"Boss, I don't think you're afraid of the cold at all!" It was Li Liang who spoke, and at this time he was lying on his stomach with Huo Xiaoshan in the snow.

Since Li Liang joined the directly subordinate battalion, he followed the customs of the locals, and quickly adapted to the habit of calling the battalion commander not the battalion commander but the leader.

"I've always paid attention to exercise, and I'm more cold-tolerant than others, so I'm better to pay attention to the enemy." Huo Xiaoshan replied.

Huo Xiaoshan took his men into the sniper position when the Japanese artillery fire stopped for a while, and this time he brought seventeen people out, and he could be divided into two groups.

Under his arrangement, each group of people was scattered among the snow fields, and each group of people was far away from each other from horizontal to vertical.

Shooting cold guns naturally has the characteristics of shooting cold guns, and it focuses on forming a psychological shock through shooting at a single target of the Japanese army, rather than fighting positional warfare.

This kind of cold gunner will be very frightening to the Japanese army, and it will also attract the hatred of the Japanese army, so it is foreseeable that when the Japanese army finds that there is a cold gunner on the opposite side, the firepower of retaliation will be fierce.

Scattering the cold gunners in the snow like sprinkling sesame salt on the baked cakes can prevent the concentrated retaliation of the Japanese army.

At the same time, Huo Xiaoshan made a stipulation on the order of shooting of each group this time, he numbered the nine groups of people, and when entering the sniper position, each group should keep in mind its own number and the approximate position of the other groups, and adopt a random method when shooting, so as not to let the Japanese army figure out how many cold gunners there are on the opposite side.

At this time, they were about 500 meters away from the Japanese troops on the opposite bank, and Huo Xiao stopped his subordinates' attempts to climb closer to the Japanese army.

Because at this time, although it was said that the field was plain white after the snow, but only within 400 meters to the north of the river bank in front of them was red soil, but the snow was gone and exuded a faint smell of burnt, which was the defender's riverbank position.

It was only by this time that the defenders on the position had begun to move, and in the day and night of fighting, the defenders suffered more than 50 percent casualties, and the Japanese planes carried out rotational bombing and fired a large number of incendiary bombs.

Looking at the Sichuan army full of wounded soldiers who were withdrawing from the position, Huo Xiaoshan's heart was full of sadness, so much so that he had to recite the Buddha's name silently to calm his mood.

The relatively short Sichuan officers and soldiers passed in front of them one by one, with tired faces and a hint of stubbornness held by the Sichuan people.

Their guns are varied, some are official, there are three or eight big covers, and there are also Sichuan singles.

Their wounded were also varied, with the seriously wounded who were missing arms and legs being carried, and the lightly wounded with bandages around their heads hanging from their arms in bandages struggling to move forward in the snow.

That scene was like a long and epic living large-scale group sculpture forming a flowing historical corridor, just like that in front of Huo Xiaoshan, passing slowly and solemnly.

Huo Xiaoshan has never been to Sichuan, but I heard that Sichuan people are actually quite able to enjoy it, even if the poor people who are tired and tired will find time to call friends to drink tea and relax, if it were not for the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, no one would have thought that those Sichuan people who say good to be idle and bad to listen to are lazy will have such fiery patriotic feelings.

Thinking that these Sichuan people who could have eaten spicy hot pot and drank tea soup at home came thousands of miles to the bank of the Xiangshui River, many people have left some of their limbs on this land, and they are in a foreign land in China but have become the burial mounds of many heroes.

Some Sichuan officers and soldiers who passed by them naturally found Huo Xiaoshan and Li Liang lying at their feet, and the camouflage was only aimed at the Japanese troops on the other side of the river, and the current camouflage could not be found within a few tens of meters.

Although Huo Xiaoshan and Li Liang had already wrapped their heads with white cloths, and even the body of their rifles was wrapped around them, the scope on the Liming sniper rifle still allowed the Sichuan army to discover them.

A small soldier of the Sichuan army ran to the two of them curiously, squatted down to look at Li Liang's sniper rifle, he couldn't figure out what a rifle was doing with a telescope with one eye, so he asked, "Fellow, what are you doing here?" ”

Huo Xiaoshan looked at this face that was only fifteen or sixteen years old, although his face was smoky, but still looked immature and cute, and his mood suddenly became inexplicably cheerful, so he replied: "Kill a few turtle sons on the other side and play tricks!" ”

The little soldiers of the Sichuan army naturally heard the kindness of this soldier who was not their Sichuan people to learn from their Sichuan people, so they laughed heartlessly.

Just laughed, Huo Xiaoshan found that one of his front teeth had been broken in half, and he didn't know if he fell on his own or the stone chips collapsed.

"Boom, boom, boom" The Japanese army began to shell the position on this bank of the river again, and at the same time, their Type 92 heavy machine guns also began to shoot, and the bullets fell sixty or seventy meters in front of Huo Xiaoshan and them, and Huo Xiaoshan could even see the snow foam that was hit by the bullets.

The Sichuan soldier had already gone away, and his immature words came from the interval between the Japanese guns: "Kill a few more turtle sons, and the king of Hades will bless you!" ”

The Japanese soon discovered that there was no defender counterattack on the other side, so they knew that the Chinese army had retreated in the anger of their Imperial Japanese army, so the Japanese sappers who had built the bridge appeared.

The Chinese army did not have incendiary bombs, let alone the Sichuan army, and even the mortars were pitifully few, so there were many yellow and eye-catching dots in the snow scene on the opposite bank.

"Let's get started!" Huo Xiaoshan said to Li Liang.

So, Li Liang began to aim.

When the sniper rifle arrived, Li Liang naturally tried to shoot it, but this was the first shot he fired against the Japanese with a sniper rifle after joining the battalion directly under him.

A rifle with a scope is even more like a divine help in the hands of a veteran who already shoots extremely accurately, so Li Liang has no worries about killing the enemy with one shot.

When he was a child, Li Liang heard a story told by his parents in the village about an ancient story, saying that in order to practice his eyesight in archery, he caught a louse and hung it in front of the window with a thin rope, and used his eyes to see the lice every day.

With such persistence in training, after a few months, the lice were as big as a wheel in his eyes.

And now the sniper rifle in Li Liang's hand gave him this feeling of magnification, although in a scope that was only magnified by five times, the Japanese army on the other side did not seem to be very big, but this was enough for a sharpshooter like Li Liang!

So, he pulled the trigger, and a lead bullet that flew more than 500 meters and appeared to be a straight line, but in fact it had some falling, drilled into the head of a Japanese soldier, and then the yellow dot in the snow disappeared from the scope because he lay down.

The Japanese were obviously disturbed, and another heavy machine gun rang out at the opposite bank, but they could not have found the target so quickly, so Li Liang again aimed his gun at a Japanese soldier.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a gunshot rang out beside him, and the target that Li Liang was about to shoot also disappeared from his field of vision.

This shot was fired by Huo Xiaoshan, and the two of them actually aimed at the same target!

When Li Liang was impressing his battalion commander in his heart for his accuracy in marksmanship, Huo Xiaoshan had already put away his gun and said, "Change places!" ”