From the moment the figure of the first Japanese soldier jumped out, Lin Hao's fingers were already ready to pull the trigger.

It's just that he forcibly held back. He's gambling on human nature, on the humanity of the Japanese.

As Liu Tuanzuo once said, if you want to be a good sniper, you must not only observe the environment and terrain, but more importantly, you must learn to know what your enemies are thinking.

As a veteran, the Japanese soldier would never expose himself to danger easily. When the Japanese army tested two grenades in a row, both of which exploded more than ten meters away from him, Lin Hao knew that he had made the right bet.

Such a sparse level of grenade shooting is by no means the level of the veteran grenadier.

Prey, not yet present.

Therefore, the Japanese grenadier who had exhausted the mechanism died.

In order to eliminate this biggest threat to the top of the mountain, Lin Hao took the risk of firing two shots in a row to completely kill him. Only then did he hold his gun, jump out of the bunker, and burrow into a bush three or four meters away from the position at the top of the mountain.

It was a very dangerous position, not only the Japanese infantry could shoot, but also the machine guns could shoot, but it was the most effective position to dodge the grenade, and it was better to gamble than wait to be killed by the grenade.

Sure enough, in the next second, the position where Lin Hao had stayed before was shrouded in gunsmoke, and the Japanese army's deputy shooter retaliated by firing three grenades in a row, blowing up the surrounding ten square meters to the ground and rocks.

The Japanese machine gunners and infantry looked at the Chinese soldier who jumped out of cover, and naturally they were not polite, and the frantic bullets hit the bushes here as if they were in a violent storm.

"Mouse, mouse, what's wrong with you?" The old monkey who witnessed all this couldn't help but hiss, "Damn, potato, fight with the little devil, shoot and shoot." ”

The two Chinese soldiers shot desperately down the hill, and the old monkey even lay his body on the fortifications, ignoring the smoke from the machine gun bullets on the opposite side, and the closest to him was not even half a meter.

The 71 rounds of drums that had just been installed were completely empty within a dozen seconds, and the Japanese troops who were shooting on the hillside were successfully knocked down again.

"Bang" a familiar gunshot sound.

One of the Japanese machine guns, which was firing heavily, suddenly stalled.

The precision shooter who has removed the biggest threat shows his presence with his record, and the crooked machine gun shooter with a machine gun mount more than 30 centimeters high really has his chest erected too high.

"The rat is fine, potato, hold on to Lao Tzu, and take the rat back to the position." The old monkey squeezed the bullets into the drum as he screamed at the recruits.

At least half a minute, he couldn't fire again, and the two spare drums he carried had been emptied, and this half a minute was not only the danger of Lin Hao in the rocks and grass under the position, but also the most dangerous time on the entire position.

Potato didn't answer, but the constant gunfire had answered for him.

Fortunately, the independent regiment equipped the infantry with semi-automatic rifles, and the rate of fire of ten rounds in ten seconds far exceeded that of single-shot rifles such as the Type 38 and Hanyang-made rifles.

Otherwise, the Japanese army would have attacked the hilltop position long ago.

However, that's it, with the sudden weakness of the firepower of the hilltop position, the Japanese army fought back while desperately climbing upward, and the Japanese troops closest to the position were no more than 30 meters.

Lin Hao's gun rang out again, and another Japanese machine gunner fell to the ground, but then a torrent of bullets hit his hiding place. Whether it was the co-shooter who took over the machine gun in the hands of the killed shooter, or the last two grenadiers, they all desperately shot at Lin Hao's position and bombarded.

They, not only for revenge, but also for saving their lives. With this cold gunner with accurate marksmanship, they may lose their lives like their companions at some point.

But this time, Lin Hao didn't move.

It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that he can't.

Underneath him was blood all over the ground.

Although he jumped out of cover before the grenade exploded, only Lin Hao himself knew that although the Japanese army's secondary shooter was worse, he was not a fool after all, and his third grenade finally did not do useless work.

A grenade shrapnel was embedded in his back.

But this was not the main injury that made him incapacitated, what really kept him here was a bloody hole in his thigh, the masterpiece of the Japanese machine gun. The 6.5mm bullet is not a large caliber, but it is full of damage.

The most terrible thing about a wound the size of a small wine glass is not the pain and inability to move, but the massive blood loss in an instant can quickly take away people's lives.

