"Fire later, hit the little devils in the thighs, don't kill them, just hurt them, do you understand?"

Yang Yun led the team towards the position of the 113th Division, and at the same time ordered the brothers of the sharpshooter platoon.

"Tuanza, why?"

Platoon commander Zhang Xingjie looked at Yang Yun in front of him with a puzzled expression and asked.

Although the other brothers of the sharpshooter platoon did not speak, they were the same as the platoon commander Zhang Xingjie, their faces were full of doubts and incomprehension.

In their opinion, if they have the opportunity to kill the little devil with one shot, they will never be left alive, and they have always done this before.

"Just do what I tell you to do, as for why...... Hehe, you'll know then. ”

Yang Yun didn't explain too much.

"Yes!"

The brothers of the sharpshooter platoon responded loudly.

Tuanzuo Yang Yun's order, they never doubted it.

Yang Yun and his brothers in the sharpshooter platoon almost increased their speed to the fastest, and since the distance between the position of the new regiment and the position of the 113th Division was not too far, in just a few minutes, they were within a distance where they could shoot the little devil.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Yun directly raised his gun and began to aim, and then directly pulled the trigger without saying a word.

only heard a crisp sound of "bang", and a little devil three hundred meters away from Yang Yun screamed and fell to the ground.

The part of the shot was the thigh of this little devil, and at this moment he directly threw away the Type 38 rifle in his hand, and then covered the part of the shot with both hands, and struggled left and right on the ground with a bitter wail.

Seeing this, the other two little devils on the side hurriedly ran over to help him check his injuries, and one of them even raised a gun to cover him.

The corners of Yang Yun's mouth twitched, and his feet kept moving, just slowing down a little, and then he continued to attack the little devil while hurrying.

Mobile shooting, for Yang Yun, is still a very simple matter.

It's just that the brothers of the sharpshooter platoon are a little unbearable, although they are known as the sharpshooter platoon, but because they have just been established and trained not long ago, in fact, their marksmanship is only a little better than that of the ordinary officers and men of the new regiment, plus they do not have a scope as an auxiliary, and the distance of more than 300 meters, let alone mobile shooting, even if they stop and shoot at a fixed point, their hitting efficiency can only reach 30 percent.

Therefore, in order to ensure the efficiency of shooting, the brothers of the sharpshooter platoon did not shoot while moving like Yang Yun, but continued to run towards the position of the 113th Division.

Of course, there are also some brothers with outstanding marksmanship who stop from time to time to shoot two shots, such as their platoon commander Zhang Xingjie.

Zhang Xingjie's marksmanship is really good, at a distance of more than 300 meters, although he can't hit a gun like Yang Yun in the group, the hit rate is also more than 90 percent.

It's just a place to hit, but it's not something he can control.

Shooting, generally aiming at the enemy's chest, because the target there is the largest and easiest to hit, and Zhang Xingjie is undoubtedly hitting the chest of the little devil at the moment.

Suddenly, Zhang Xingjie seemed to remember the order that Yang Yun had given to them before, and then began to look at the little devils that Yang Yun was shooting.

Slowly, Zhang Xingjie seemed to have some understanding of what Yang Yun said before.

Because he found that although the little devils who were hit by Yang Yun were directly dead, they were lying on the ground and wailing in pain, which was equivalent to losing their combat effectiveness.

Not only that, but if this little devil is injured, at least one little devil will rush over to help him check his injuries and treat his wounds.

In this way, although Yang Yun's shot did not kill the little devil, it was equivalent to eliminating at least two combat forces of the little devil.

After understanding this, Zhang Xingjie also began to follow suit, he no longer simply shot the little devils, but tried to shoot them in the thighs to make them lose their combat effectiveness.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and after careful aiming, Zhang Xingjie accurately hit a little devil, and the bullet hit the root of the thigh.

But it seems to be a little off, the forehead is wrong, it should be a little too close to the middle.

I saw that after the little devil screamed in pain, he fell to the ground, and then covered his crotch with both hands and struggled left and right.

And at this moment, the two little devils closest to him saw this, and they gave up the charge very decisively, and then ran over to help him check his injuries.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Xingjie's face immediately showed excitement, and at the same time, he was even more sure that he understood the order before Yang Yun.

Sure enough, at this time, he didn't need Yang Yun to explain, he already understood clearly.

Thinking of it, Zhang Xingjie immediately pulled the bolt again to push the bullet onto the load, and then fired another shot.

But unfortunately, this shot missed.

Shaking his head, Zhang Xingjie didn't get too entangled, but continued to hunt his next target.

Although he can't hit with a gun like Yang Yun, as the distance between him and the little devil closes, his hit rate is getting higher and higher.

And when they finally officially arrived at the position of the 113th Division, the distance between them and the little devils was also shortened.

Yang Yun ordered again to let the brothers of the sharpshooter platoon not kill these little devils.

The brothers of the sharpshooter platoon heard the order, and with a distance of less than 100 meters, they could still easily hit these little devils.

Although the number of sharpshooters in the platoon was small, all of them were sharpshooters, and with their addition, the pressure on the 113th Division was greatly reduced.

In addition, although the brothers of the sharpshooter platoon were merciful and would not kill these little devils, the officers and soldiers of the 113th Division would not show mercy to their subordinates.

Seeing that the brothers of the sharpshooter platoon did not kill those little devils, they followed up to mend the knives.

Especially those little devils who ran over to rescue became the primary target of the 113th Division's attack.

It may be difficult for them to fight the little devils who are running, but it is much easier to shoot at a fixed point to beat these stationary little devils.

For a time, the little devils were seriously attritional.

Finally, about ten minutes later, a little devil Shaozo finally realized that this was a conspiracy of the enemy army.

But even if he knew it was an enemy conspiracy, what could he do? Do you just abandon those wounded Imperial warriors?

The answer is clearly no.

He knew it was a hole dug for him by the enemy, but he had to jump down.

"Everyone's attention, the enemy has sharpshooters!"

This little devil Shaozo reminded his subordinates who were charging forward, and at the same time organized the little devils with good marksmanship to counter-snipe the brothers of the sharpshooter platoon.

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(End of chapter)