Anti-Japanese sniper action

Chapter 115 The little devil is the big winter melon
I saw a ghost lying on the ground behind the broken wall of a private house in the distance, and he secretly used a telescope to observe this side.

However, the devil officer was very vigilant. After watching for a second or two, he immediately retracted his body, waited for a while, and then secretly stretched out his head to look around.

Seeing this, Zhao Zilong twitched his mouth and smiled.

"It's you." He muttered in his heart, and then aimed the gun at the devil.

"Brother, it's him. He should be a scout."

Wang Zhong didn't know where to find a pair of binoculars. He looked in the direction Zhao Zilong's gun was pointing at, and whispered beside him.

"Bing Zuo! Don't disturb Big Brother Zhao." Wen Bin reminded from the side.

"You brat, shut up!" Wang Zhong gave Wen Bin a dissatisfied look.

Wen Bin shrank back in fright, stuck out his little tongue, and then quickly lay down.

When the devil officer's head in the distance just stuck out, Zhao Zilong hooked his right index finger.

Bah!
The first shot was fired from the Zhonghuamen position.

This gunshot sounded particularly crisp.

It also declared to the devils that Chinese men have sent the most powerful response to the invaders.

After the gunshot, Zhao Zilong saw through the binoculars that devil officer was lying on the ground, his head had been pierced with a hole, and red and white spots flowed out.

"Good job!" Wang Zhong gave a thumbs up.

"Of course Big Brother Zhao hit the target." Wen Bin spit out.

Although he didn't see whether Zhao Zilong's shot hit the devil officer, but looking at the other's confident look, he firmly believed in the other's marksmanship.

Seeing that their officers were killed, those devils immediately held a three-eighth cover and fought back.

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For a while, there was a lot of gunfire.

Bullets swished towards Zhonghua Gate.

But because of the long distance, those bullets were just flying around the heads of the national soldiers, venting the so-called anger of the devils.

Zhao Zilong saw that the devils were shooting aimlessly, but he would not be so stupid as to continue lying on the ground, so he retracted his body and leaned against the pile of sandbags.

"Brother Zhao! How did you manage to kill that devil with one shot?" Wen Bin leaned over and asked.

"Hehe!" Zhao Zilong twitched his mouth and smiled. He touched the opponent's little head and said, "Didn't I teach you before? As long as you calm down and see the target, don't think about anything, just treat him as a Big Donggua, you can hit it naturally."

"Oh! It turns out that the little devil is a big wax gourd. Then I know." Wang Bin smiled.

"The devil is approaching." At this time, a voice of a national army came from a distance.

"I'll try to make one too." Wen Bin immediately picked up the [-] cover beside him.

Because in several battles, their 262 regiment captured more than 100 [-] big caps, so the rifle equipment of their battalion was not uniform, except for the Zhongzheng rifle, which was the [-] big caps.Therefore, what gave Wang Zhong a headache was the issue of bullets.

The Zhongzheng rifle is okay, and you can apply for supplements from the Military Supplies Department of the National Army, but the [-]th cover does not have many bullets, and those guns without bullets are similar to fire sticks.

Most of those three-eighth caps were assigned to recruits. When recruits entered the battlefield, not only were they not good at marksmanship, but what made Wang Zhong even more troublesome was that they fired indiscriminately and did not save bullets at all.

"Don't shoot indiscriminately. Save bullets. It's said to be a devil's firepower reconnaissance." Seeing Wen Bin raise the [-]-cap, Wang Zhong immediately reached out to stop him.

"I want to shoot and shoot devils like Brother Zhao." Wen Bin muttered with some dissatisfaction.

"Let's talk about it when you learn that your marksmanship is as accurate as your brother Zhao's." Wang Zhong dropped the sentence, then walked to the other side and told the company commanders and platoon leaders to keep their eyes on their subordinates and not shoot randomly.

"Hey!" Wen Bin could only sigh. He looked at Zhang Hu who was playing with the anti-aircraft gun in the distance.

He said a little enviously and a little discouraged: "Brother Zhao! You are good at marksmanship, and Brother Xiaohu's cannon is also accurate, so I'm useless."

"Xiao Bin! Don't be discouraged, you can kill devils too. As long as you kill devils, you can use any method." Zhao Zilong comforted, then picked up the Zhongzheng rifle, turned around, and looked at the devils in the distance.

Through the binoculars, he saw that the devils had learned to be good now, and they used the cover to keep crossing forward, and the devils shot purposefully towards the position while running.

Devil fire reconnaissance is to use a small number of people to pretend to attack and let the national army fight back, so as to judge the firepower of the national army.

Zhao Zilong looked through the binoculars and saw behind the group of devils, about one or two kilometers away, several devil officers were watching with binoculars.

He really wanted to kill those devil officers, but after making a judgment, the wind was a bit strong now, and the distance was indeed too far.

In the past, he was able to hit individual devils within one kilometer, most of them depended on luck.Now the temperature is changing a lot if it is more than one kilometer away, so he doesn't have much confidence.

With a bang, a gunshot came from the 264 regiment next door.

Through the binoculars, Zhao Zilong saw a devil who was about to rush to the moat, about 400 meters away, and fell down.

Then there was another gunshot, and another devil fell down.

"Good marksmanship." He thought to himself.

For ordinary soldiers, it is a waste of bullets to shoot the target with a general center rifle over 200 meters, and it depends on luck to hit the enemy.

Now two consecutive shots hit the devil 400 meters away, which shows that this kind of marksmanship is super accurate.

Now that there are people with such good marksmanship in the friendly army, Zhao Zilong of course feels sympathetic to each other.

"Brother Zhao! The people over there said they want to compete with you." At this time Zhang Long came over.

Pointing to the position of the 264 regiment on the left, he said: "Just now they had a flag bearer who told me in flag language that when they saw you killing a devil officer here, they wanted to compete with you to see who killed the devil many."

"Brother Zhao, let's compare, you will definitely win!" Wen Bin on the side immediately agitated.

"Okay!" Zhao Zilong frowned, and immediately responded.

Now that he met his peers, his hands were of course itchy.

Bah!
There was another gunshot over there, but Zhao Zilong saw that the other side's shot did not hit the devil, because the devil also reacted quickly and hid all of a sudden.

Although those devils were more than 300 meters closer, they were more careful, so even if the gunman here was accurate, he might not be able to hit every shot.

About a small group of devils was killed five or six times by the national army gunner from the 264th regiment, and there were more than a dozen devils left who continued to charge alternately to test the firepower of the national army.

Moreover, the devil's bullets are not vegetarian. They are close now, and under the cover of a crooked machine gun, the bullets hit the sandbags with a loud sound, making everyone unable to look up.

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