The explosion of the grenade was six or seven meters away, and the bullets that splashed around him flew the rubble, and Lin Hao, who was forced to huddle behind the temporary bunker after firing a shot, tore open his pants, tightened his thighs, and firmly tied the first aid kit, shook his head, which was a little dizzy because of the sudden massive blood loss, and reluctantly looked down the mountain.

Only the semi-automatic rifles of the potatoes were firing on the position, and although the submachine guns of the squad leader monkeys were fierce, the reloading after emptying the spare drums created a fire vacuum. The Japanese army was getting closer and closer to the position, and even Lin Hao could see the hideous eyebrows under his steel helmet.

And the three light machine guns of the Japanese army are still roaring, and the two grenadiers are still firing, don't look at them are now being restrained by themselves, but once the Japanese army is close to 20 meters, they will suppress the position with all their might, even if his marksmanship is like a god, the bullets do not miss, and he can only kill ten people at most, and once the remaining seven or eight Japanese soldiers rush to the position, it will be the death of everyone.

This battle is destined to require sacrifice!

A hint of perseverance flashed in Lin Hao's eyes.

"Squad leader, remember to help me record and see how many Lao Tzu can kill." Lin Hao roared wildly, put the gun on the stone, and aimed his eyes at the scope.

As the three machine guns swept at his combat position, the accurate shooter, who had never been lurking and shooting cold guns, chose to face them head-on, facing the three machine guns.

There was no time, he didn't have the time or the strength to snipe them one by one by the passage of time.

All he could do now was see who killed who first, whether he was swept by a machine-gun bullet first, or he shot the enemy in the head.

Just like the duel between the ancient knights of Europe, if death is inevitable, then it must also die on the way to the charge.

At that moment, the precision shooter seemed to forget the bullets flying in his ears, and one bullet even passed through his sideburns, and the smell of burning hair came from the tip of his nose. He just looked into the scope, put the Japanese machine gunner's head into the crosshair, and pulled the trigger.

His eyes were brighter than ever, and his hands were steady.

One shot, one killed.

Two shots, machine guns stopped.

One by one, the blood flowers bloomed in the valley, and at the same time, they also bloomed on Lin Hao's body.

The 6.5mm bullet swept through his arm, blasting flesh and revealing white stubble.

Lin Hao didn't move, his arms couldn't move, so he clamped the butt with his cheek raiser and shoulder socket, moved the muzzle, turned to the next target, and shot again firmly.

Six shots in a row emptied Lin Hao's magazine. The three machine guns of the Japanese army were all dumbfired, all four shooters died, and the only deputy shooter did not die, but fled, before Lin Hao aimed at him, he dropped the machine gun and fled, frantically fleeing to the mountains and forests behind, leaving behind his companions.

He had never seen such a frantic infantryman dare to face the strafing fire of three machine guns and shoot four people in a row.

Six guns, four people. What terrified the Japanese army was not only the extremely accurate marksmanship, but also the fact that he would not die. How did he avoid the bullets when the three machine guns fired at least 100 rounds during the fire?

The distance of more than 200 meters made the Japanese shooter who fled timidly unable to see the appearance of his opponent, and if he could see it clearly, he would not be so confused.

Their opponents are also unable to avoid bullets. He wasn't going to avoid it.

He was already a man of blood.

Shot in the head, the rounded corners of the steel helmet were lucky enough to help him bounce off, leaving only deep bullet marks on the steel helmet, leaving only the vertigo caused by the violent impact, which was undoubtedly the lightest injury; A broken right arm could only be regarded as a serious injury, but the two bloody holes in his right chest showed that if the bleeding was not stopped quickly, even if he was not hit in the heart, the bleeding alone could kill him.

Emptying all the bullets in the gun, Lin Hao, who had a headache and could barely see anything clearly, vaguely heard the roar of the Japanese light machine gun, which was no longer familiar, and took the gun into his arms with one hand, and fell on his back.

"Mouse! What about your dog-day people? Don't hurry up and climb up for Lao Tzu. The roar of the old monkey rang out from the position, and the familiar sound of the Suomi submachine gun roared again.

Squad leader! I'm sorry, I can't give the children's red envelopes, if I can, my pension and bonus should be enough, no matter how many more you can have。。。。。。 Facing the sky on his back, Lin Hao, who felt that his eyes were getting darker and darker, showed a smile on his face.

You know, he killed at least a few of them just now, dozens of oceans!