The sharpshooter, as the name suggests, is the prototype of the sniper.

The most important skill of a sniper is not only superb marksmanship, but also strong battlefield survivability.

As one of the top special forces soldiers in the 21st century, Yang Yun undoubtedly knows this.

Therefore, in addition to training the marksmanship of the sharpshooter platoon brothers, Yang Yun usually trains their battlefield survivability.

At this time, the brothers of the sharpshooter platoon have brought this skill to the extreme given to them by Yang Yun, and at this moment, while they are sniping at the little devil, they are constantly changing positions.

Therefore, even if the little devils are aware of their existence, they will not be able to search for them at all.

The anti-sniper was declared a failure, and seeing that his Imperial warriors were still being sniped by enemy sharpshooters, this little devil Shaozo was extremely angry, but there was nothing he could do.

……

Although Murakami Takeshi was lying on a stretcher, his eyes stayed on the battlefield in front of him, without the slightest movement.

It's just that the more he stares, the more ugly his face becomes, frowning at the moment, and his face is even more gloomy to the extreme, almost dripping black.

However, there was still a thought in his heart, and from time to time he hammered his head to look at the watch on his right wrist.

I don't know why, the more I stared at the time, the more Murakami Takeshi felt that the time was going too slowly, and even gave him a feeling that his days were like years.

Fortunately, after finally staying up for half an hour, he gave the order to withdraw without hesitation.

As his order was conveyed to the forward battlefield, the little devils of the 29th Brigade did not hesitate to retreat towards the rear of the battlefield like a receding tide, without making the slightest stop.

When retreating, those injured little devil officers had their subordinates to help take them away, as for those injured ordinary little devils, they were completely miserable, and they could only lie quietly on the ground and wait for death, and their eyes were full of despair when they looked at their retreating companions.

"Whew-"

Seeing that the little devils who were frantically rushing towards them a moment ago all retreated backwards at this moment, the officers and soldiers of the coalition couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Those little devils are afraid, why aren't they like this?

In addition to the position of the new regiment, whether it is the position defended by the 303rd Regiment or the position defended by the 113th Division, if there is no reinforcements to help, I am afraid that it will be broken by the little devils long ago.

Even if they finally succeeded in resisting the crazy attack of the little devils, they also paid a heavy price, and the casualties of each unit were not light.

With the withdrawal of the little devils, the sound of gunfire on the battlefield suddenly decreased sharply, and at this moment, there were even a few sporadic gunshots left.

As for the sound of cannons, the army of little devils has retreated, and Sun Licai is reluctant to waste cannonballs on the battlefield for those little devils who have only half a dog's life left and can't be withdrawn.

The guns died down, but the brutality of the battle was still vivid.

The battlefield was littered with the corpses of the little devils, as well as their stumps and severed arms; Those little devils who were shot and hiccups were a little better, leaving at least one whole corpse behind; As for those stumps and broken arms, they were little devils who were killed by shells.

There were some of the little devils who survived, no, to be precise, they were unfortunate, because they were seriously injured, and at the moment they could only lie on the ground and struggle in pain and despair.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood and gunsmoke, which could not be dispersed for a long time even if the river breeze blew, and it was also dotted with some unextinguished war fires, which seemed to make the atmosphere of the entire battlefield even more depressing.

As the little devil on the attacking side is so tragic, you can imagine how tragic and cruel this battle is, naturally, the coalition officers and soldiers on the defending side also suffered many casualties, and most of them were shot in the head, almost all of them have been killed, and only a very small number of coalition officers and soldiers were only cut in the cheek or scalp by bullets, and the injuries were not serious.

"Kill! Annihilate all these remnants of the little devils to Lao Tzu! ”

At this time, Yang Yun finally issued a killing order to the brothers of the sharpshooter platoon.

In an instant, gunshots rang out on the battlefield again, although it was far less than the previous moment of fierce battle, but it was also shocking to the sky.

At a distance of tens to one or two hundred meters, the brothers of the sharpshooter platoon are sure enough of the target in the shooting movement, not to mention that these little devils are unable to move at the moment, even if they are lying on the ground at the moment, but for the brothers of the sharpshooter platoon, it is just a matter of boiling a little more effort.

Of course, it is not only the brothers of the sharpshooter platoon who are firing at this moment, but also other coalition officers and soldiers, looking at the brothers around them who were still alive and well the day before, but now they are already yin and yang, they have long hated these little devils, and now they finally have the opportunity to beat the water dogs, where will they give up this excellent opportunity?

Although the marksmanship is not very good, it is a big deal to get two more shots......

The picture pulls back to the back of the little devil.

At this moment, the chest of Takeyoshi Murakami, the captain of the 18th Wing of the little devil, rose and fell violently, and his face was even more gloomy to the extreme, obviously a sign of extreme anger.

He didn't look at the officers and soldiers who had withdrawn like lost dogs, but looked sideways at Matsuyama Yoshimasa, the commander of the Sixth Wing, and cast him an extremely angry look, stared at him deadly, and said in a cold tone: "Matsuyama Yoshimasa, half an hour has passed, you need to give me an explanation!" ”

"This ......"

Matsuyama Yoshimasa's eyes dodged, but he didn't dare to look at him, and after a moment of speech, he reorganized his words and said: "Murakami-kun, my estimate, the imperial warriors of our Fifth Brigade are about to touch the rear of the enemy, or you will order the Imperial warriors of your 29th Brigade to hold on for half an hour, as long as they are given another half an hour, they will definitely be able to give the enemy a hard blow from the rear of the enemy, otherwise, there will be no Imperial warriors of your 29th Brigade to contain them head-on, Even if they touched the rear of the enemy, it wouldn't make much difference.

Half an hour, it really only needs another half an hour, and this time you don't need the Imperial warriors of your 29th Brigade to attack with all their might, just ......"

"Baga Ya Road! Yoshimasa Matsuyama, do you think my Murakami Takeshi is a pig? It's going to take another half an hour, I'll tell you, half an hour has passed, and if you can't give me an explanation now, then don't blame me for being rude to you! ”

Takeshi Murakami didn't wait for Matsuyama Yoshimasa to finish speaking, and then interrupted him angrily.

When the words fell, he cast a look at several subordinates on the left and right.

For a while, the whole atmosphere was tense to the extreme......

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(End of chapter)