Ten minutes later.

A "bang" gunshot kicked off the prelude to the Japanese squad going to hell.

The leader of the Japanese army, Cao Cao, who was holding a sun flag, fell straight to the ground

All the Japanese soldiers skillfully lay on the ground and fired indiscriminately at the spot where the shots rang out.

Quickly judging the direction of the enemy through the wounds on the corpse of the military cao, although it is not guaranteed that the attacker will be killed, but at least it will make the attacker have some scruples, so that they can better find cover. The Kwantung Army, which can be called elite in the entire sequence of the Japanese army, showed at the moment of being attacked, and it definitely lived up to its name.

And this infantry squad is the direct squadron of the 17th Infantry Wing, to put it bluntly, it is the guard squadron, so it is naturally the elite of the elite.

However, after all, they didn't know what kind of enemy they were facing, and for Mo Xiaomei, who had a 95 percent hit rate from 250 meters away, this level of random shooting was obviously futile.

The devil's indiscriminate gun hit the trunk and leaves more than ten meters away from Mo Kitten, but this did not prevent Mo Kitten from calmly kneeling on the ground, pulling the bolt with one hand, raising the gun, aiming, and pulling the trigger, and the whole process was smooth and smooth in one go.

Mo Xiaomei's marksmanship, who was inspired by the brutal battlefield and improved at a speed that Liu Lang was amazed by, is now definitely the first person in the independent guerrilla brigade to be under Liu Lang's archery, and even surpasses countless veterans.

Correspondingly, a small hole in the steel helmet of a soldier Cao who was lying behind the stone and poked his head out to look ahead, and was about to order the Japanese troops to outflank him from both sides, suddenly appeared a small hole the thickness of a finger.

On the other side of the cliff, the shot-filled water turned over and ducked back into cover.

If there is one more fortunate thing than having a soldier with a talent for shooting, it is two.

Zeng Shui, a former bandit, is not inferior to Mo Kitten in terms of shooting talent, and is more mature and cunning in terms of mentality, from Liu Lang's point of view, Mo Kitten may be a natural sniper, and this may be a more terrifying special soldier.

Because he knows how to protect himself better, and not just want to kill the enemy.

Only by living longer can you kill and injure more people.

Liu Lang didn't teach him much, and the weeds in the mountains who had experienced countless hardships understood this truth.

The Japanese army was horrified.

The two military cao, both of whom were shot in the head, and from both directions. At this time, no matter how stupid they are, they know that they have encountered ruthless characters.

But fortunately, no matter how terrible the enemy is, from the analysis of the gunfire, there will never be many troops. And they have a reorganized infantry squad, 47 people, and now there are 45 people.

The rest of the people continued to lie down in search of more suitable cover, and the two grenadier teams quickly crawled behind the seven Chinese women, and skillfully set up the grenadiers with seven Chinese women who were tied up and could not even make them move when the gunshots rang out.

A grenadier with a range of up to 500 meters can definitely become a nightmare for any gunner, even if the Chinese sharpshooter is firing from a position more than 200 meters away.

Even if the grenade thrown from the grenadier can't kill the opponent, as long as the opponent's two accurate shooters can no longer shoot continuously, and the infantry squad with 45 troops can divide two squads to outflank the opponent from both flanks and trap the opponent to death.

This kind of frontal attraction and two-flank attack tactics have long been used by the Japanese infantry squads, and I don't know how many Chinese defenders have been defeated by their simple but practical tactical attack.

Come to think of it, those two Chinese precision shooters will be no exception.

Unfortunately, they still miscalculated.

The Chinese who came to attack, not two, but six.

Mo Xiaomei and Zeng Shui were to block the Japanese army from both flanks of the mountain and suppress the Japanese army in a certain area, but the real attack point was not them.

Instead, the three people who were outflanked from both wings, Liu Lang was alone, Zhen Dazhuang and Niu Er with a big bow were on the side.

The three of them jumped out of the hillside on both sides, and in the horrified eyes of the Japanese soldiers, the first to attack was Niu Er, who had a bow and three arrows, and the bow was pulled to the full moon, and the three arrows were like three black lightning bolts, which instantly penetrated into the bodies of the two Japanese soldiers who were holding rifles and were about to shoot at them.

At a close distance of more than twenty meters, how powerful is the arrow shot by the three-stone bow? It is known from the fact that the two Japanese soldiers were fiercely taken out by the big arrows two or three meters.

The two single soldiers emptied the bullets of the submachine guns they were carrying within two seconds, and the two spraying tongues of fire hit the Japanese army so that they had no time to counterattack, so they could only hide in temporary bunkers.

In just two or three seconds, the two men who threw away the submachine guns and carried broadswords crashed straight into the ranks of the Japanese soldiers.

Niu Er shot out the two big arrows in his mouth again, stared at a Japanese soldier who had just raised a light machine gun on the ground, dropped the big bow, pulled out the big knife behind his back and rubbed his body up.

In the distance, Mo Xiaomei and Zeng Shui didn't shoot again, and their cold eyes observed the Japanese army through the crosshair.

