. Almost at the same time he turned around, another shot hit him. There is an article in the sharpshooter's operation manual for the position of falling down. Once hit, you must never stay in place, let alone scream loudly, or you will die faster.

"Wanyanding, where is the injury?" Another sharpshooter next to him asked nervously after almost firing back a shot where the gunfire sounded in the distance.

"I hurt my leg, it seems like my leg was broken, ouch!" The Manchu sharpshooter named Wanyan Ding, sweating on his forehead almost as big as soybeans, kept coming out, and a hole was pierced in his trousers on his right calf. It kept coming out. [

Fan Guowen said with a cold face, "It was so careless! Now divide into two groups and retreat alternately. I will be the last!" My God, a sharpshooter was injured and could not be on the battlefield for at least three months. This had a great impact on the [-]th district team.

If they continue to stay here, they will only be surrounded by enemies who are constantly being reinforced, and eventually they will run out of food. The strength of the Japanese and puppet troops is much more than that of the six of them.

Just now, the marksman next to Wanyan Ding's counterattack did not receive much effect. The other marksmen had to be vigilant at 12 points. On the battlefield, no matter how heroic a man is, he can't stand up to a man.

The three sharpshooters immediately moved their bodies, put Wanyan in the middle, and after performing first aid on the spot, they dragged him and began to retreat, while Fan Guowen and another soldier faced the distance, alternately seeing places that were not pleasing to the eye Shoot, use firepower as a deterrent, and cover the transfer of the four sharpshooters.

"Give it up!~" First of all, the impatient Japanese couldn't watch Fan Guowen and the others run away from under their noses, and ordered the machine gunners who followed to mount their machine guns.

But before the machine gunner had the chance to hit the first shuttle, Fan Guowen's shot directly exploded a cloud of blood on the machine gunner's forehead, and the Japanese officer next to him was also overturned by another sharpshooter at the same time.

Relying on the large number of people, the Japanese and puppet troops began to charge, and the bullets rained down on Fan Guowen's vicinity, but Fan Guowen didn't dare to be careless. Among the Japanese and puppet troops, there were at least two sharpshooters waiting for him to mess up. .

"Baga!~" Otsuka Jili, who was lying in the snow, pulled the bolt of the gun to withdraw from a hot shell, and cursed secretly. The shot just now was just next to that cunning Balu, who looked strangely like Like ghosts and shadows, he fired a shot to change places, and the Japanese and puppet soldiers who rushed up kept falling under his guns, and sometimes they were even shot into candied haws, knocking down two of them in one shot.

Trying his best to maintain concentration, Otsuka Ji moved his gun quietly, not even daring to breathe. In winter, the white mist exhaled could easily reveal his position, but he didn't dare to be careless at all. For the same sharpshooter, there is often only one shot that determines life and death.

Otsuka Ji didn't want to disappoint the cultivation that the officers had given him, and wanted to kill a few more Balus to make contributions to the captain.If it weren't for his marksmanship being more accurate than other soldiers and being appreciated by the captain, and he was lucky enough to be selected into the sharpshooter team with good rations, otherwise, where there is enough rice and white noodles to eat every day, I am afraid that he would have to eat like other ordinary soldiers Rough cornmeal buns, you have to save up for several months to enter the comfort station, and you have to queue for a long time but only have 15 minutes to hug the delicate women. same treatment.

I couldn't stop cursing the cunning of the Eight Routes, as if God was blessing the Eight Routes. Except for one of the shots that wounded a soldier of the Eight Routes, the other shots were almost all missed.

Soldiers of the Japanese and puppet soldiers rushed forward howling, and were knocked down again by accurate shots. Otsuka Ji would not have any mercy on these capable guys. Ordinary soldiers with no strengths are only worthy of cannon fodder. However, he I admire those eight-way sharpshooters. Facing so many people shouting and charging, they can still shoot one shot at a time. This psychological quality is really unusual.

"Then let's compete! Let's have a samurai duel!" Otsuka Ji touched his helmet and put it on a stone. This is what the instructor in the sharpshooter team said, but taking off the helmet also has certain risks. If it was jumped, it would be fatal without the protection of a helmet.

After Renqiu County was disturbed by the snipers lurking in from the [-]th District Team, Ono Erxiong was really afraid of those five-company sharpshooters who appeared and disappeared. Can't all be converted into sub-numbers? !Seeing how powerful the Wulian sharpshooter is, Ono Erxiong couldn't sit still. He sampled the soldiers with good marksmanship from the team to form a special sharpshooter team. He begged his grandpa to tell his grandma to borrow a cold-handed gunner from the headquarters. The instructor led this sharpshooter team, and they were dispersed into various squadrons during the battle, and they were used as a trump card. There were only a dozen sharpshooters in the sharpshooter team, and several of them were guarding next to Ono Erxiong. The district team had premeditated such an extravagant use. Six of them were released at a time, which was equivalent to the ration of sharpshooters for a squadron of the Japanese Army in Renqiu County.