The big green wolf Xiong Er has done his best, almost at the speed of the eruption of the leopard, the straight-line distance is up to 800 meters, and the distance between the mountains and the mountains is actually more than 1,500 meters, and the mountains are rocky and the cliffs are everywhere, but it only took four minutes.

Although it can't speak, the animal's acuity can make it feel the nervousness of its companions, which is the kind of tension that can only be found when facing a terrible enemy. It understands why its companions don't retreat, because wolves never retreat.

Even if the four claws have been cut by the sharp stone edges, even if they spit out their long tongues, there is no even fishy saliva dripping from them.

When Ye Zifei took out the note, and before the health soldier wanted to use alcohol to disinfect and bandage its paws, Xiong Er suddenly turned around and got up, and ran away wildly.

Because of exhaustion, and perhaps because of the wounds of its four claws, the wolf's speed was far less than when it came with a wild run, but it was extremely resolute, and the call of the warriors, it turned a deaf ear, and quickly disappeared into the forest.

It's a wolf. But it is also a fighter.

It did its job. Now, it's time to go back to your companions.

Wolves have never been in the habit of abandoning their companions.

His companions have indeed reached a life-and-death moment.

The Japanese grenadiers were very cunning, and the death of the carp Dengxing was not only painful and desperate, but also a reminder. Remind them that there is an enemy in the mountains with unparalleled marksmanship. Not the person who could hit a person in the head with one shot at a distance of 300 meters.

The grenadiers, who were rarely exposed, hid themselves behind rocks, carefully observed the battlefield in the cracks of the stones, and fired grenades at the locations where the Chinese were shooting.

Lin Hao shot twice, only wounding one person, and also hit a stone with a shot, so that the Japanese grenadiers narrowly and narrowly dodged. If the goal of killing the enemy with one shot is not achieved, at most it can only be contained, so that the grenadiers who have scruples cannot hit so accurately.

But this, obviously, could not reduce the pressure on the two companions.

While the old monkey and potato kept changing positions to avoid grenadier attacks, the Japanese army, after paying four more casualties, had reached the foot of the mountain and began to attack upward.

However, the three light machine guns of the Japanese army seemed to have discovered the weakness of the Chinese defenders on the hilltop position, and began to continuously fire at the two points that posed the greatest threat to their infantry, in an attempt to suppress the fire continuously, so that the two of them could not even raise their heads.

If the Japanese army goes up more than 20 meters, it will enter the dead end of the shooting hole, and it will have to lie down on the fortifications and shoot downward, which will undoubtedly be extremely dangerous.

"Throw grenades at Lao Tzu." With the old monkey's roar, the potato and the old monkey quickly dropped the few grenades beside him.

At least two Japanese soldiers were injured by the dropped grenades and rolled down the hill screaming, and the Japanese troops looked for cover, and the speed of the attack was temporarily slowed down.

However, the two sides of the hill defended by the two were obviously a little too wide, and the four grenades dropped by each person only caused two casualties, which was still an additional 20 grenades provided by Xiong Si's mobile arsenal, and they didn't dare to be so extravagant. But it's such a luxury, and the suppressive power is still not enough.

"Potato, give me a hard time, throw the grenade a little higher." Lin Hao, who had not provided fire support to the two of them, suddenly shouted.

"Good!" Lying on his side behind a sandbag fortification camouflaged with shrubs, the potato took out a grenade, tore off the pull ring, and threw a grenade far down the hill with a flick of his grinning hand.

There was a trail of blood on his shoulder. The Japanese grenadiers fired at least a dozen grenades, and finally achieved results.

Like a stone that has been thrown away, the trajectory of the grenade flying in the air is obvious, and the Japanese troops around the trajectory are so frightened that they lie down and dodge, and just like that, they will see the grenade fly over their heads, and it will fall to the foot of the mountain more than ten meters away.

Suddenly, there was a "bang" of gunshots.

Right above their heads, the grenade exploded with a "bang".

A scream rang out, and at least three Japanese soldiers rolled on the ground in pain.

In addition to gunpowder, the anti-personnel grenade filled with one-third of the steel balls was not blocked by the ground rocks, and the killing range was as high as 30 square meters.

It turned out that Lin Hao actually hit a grenade that was still in the air with one shot, and gave the devil a man-made goddess to scatter flowers.

"Brother Mouse, this is okay!" Potato was dumbfounded, "Haha, where are you hiding this shit?" Brother Mouse, look at it, I'll lose a few more. ”

The recruit potato was happy, but the old monkey's brow was quietly furrowed.

This is not quite like Lin Hao's style. Even if he killed three people with this miraculous shot just now, there were still nearly 20 Japanese infantry, and after taking precautions, no matter how tacit the cooperation of the two people was, it was estimated that the effect was not as good as before.

Moreover, as a cold gunner in the infantry squad, his role has never been to kill a large number of people, but to lurk and take out the most threatening targets to the position. It's dangerous for him to expose himself like this!

Yes, as a class leader, the old monkey knows his brothers very well.

When one of the several grenades dropped by the potato was exploded again, and another devil was killed, Lin Hao re-aimed the muzzle of the gun more than 200 meters away, and his face was cold.

He fired two shots in quick succession, and the Japanese grenadier who had been looking for him should have determined his location! And where he is, there are large boulders on both sides, and if the grenadier wants to hit him, he has to adjust his position.

His bait has been released, and it depends on whether the Japanese army will bite this hook or not.

