On the slope of the hill, there is a strong flat-fire sniper position, with 50 flat-fire sniper guns, nearly 200 gunners and assistants, and two squadrons of devils to protect them.

The person in charge is the young Qinghe Shaozo.

This guy is an arrogant aristocratic kid who specializes in flat-firing snipers and is also a sharpshooter. Just now, it was he who "bent" three shells into the trenches.

After finding that there was no movement in the trenches on the opposite side, he ordered a ceasefire, raised his binoculars, and stared at the other side's trenches, very annoyed and disdainful.

He thought: Baga, using flat-fire snipers, actually has to rely on trenches, and he doesn't understand the 'infantry drill code' at all. Hmph, fighting these hillbillies is a loss of my aristocratic status.

How many of them were killed by the 300 shells just now?

Half, or a third?

He exclaimed, "Imperial warriors, we are condescending and have the upper hand. They were blown up by us and didn't dare to take their heads, and they became turtles with shrunken heads. Keep an eye on them, give them a shot as soon as they come up, and blow them to pieces. Hahaha, they are nothing more than hillbillies, not opponents of the Imperial Warriors. ”

At this time, the shouts of killing in front of the main position rang out, and the strong attack of Inuyangqiang began, and under the cover of the remaining 26 tanks, mortars, and grenadiers, the infantry brigade rushed forward to kill.

Strangely, Qinghe Shaozuo found that there was no movement at all in the Huaxia trenches.

Hmph, it must be waiting for their flat-fire snipers to bombard the tanks.

Dreaming, with me staring, they can't move.

After thinking about it, he walked up to a flat-fire sniper, lay down to aim, and fired a shot decisively.

The shells screamed away and fell right into the trenches, exploding violently.

The devil soldiers around cheered, and their morale soared.

In the trenches of the "Pingwu Artillery", Qinghe Shaozuo's cannon came over, which was too unexpected.

Two brothers from the dummy artillery team heard the whistling of shells and fell to their stomachs, and although they were not injured by shrapnel, they were hit by the shock wave, fell to one side, and passed out.

Lin Hucheng shouted: "Be careful, there are sharpshooters on the other side." ”

He saw that Inuyoqiang had carried out a strong attack, and dispatched the last tank, and the support of the "flat artillery" was most needed on the position, but he could not move without blowing up the opponent's flat-firing sniper.

Tanks fired shells, bombarded positions, and brothers were constantly killed and wounded.

Lin Hucheng decisively shouted: "Fake artillery team, go to artillery!" ”

The forty-eight brothers of the fake artillery team were on the east side of the position, and as soon as they heard the order, they quickly moved the fake guns out, carried them to the trenches, and then hid in the "ghost king cave".

Lin Hucheng roared: "As soon as the devil fires the cannon, the real artillery team will act immediately." ”

On the hillside, Qinghe Shaozuo held a telescope, staring at it, and shouted: "Huaxia gunner, don't be a turtle with a shrunken head, come out, I will reward you with a few shells." ”

The devil soldiers laughed, very proud, thinking that they were condescending and had the chance to win. What's more, Shao Zuo is also a sharpshooter.

Suddenly, Qinghe Shaozo found that dozens of flat-firing snipers appeared in the opponent's eastern position, aiming at this side.

He was overjoyed and shouted: "East, direction at nine o'clock, quick, aim, shoot!" ”

Needless to say, he personally controlled a cannon, quickly aimed, and fired the cannon as quickly as possible.

The shells whizzed away.

"Boom"

Hitting the target, a "flat-fire sniper gun" flew into the air, fell heavily and turned into parts.

Qinghe Shaozo roared excitedly: "Beautiful, well done!" Shoot, fire! ”

The assistant immediately loaded the shells.

Fifty flat-firing snipers were fired at the same time, and a whistling sound sounded, and fifty shells whizzed away.

The devil's marksmanship was really powerful, and out of the 50 shells, 30 actually hit the target, and 30 "flat-fire snipers" were immediately blown up and turned into parts.

Aiming straight at flat shooting, it's powerful.

For the devil who is skilled in archery, he can even shoot a cannonball into the shooting hole of the pillbox.

Qinghe Shaozo laughed: "I know how powerful the imperial army is." Not dead yet? Shoot, fire! ”

Soon, fifty shells were fired horizontally, smashed on the remaining "flat-fire snipers", and blew them up.

Qinghe Shaozuo laughed wildly: "It's effortless, kill them all, kill them all!" ”

Suddenly, he heard a scream!

Yaga!

This is?

He jerked his head back, and he was terrified!

The shells were too fast to see, but he saw dozens of flat-firing snipers set up in the trenches to the west, and the muzzles of the guns were smoking.

Obviously, the other side has just fired a shot.

Abominable sounds!

He subconsciously threw himself on the ground and shouted, "Lie down! ”

Late, fifty shells came flat, extremely accurate, hitting twenty flat-firing snipers, turning them into parts, and more than forty gunners were blown to pieces, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Qinghe Shaozuo was frightened, rolling continuously, and hurriedly left the position.

He knew very well that the second round of shells was coming.

Sure enough, as soon as he rolled away, the second round of fifty shells came flat, blowing up fifteen flat-firing snipers, and more than thirty gunners were shattered into pieces.

Qinghe Shaozo roared: "Fight back, fight back!" ”

He frantically pounced in front of a flat-fire sniper and quickly turned around.

The rest of the devils hurriedly turned the direction of the fourteen flat-fire snipers, aimed them at the west, and began to aim.

But it was too late, except for Qinghe Shaozuo who fired a cannon, the other gunners were blown away by the roaring fifty shells before they could pull the trigger.

Qinghe Shaozuo's cannon was very accurate, hitting a flat-firing sniper, and the two brothers had no time to dodge and died heroically.

Lin Hucheng was furious and shouted: "No. 1 to No. 5 cannons, aim at him, shoot, fire!" ”

He felt that the other party was a cannon god, and if he didn't defeat him, there would be endless troubles.

He shouted loudly: "Five cannons chasing souls, five cannons chasing souls!" ”

Qinghe Shaozo frantically turned the flat-firing sniper gun again and fired the last shot of his life.

This hateful guy is really a cannon god, this cannon hit another "flat cannon", two soldiers were blown up, and died bravely.

Qinghe Shaozo still wanted to fire the third cannon, but it was too late, and five shells were fired at him at the same time!

Hearing the terrible whistling sound, he felt bad and rolled desperately.

It's a pity that it was late, and five shells hit at the same time and crashed into the sniper.

In the violent explosion, Qinghe's feet were blown off, and he could scream in pain.

He stared at the legs that were spurting blood, and he felt no pain, only bone-chilling despair.

"Yaga, I'm hurt? How could I possibly get hurt...... Ah, so much blood, I'm going to die...... No, no, I can't die...... I'm a nobleman, I'm a cannon god......"

He crawled forward desperately, howling, "Someone, help, help...... Hateful China, I don't accept it, I don't accept it...... You are cunning, not warriors...... It's a coward, a coward, ......"

He wanted to live, but unfortunately the blood was pouring and he couldn't live!

Qinghe Shaozuo slowly stopped, and he didn't blink a eye, this terrible cannon god finally went to hell.

In the trenches of the "Pingwu Artillery", Lin Hucheng looked at the sacrificed comrades-in-arms and was very sad.

But he didn't have time to be upset, because the enemy's tanks, advancing in front of the main position.

He shouted: "Brothers, leave two 'flat cannons' to watch, and the others, follow me and knock out the devil tank." ”

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