The country is broken

"Company commander! At two o'clock, look!~" The sharpshooter who followed Fan Guowen to block the attack suddenly pointed to a snow hill on the right.

A faint black spot on the snow, looming, is a steel helmet!There is a steel helmet in this place, what else can it explain? !

The sharpshooter immediately raised his gun and aimed, ready to seize the opportunity of the enemy's carelessness and launch a fatal blow.

"Wait!~" Fan Guowen suddenly stopped him. He felt that something was wrong. Although communism adheres to a materialist worldview, the sixth sense honed on the battlefield often plays a key role in life and death duels. Guowen is extremely sensitive to his own feelings.

As a sharpshooter, how could the enemy be so careless, Fan Guowen immediately became suspicious when he thought of this. [

After the infantrymen of the Japanese and puppet army were continuously hit by sharpshooters, they were blown by the fierce cold wind and gradually calmed down with a wave of blood. There is only one life, and if you have money and a woman, you also have to enjoy your life. The charge towards Fan Guowen and the others began to be timid, and some puppet soldiers even threw themselves into the snow nest, shooting wildly,

The three soldiers with Wanyan Ding used constant evasive actions, leaving no dead ends in the action, and slowly withdrawing from the battlefield to ensure safety. They had already opened a distance of nearly 500 meters from the broken Fan Guowen, even if the Japanese sharpshooter wanted to It is not easy to hit a target thousands of meters away in this kind of thick snow terrain, the reflection of the snow alone is enough to dazzle the eyes.

Fan Guowen carefully looked at the position of the helmet, and sneered. This kind of trick is left over from five consecutive games. The enemy sharpshooter wants to find out the position of him and another soldier, and play a counter-sneak attack.

"You!" Fan Guowen pointed to the sharpshooter nearby and winked at the same time. He focused on those enemy sharpshooters, while the other Japanese and puppet troops formed an encirclement circle.Almost non-threatening.

The sharpshooter immediately understood what it meant, and the enemy sharpshooter used fishing tactics, so he led you to shoot first.

The sharpshooter lowered his body, took off his cloak, and at the same time took out a grenade, grabbed a few handfuls of snow to wrap it up, then fired and stopped for two seconds.Throw it out casually.

Behind the snow hill, a snowball was thrown out.

boom! ~Huge snow blocks were flying around, and the ordinary soldiers of the Japanese and puppet army trembled in fright.

Otsuka Ji saw a white shadow flashing by a snow hill at the same time as the snow was flying, and he hurriedly adjusted his gun and was about to shoot. Suddenly, he heard a gunshot from the side. It was his comrade-in-arms Masao Yamazaki who fired. Seeing that white shadow tremble, he threw himself into the snow.

Before Otsuka Ji could react to the preemptive firing of his comrades, there was another gunshot in the distance.Masao Yamazaki seemed to have been bumped by something, he fell back suddenly, and leaned to the side.He flung himself into the snow nest and did not move. The white juice mixed with blood shot out from his forehead, staining the snow on the ground very conspicuously.

Feeling anxious, Otsuka Ji's back was drenched in cold sweat, and the enemy's counterattack was too fast. From Yamazaki's firing to his two gunshots, the interval was almost less than two seconds, almost While Yamazaki fired, the enemy had already confirmed Yamazaki's location and shot Yamazaki directly.As for hitting the forehead with a single shot, that was almost expected. Not to mention the accuracy of expert duels, it has always been a one-shot kill.

"Be careful, be careful!" Otsuka Ji kept repeating these words in his heart. The Eighth Route Army sharpshooter made him put away his contempt. He had already discovered that the white that jumped out when the grenade exploded was actually a white dress. cloak.If he had just fired the gun just now, he might be the one who got a hole in his forehead right now.

"Turn up the throwing canister!" The squadron leader of the Japanese army, Tokugawa Nobunaga, couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. Just now, an excellent sharpshooter was blown out of his brain by Eight Routes, and his left eye was directly blown into a bloody hole. The situation was extremely miserable, and the machine gunners on the other side had never been able to empty a shuttle magazine in a row, and the sharpshooters on the eight routes forced no one to touch those machine guns.

Compared with the well-selected sharpshooters of the sharpshooter team, almost a squadron of soldiers who wiped out the entire army without even seeing the enemy's appearance is hardly worth mentioning, but the squadron leader Tokugawa can't bear the loss of his subordinates in vain.

Three [-]-caliber throwing cannons were quickly set up, and a few cannons flew into the sky first, constantly turning over the broken snow a few hundred meters in front of them, like snow trees that flashed in the pan, and the snow pillars kept rising and dissipating, blown by the cold wind The sky is full of snow powder.

Fan Guowen cursed those goddamn Japanese in a low voice, and kept retreating away from the firing range of the throwing cannon. The lethality of the Japanese throwing cannon in this snow field should not be underestimated. The seemingly thick snow actually does not have much defense Facing the scorching hot slices, it is almost no different from tofu, and the snow layer covers the ground. If you are not careful, the slices may fly out from under the snow layer, making people caught off guard.