The main combat mission of the two of them was not to kill people, but to line up for the three individual soldiers who had entered the enemy formation, and to kill all the Japanese soldiers who might pose a threat to them.

The task of killing people was handed over to the fat chief, Zhen Dazhuang and Niu Er, who had already burned to the extreme of anger and were about to go crazy.

Liu Lang didn't plan to use firearms from the beginning.

If he just killed them, Liu Lang could have dragged them with a gun and waited for the main force to come.

Liu Lang can't wait, it's a crime to let them live for one more minute. Moreover, only by drying the blood of the devil with his own hands can he slightly extinguish his monstrous anger.

Liu Lang didn't bring anything except the thick-backed knife in his hand, and any modern firearm might alleviate the pain of the devil before he went to hell.

Liu Lang wanted each of them to slowly drain the blood on their bodies. Die too fast to do it.

The position that Liu Lang crashed into was the position of six Japanese soldiers from the two grenadier groups who had just set up the grenadier and were measuring the angle and position of the shot.

Looking at Liu Lang, who was wearing ordinary Chinese clothes with a huge body and a murderous face, running down the hillside, the expressionless faces of the seven Chinese women finally changed slightly.

Even if they were just ignorant village women, the sudden gunfire and panic of the Japanese army made them understand that someone was attacking the inhumane Japanese brutes.

And the fat man who came from ten meters away with a big knife in his hand was of course the one who came to help them avenge it.

"Kill, kill those brutes. Kill them all. Tang Yuan's already boring face was a little more angry for the first time, and he screamed in an almost crazy voice.

Yes, it's crazy, but it's a human emotion.

Yes, when he saw his three-year-old brother, who was laughing and cruelly hanging from a tree by the Japanese army, the delicate and delicate little body writhed in pain, and then returned to peace, Tang Yuan's heart was completely dead.

Her heart died in that quiet morning, the morning when the family was happy to eat wild vegetables and eat cornmeal in the small courtyard to fill their stomachs.

All the good things in her life were destroyed after the arrival of the Japanese devils.

In addition to her, the other nine members of the big family in Tangjiayu Village, grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts, cousins, elder brothers, and younger brothers, all of them were hanged on the trees they planted with their own hands.

Until she was tied up by the devil and pushed away, their bodies were still hanging like that, like the beaded curtain on the boudoir door, dense.

From that moment on, the heart of the rice balls was like ashes.

When Liu Lang hit with one knee, he knocked out a few meters of the devil who stood up in a panic and wanted to get a gun, and chopped off the big knife in his hand like lightning, directly splitting half of a Japanese soldier's arm.

Even if he tried to block it with a pure steel grenadier in a panic, it was useless, the grenadier was under the knife that Liu Lang frantically chopped, it was also, one knife, two cuts.

Then, it's human break.

The treasure knife made of cannon steel given by Master Feng is really not ordinarily sharp, and more importantly, the person who uses it has even more terrifying power.

At this time, the knife is sharp, but the person is even crazier.

The devil's terrible howl was a little higher than that of the pigs to be slaughtered, and the blood spurting out of half of his body was like a fountain.

The rice balls, which were only three or four meters away from them, had several drops on their faces.

The eldest daughter of the Tang family, who had never even killed a chicken, was not dirty, and stretched out her tongue to lick the blood of the devil splashed on her mouth, and suddenly laughed sadly, "Haha, good kill, Japanese blood is very sweet." ”

The poignant laughter made Liu Lang, who was as hard as iron, couldn't help but shiver in his heart.

A Chinese woman who took the initiative to taste the blood of devils, how much hatred do you have to hate them in her heart?

However, Liu Lang's subordinates were ruthless, 6 Japanese soldiers without any weapons were no more difficult for him to kill than to kill 6 chickens when he burst out with killing intent and all the combat power in this world.

Compared with the Xifengkou night attack on the battlefield more than ten days ago, Liu Lang, who has completely mastered the right to use his body at this time, is far from being comparable to that time, compared to his previous life, although he weighs 50 pounds and is not as good as the peak moment of his previous life in terms of agility, he is far more than ordinary elite-level soldiers.

In terms of strength, perhaps because of talent, the strength of Liu Lang, who was furious at this time, was not weaker than the peak of his previous life.

If there is a small universe explosion when you are angry, then Liu Lang at this time should belong to the kind of Saiyan transformation.

Extreme anger caused him to now have 90% of the comprehensive strength at the peak state of his previous life, which was a terrifying figure that even the instructors of the Siberian training camp were terrified.

With a knife in his right hand, he directly poked a Japanese soldier in the heart, and at the same time, he threw away the knife and struck a heavy hammer with a right fist about the size of a bowl, directly smashing a Japanese soldier wearing a Type 90 steel helmet and his steel helmet with his head.

The power of that punch is at least 800 pounds, which is comparable to the invincible boxing champion who once did not bite his ears.

Liu Lang's ferocity in madness is as brave as this.