"Do a good job, one shot broke him!" Shimizu shouted in the shelter. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The unique shooting sound of the "horn hook" 38 big cover came, and Qing Shui Pulse held his breath and observed the soldier's movements, trying to judge the result of this shooting from his actions. I saw that the soldier was stunned for a moment after shooting, and then began to pull the bolt again.

"Fuck, it didn't hit!" Qing Shui Pulse slapped his thigh in disappointment. Before he could raise his hand, another gunshot rang out, and the soldier who had rushed to the top of the hill first shook his body as if he had been beaten with a stick, and then fell to the ground like a log. Qing Shui could even clearly see a cloud of blood spraying out from the back of the soldier's head from the artillery mirror, and his Heavenly Spirit Cover was also blown aside by the bullet.

It was the sound of gunfire from a Chinese Zhongzheng-style rifle, and it was clear that the sniper found himself shot in the back of the enemy behind the enemy, and shot the enemy in the head.

"That's ruthless!" Qing Shui Pulse scolded viciously in the cover, he had a "Ninety-two" infantry cannon in his hand, but he didn't dare to order the cannon rashly because he didn't know the specific location of the enemy.

Immediately afterward, before Qing Shui Pulse began to regret it, he saw a group of soldiers rushing to the top of the North Mountain from the artillery mirror, including a machine gunner carrying a "crooked handle" light machine gun.

"Aha, the Heavy is up!" Qing Shui Pulse became excited again. As the saying goes, "recruits are afraid of artillery, veterans are afraid of machine guns", the machine gun is the undisputed king of mountain offensive and defensive warfare with its ferocious firepower, powerful power and long range, and this machine gun also occupies a condescending tactical advantage, and the rooftop of this duel has not yet begun to win or lose has been tilted towards the side of Qingshui. "Well done, kill this pig and avenge the dead brethren." Qing Shui in the Shelter shouted, "There should only be one bullet left in his gun!" ”

Qing Shui stared at the yellow figure of the machine gunner in the artillery mirror with dead and hope: "I'm counting on you!" "The one who can carry a heavy machine gun to the top of the mountain first must be a veteran with good physical fitness and excellent tactical literacy.

The machine gunner was really violent, and after rushing to the top of the mountain, he didn't adjust or aim, and directly came to the waist according to the gun, and the flat "crooked handle" was a long point shot "da, da", the majesty of the posture and the old spicy tone were breathtaking.

Only Qing Shui Pulse was so anxious that he stomped his feet and scolded: "You stupid melon, are you fighting in the field and occupying the mountain?" Using this method of warfare to compete with a sniper is clearly sending you to death! ”

Sure enough, before his words landed, the crisp "horn hook" sound of the Chinese "Zhongzheng" rifle came again. Qing Shui Pulse looked closely, only to see that a cloud of blood mist also burst out on the back of the machine gunner's head, and the entire Heavenly Spirit Cover was torn off by bullets! The machine gunner, who was still alive just a moment ago, was now paralyzed to the ground like a mess of mud, and could no longer get up.

The clear water pulse in the shelter of Akagi Hot Springs was angry and anxious, and the soldiers who rushed up the mountain in anger were all rice buckets, and the absolute superiority in strength and weapons that they had was not able to pick up a gunner. In a hurry, the elite soldiers of the two squadrons of the Imperial Japanese Army did not know when they would be able to take out the hateful Shina.

Just when Qing Shui Pulse's mind was full of remorse of "I knew this was the case, why bother in the first place", and I really hated that I couldn't come to a soul possession or something to come forward to kill the enemy in person, he saw in the artillery team mirror that the situation on the top of the North Mountain had changed again. The co-shooter, who had been following the machine gunner closely, caught the "crooked handle" thrown by the machine gunner, and regardless of the life or death of his companion on the ground, he directly took out several rows of bullets from the bullet bag and added them to the "crooked handle" bucket while lying down and setting up the gun, and his movements were skillful and sophisticated. Then, he aimed at the target and fired a short shot "da, da, da".

Qing Shui Pulse immediately realized from his movements that this second Heavy was the real master. The stunned young man just now was probably the deputy shooter who helped him carry the gun, and this fool should have thought that he was full of disciples or was eager to shoot first, but he was shot in the head by the opponent.

"Come on!" Qing Shui Pulse hid far away in the shelter and cheered for the soldiers on the top of the mountain, "Take advantage of him to reload the rifle and rush to the top of the mountain to kill that pig!"

To his relief, the original machine gunner and a large group of soldiers rushed to the top, and they all looked for a good place to hide, and then they all pulled out their grenades and threw them together on the north slope of the mountain.

"Okay, blow up that stinky boy!" In the midst of the clear water pulse, Zuo watched the billowing smoke from the explosion of grenades rising from the North Mountain in the shelter department, and became excited again. However, his smile was only half blooming before his face froze, and he suddenly thought of one thing, a common sense problem in mountain offensive and defensive warfare--the grenades that the Japanese army was equipped with at that time were long ovate, which meant that if the time and distance of the throwing were not well mastered when throwing from a high position, the grenade would probably continue to roll down until it exploded.

On the defensive, this kind of over-rolling situation is not fatal, at most it will not blow up the enemy in front and will blow up the enemy behind, but in a mountain offensive battle it is different - if you throw a grenade back again, you will suffer if you don't get it right.

The current situation is that the Japanese soldiers who have entered the summit are condescendingly throwing grenades - if the grenades continue to roll down as if they did not hit the sniper, they will most likely blow up the soldiers on the other side who are attacking from the north slope!

Qing Shui Pulse didn't dare to think about it anymore, he desperately looked up the north mountain from the artillery mirror, but he couldn't see the situation on the other side of the mountain, so he could only do it in a hurry. But he also felt something strange in the expressions of the soldiers on the top of the hill - the soldiers did not cheer after hitting the enemy, nor continued to draw their grenades to throw, only the stunned and shocked expressions of children who make mistakes. Even the extraordinary-looking Heavy stopped firing and looked at his companion to the left and right with a strange look of incredulity. And the soldiers who had just thrown the grenades at the summit also looked at each other, looking at a loss, and only after a long time did they pick up their rifles and start shooting.

Qing Shui Pulse immediately had a premonition that this group of soldiers who rushed to the top must have caused trouble, most likely because the grenades they threw did not blow up the Zhina person, but continued to roll down and blow up their own people!

Qing Shui Pulse slapped his thigh again and looked up to the sky and sighed: "This group of pus! "Can a soldier who can't even figure out how to use grenades in mountain offensive and defensive battles not pus?