Squadron leader Tokugawa wiped the hygienic mustache under his nose triumphantly, and said to himself: "See how long you can hide, hmph, don't you have to be thrown out like a mouse!"

Otsuka Ji saw figures flickering in the snow in front of him, and the eight-way sharpshooter dodged farther and farther away. He was so anxious that he stood up directly from the snow regardless of his concealed figure, aiming at the moving target. shooting.

Boom! ~[

A hair brushed against Fan Guowen's shoulder, a hole was torn in his coat, his shoulders gradually overflowed with blood, but the oily skin was still scraped, Fan Guowen grinned in pain, if he hadn't moved instinctively just now, I'm afraid this The gun was about to hit him in the heart.

"Company commander!" Another sharpshooter said anxiously when he saw the company commander was shot.

"I'm fine, I just rubbed my skin a little bit, be careful!" Fan Guowen felt that the fly that was chasing after him was extremely threatening, he slowed down and turned around, planning to deal with that annoying fly first!Fan Guowen threw his white cloak to the marksman, and said, "Take it and go first! I'll break it!"

"Damn it!" Fan Guowen pressed the butt of his rifle on his shoulder, and echoed a demonstration-style shot, shooting and killing an enemy soldier who bowed and moved up. Unexpected move.

"Baga!~" Seeing that the opponent was about to leave the optimal range, Otsuka Ji was a little anxious. The shot just now did not kill the opponent. The opponent was really lucky.

"Give it to me!" In order to create a chance for the sharpshooter, the squadron leader Tokugawa almost racked his brains, and once again drove the Japanese and puppet soldiers to press forward, trying to drive the rabbits away by pulling weeds, forcing the Eighth Route Army to attack. Sharpshooters show up for your own sharpshooters and tossers.

Boom! ~

Just a gunshot!

Squadron leader Tokugawa's pupils dilated, and a bright red liquid spewed out between his brows. With an almost unbelievable look in his eyes, he slowly fell on his back.

"Where are you?! Where are you? How could you?!" The Japanese sharpshooter Otsuka Ji, who had been trying his best to look into the distance, was surprised to find that the gunshot was fired within a very short distance.

Otsuka Ji was chilled all over his body, and the squadron leader Tokugawa died like this. He jumped up almost reflexively, holding the gun and jumped up vigilantly. With 12 cautions in his heart, he looked around, especially the gunshot just now. place, he paid special attention to.

The cold wind swept across the ground, rolling up a cloud of snow powder. Except for the sound of the Japanese and puppet soldiers charging and the bombardment of throwing cannons, Otsuka Ji's palms were covered with cold sweat. He was almost sure that the sharpshooter of the Eighth Route Army was nearby. Moreover, it was extremely bold and did not escape, but infiltrated in instead.

Boom! ~ Otsuka Ji tentatively fired a shot at a suspicious place, his head dug into the snow, only a hole the size of a dimple was revealed.

Otsuka Ji fired another shot. This shot obviously miscalculated the thickness of the snow, and the shot that penetrated the snow layer hit the calf of a puppet soldier who was advancing. The unlucky soldier who took a black shot immediately fell down in the snow and howled.

"Baga!" Otsuka Ji cursed at his miss!

Otsuka Ji was turning his head to continue searching, suddenly he was taken aback, his expression froze immediately, out of the corner of his eye he saw the black muzzle of a rifle pointing straight at him, Otsuka Ji could be sure without hesitation, as long as the other party Pull the trigger, and the shot from the muzzle can go straight through his temple.

The owner of the gun was wearing the clothes of a Japanese soldier. Obviously, the Japanese military uniform was not carefully worn, and it was a little messy.

There was a wry smile on Otsuka Ji's face, he slowly lowered his gun, and said, "You won!" After all the calculations, he didn't expect that the other party didn't escape, but put on his own military uniform, pretending to be his own, and quietly moved to Beside me, I was too focused on looking for the characteristics of the opponent's white cloak before, but neglected that the enemy appeared beside me in another way.

With a cynical smile on the corner of his mouth, Fan Guowen's behavior is almost as crazy as Li Wei's sometimes. If he doesn't enter the tiger's den, he won't catch a tiger's cub. This can only be attributed to being taught badly by that little bastard Li Wei. Who dares to eat the bear's heart and leopard's courage like this, and instead arches into the enemy pile.

Boom! ~Fan Guowen pulled the trigger lightly, blew the gunpowder smoke casually, and was still rushing towards the Japanese and puppet troops. He didn't have the energy to worry about the squadron leader and his own sharpshooter being shot and killed secretly.

"The world is finally quiet!" Fan Guowen breathed out as if he was relaxed, like a nagging Tang Monk whose intestines were pulled out, strangled his neck three times, and he just rolled his eyes completely.

For Fan Guowen, the remaining small shrimps are no longer a concern. [