Although, the bait was himself.

There is no way, Lin Hao can only do this, those two damn grenadiers are not only suppressed, especially this grenadier soldier more than 200 meters away, he is definitely a veteran. He had even mastered all the positions on the top of the hill where he could shoot, and on several occasions instead of attacking the old monkeys who were firing, he tentatively shot at the positions where he thought his opponent might move without firing, and this is how the potato was injured. If he is allowed to attack so wantonly again, maybe he will shoot right that time, I am afraid that without the Japanese infantry attacking the mountain, the three of them will be finished, leaving him alone, and he will naturally not survive.

Lin Hao is not afraid of death, but he prefers to live, to live with the last two brothers in the class, and he will also give red envelopes to the five or more babies in the future of the squad leader!

If you don't want to die, you can only fight.

See if the Japanese veteran's grenade killed him first, or if he was faster and killed the grenadier first.

As a grenadier who has been in the army for five years, Oda Saburo, who has accumulated his merits to Cao Chang, is also hesitating. Ever since the grenadiers of Haneda's squad were shot in the chest by a bullet from the top of a hill more than 200 meters away, and although they were not dead, they could only lie on the rocks and survive, he knew that the cold gunners of the other side had been watching them.

As long as he dared to leave this cover that was enough to cover him and his deputy, the other party would definitely shoot, and the probability of death was as high as 80 percent.

If he wants to live, he must find his exact location and blow him up first.

Finally, he found the terrible enemy. In order to support his companions, the terrible gunman actually used a rifle to fire a grenade, and the marksmanship was more accurate than he imagined.

It's just that the position he chose was clever, and if Oda Saburo wanted to blow him up, he had to move five meters to the left and try to get the grenade's trajectory over the big rock.

So, Saburo Oda was hesitating, he was afraid, and the gunman's eyes were still on him, just like he had locked on His Excellency the Wing Commander, and killed with one shot. He didn't want to be like the noble wing captain, just lying on the cold land of China and becoming a trophy for the Chinese.

However, the sound of gunfire in the distance, which had gradually become silent, was like a gradually tightened shackle, reminding the Japanese commander Cao that the comrades of the Long Live Charge had failed, and the main force of the Chinese would soon be attracted by the gunfire from this side. At that time, there was really no way to live.

He had to make a choice in the shortest possible time, whether to take the risk and help his companions take out the terrible cold gunner and take the position, or just stalemate, watching the enemy consume his companions little by little, and then hiding behind the stones to be shot like rabbits by the swarming Chinese in the valley.

Finally, after more than ten seconds, this clear-headed military cao made a helpless choice, he still wanted to live.

Like Lin Hao, if you want to live, you have to kill the enemy in front of you.

So, after firing three grenades in a row from behind the rocks to divert his gaze, under the command of Saburo Oda, the grenadier ammunition man, carrying the grenadier, first pounced forward, rolled on his side continuously, and jumped to another cover he had chosen with a very standard tactical move.

Saburo Oda also used the bait, but it was his comrade's.

It was only after seeing the deputy set up a grenadier behind the bunker, and test-fired two grenades in a row at the target area, and completely adjusted the angle, Oda Saburo completely put down his heart. Regardless of whether the cold gunman's attention was here, and even if he did, he would have to risk being attacked by the grenadiers, who had already locked his position through the test firing and tore him to shreds with grenades if he dared to shoot.

Besides, how could he determine that it was the shooter and that was the ammunitionman?

As long as you are a normal person, you will not do this. Under normal circumstances, he should have quietly dodged and looked for a new position!

Although the veteran grenadier of the Japanese army was still very determined, he was still cautious, and the same standard tactical moves as his companions, rushing forward and rolling on their sides。。。。。。

Only, just half a meter before he was about to jump into cover.

"Bang" A gunshot rang out, and Lin Hao, who had been lying on his stomach and had not moved, fired.

The strong body of the Japanese grenadier man fell, his hands and feet trembling weakly, as if he could escape with a little more effort and jump into the bunker that could block bullets.

However, the bullet that pierced through his ribs and into his chest and took away several lobes of his lungs had made his body weak, and it was extremely difficult to advance even a centimeter.

"Bang" another shot, the bullet passed through his neck, bringing up a pool of blood. Oda Saburo's last struggle was completely silent, and only the gloomy eyes showed all kinds of unwillingness.

Why? Why did he dare to assert that he was the second and not the first? Why is he not running after two grenades have already been test-fired in the locked position? Doesn't he know that if he dares to shoot, the next moment he will also be torn apart by a grenade?

That's because he doesn't understand the Chinese soldiers, the soldiers of the Independent Regiment.

The soldiers of the independent regiment never use their comrades as bait.

They will only hand over their backs to their comrades, and at the same time, they will guard the backs of their comrades with their chests straight.

The Japanese, who spent nearly a thousand years, stole the skills of making Tang knives and turned them into katanas, stole the tea ceremony into tea art, stole martial arts into taekwondo, and stole many, many more, but they never really stole the Chinese's definition of guardianship.

It is something that has experienced 5,000 years of wind and rain and is deeply engraved in the bone marrow of every brave Chinese person, who uses this concept to guard love, family affection, friendship, and even this country and nation.

At any cost, this body.

Because, I don't understand. So, he only died.

Lin Hao, who used himself as bait, was also uncomfortable, and was also facing the danger of being torn apart by a grenade.

The only thing to be thankful for is that he took out the biggest threat to the mountaintop.