"Camp! What to do? Ma Dayong, the commander of the first company, came over and asked.

Ma Dayong is a native of Shanxi, tall and big, as his name suggests, brave in battle, and always in front.

"What to do?" Wang Zhong stared at Xu Qiang's back, snorted, and said, "It's better for him to go, but staying is in the way." ”

"You see, there are a few devils on horseback." At this moment, a sentry shouted.

Zhao Zilong turned his head to look, and saw a few devil officers in the distance in front of him, standing on a small high ground on horseback and pointing.

The small high ground was about two kilometers from the Nationalist positions here, and about three kilometers from where the devils were stationed, and it seemed that the devils had left the camp to inspect the military situation.

Seeing that the enemy actually ran to the front of the position, swaggering, and did not let everyone look at it, the national army was immediately angry.

"Camp! Why don't you give the devil a few shots? Chen Shichao stretched out his head and asked.

"More than two kilometers, it's useless to fight." Wang Zhong narrowed his eyes, looked at it, and shook his head.

"Little devil grandma's!" Ma Dayong scolded angrily: "It would be nice if there was a cannon, and the devil's mother wouldn't recognize it." ”

Zhao Zilong raised his eyebrows, and immediately asked, "Doesn't your battalion have two Type 92 infantry guns?" ”

He remembered that a few days ago, he met Wang Zhong's battalion near Suzhou and was surrounded by a squadron of devils, and it was he who took Zhang Long and Zhang Hu to seize the artillery positions of devils, and the counterattack on devils was able to relieve the siege, and then the third battalion took away the matter of two guns.

"Hey! Don't mention it. Ma Dayong sighed and said angrily: "Zhang Hu's kid fought well last time when he fought devils, and he broke two cannons." ”

"Oh!" Zhao Zilong was stunned, then raised his Zhongzheng rifle and watched the actions of those devils through the monoculars.

-

Kukugi was a temporary group leader of the 116th Wing under the 26th Brigade of the 114th Division.

Because the former captain Kochiba Taro was sniped by Zhao Zilong in the valley with two squadron leaders, he became the temporary captain.

He led the team to chase Zhao Zilong all the way, rarely stopping, so when he came to this position, he was a few hours earlier than they had planned.

Originally, they were going to attack the Nationalist army in the distance, but because the artillery team behind them was also attacked, the artillery was blown up. Therefore, they had to wait for another artillery squad to arrive.

However, seeing that it was getting late, they were not ready to attack, and they had to wait until tomorrow morning to act.

Therefore, Jiujiu Mu and several other lieutenant captains came to observe the military situation and discuss the attack.

"Captain Jiujiu, our camp is only five or six kilometers away from the Chinese army, will they be raided?" A devil squadron leader asked with some concern.

"No, it won't." Jiujiumu took the binoculars and replied: "I have been in China for so long, from the Northeast to the Battle of Jiasong and Shanghai, I have never heard of a sneak attack by a Zhina. Therefore, we are stationed here, and those timid Chinese troops will not dare to come, and if they dare to come, they will only shoot indiscriminately from a distance. ”

The other vice-captains of the devil nodded yes.

The squadron leader said: "I heard that the day before yesterday, the 9th Wing of the 16th Division was attacked by the Zhina people in Jurong. I don't know if you've heard of it? ”

"Humph! It was all brought in by the two beheading rice bucket lieutenants. Jiujiumu's face sank, he put down the binoculars, and said coldly: "They should have a disembowelment!" If it weren't for the fact that they said that they would behead a hundred people, and they would publish propaganda in the newspapers, how could they have been cut off by the people of Zhina, and they couldn't survive or die? ”

"However, I heard that the camp arsenal was also bombed." The devil squadron leader still said non-stop.

"Squadron Leader Murakami, you're too careful."

Kukugi glared at the other party a little impatiently, and replied disapprenously, "The news I heard is that the arsenal was blown up by some stupid guy who didn't have long eyes and accidentally threw the wrong grenade. ”

Bang!

While they were talking, suddenly a gunshot rang out from the Nationalist position.

These devil officers were taken aback for a moment.

A bullet flew in the distance above their heads.

Seeing that the bullet was a few meters away from them, these devil officers regained their spirits again.

"Captain Jiujiu, you were really right. You see, those people really don't have the courage to shoot us from such a distance? What a dream! Immediately, a deputy squadron leader said.

Jiujiu Mu listened to it and was very happy.

-

This side of the National-Army position on the hillside.

Sniping at a distance of two kilometers with a Zhongzheng rifle, Zhao Zilong did this for the first time.

Seeing that he was far from the goal, he couldn't help but sigh. In the former world, if he had a professional sniper rifle, the hit rate at this distance could not be said to be 100%, but it was about the same.

However, the shot just now, he was just a test gun.

Although there are eight times as many telescopes, there are many factors that affect the flight of bullets, at least wind speed, wind direction and temperature.

After adjusting the ruler on the Zhongzheng rifle, Zhao Zilong quietly sensed the target in the distance.

"So far, can he really hit?" Chen Shichao looked at Zhao Zilong lying on the edge of the trench strangely.

"I said, brother, don't waste your bullets." Ma Dayong stepped forward and said.

"Brother Zhao, I believe in your marksmanship." Zhang Long also said: "However, I have never seen anyone hit the target from such a distance. ”

"Yes, yes, you can't hit it at all from such a distance."

Ma Dayong, Chen Shichao and others nodded yes.

"Brother, brother believes you, just try it, it's okay to scare the little devil." Wang Zhong stepped forward and patted Zhao Zilong on the shoulder.

"Okay." Zhao Zilong nodded, and then focused his mind on those devils.

Everyone held their breath and stared at Zhao Zilong's actions in unison.

I saw him move the muzzle of the gun a little to the right, aim at the target, and then pull the trigger.

There was a gunshot, and this time the bullet still didn't hit any of the devils.

Now everyone has an opinion again.

However, Zhao Zilong was not affected, because after two shots, he had a feeling.

At this time, he seemed to sense heaven and earth, and all the movements around him were under his control.

And he is also one with the gun, he is the gun, and the gun is him.

Gently moving the muzzle of the gun up a little more, Zhao Zilong looked at the target in the distance through the telescope, his right thumb and index finger flicked a few times, and then calmly put his index finger on the cold trigger.

He narrowed his eyes, his mind without a trace of distraction, staring at his prey in the distance, his index finger snapping suddenly.

Bang!

The disemboweling bullet was like a teleporting shadow in the night, bringing a very small ripple in the air, and instantly hit the shoulder of Kukugi, who was about to leave.