Soon, Lao Maozi's vanguard platoon one mile ahead entered Yang Xingguo's field of vision. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Faced with this piece of fat delivered to his mouth, Yang Xingguo certainly won't let it go. Without thinking about it, he ordered.

"The sniper platoon is ready for battle, and when the enemy reaches the foot of the mountain, three bullets per person, eat them...... The others do a good job of concealment, don't let the main force of Lao Maozi find out......"

Soon, a chaotic and dense series of gunshots rang out beside Yang Xingguo.

At the foot of the mountain, more than 30 old Maozi who did not have any preparation, and they didn't even know where the bullets came from, so they fell down with a scream.

Just when the remaining old Maozi subconsciously exclaimed and was about to retreat backwards.

A second round of gunfire followed and reached their ears. Then, more than a dozen old hairy people fell to the ground with unwilling faces.

At this time, there were less than ten people left in Lao Maozi, and he panicked directly.

In order to survive, spread your legs and run backwards desperately, trying to get out of the range of the enemy's rifle.

However, no matter how fast Lao Maozi escaped, he couldn't fly faster than the bullet.

With a new round of gunfire, the remaining seven or eight old maozi, without exception, were all shot in the back and turned into corpses.

When Major Lao Maozi and the deputy battalion commander hurried to the battlefield with the main force.

The forward platoon of more than 30 people has all been turned into corpses, and there is not a single one alive.

"Cunning bandits, there are so many sharpshooters ambushed here......" Looking at the more than thirty subordinates in front of him, who were almost killed by one shot, the deputy battalion commander of the major couldn't help but gasp and scolded loudly.

A company commander on the side was also very angry.

Because, the dozens of soldiers who died in front of him were all his subordinates.

As soon as the major finished his angry roar, the company commander opened his mouth and asked, "Your Excellency, Deputy Battalion Commander, although the bandits are all sharpshooters, there are not many of them...... As long as Your Excellency gives the Humble Duty the opportunity, the Humble Rank will definitely lead the remaining two platoons to capture the mountain, destroy the bandits, and avenge the Russian warriors who died in battle......"

The sparse gunfire of the sniper platoon created this illusion for all the old hairymen.

Therefore, after only a short contemplation, Major Maozi decided: "Yes...... I command you to lead the warriors to occupy the hill and destroy the bandits...... However, during the attack, it is necessary to pay attention to concealment and guard against sharpshooters among bandits. ”

At this time, some people may ask, since Lao Maozi is equipped with a heavy machine gun, why don't you use it......

In fact, this is not the carelessness of Lao Maozi, but there is no need at all......

On the top of the mountain, if the bandits really only have a few dozen people, even if they set up heavy machine guns, they will not have much effect.

So, when all the old Maozi thought that there were only a few dozen bandits on the mountain, they did not think of the heavy machine gun behind them.

Soon, the two platoons of Lao Maozi formed a skirmish line, and with the help of the cover of the surrounding bushes and grasses, they rushed towards the hill less than 50 meters high little by little.

Yang Xingguo, who was personally sitting on the top of the mountain, saw this, and a strange smile flashed on his calm face again.

Then, without thinking about it, he opened his mouth and ordered: "Sniper platoon, shoot me if you are sure...... The others followed my order to shoot again, heavy machine gun platoons, and did not participate in the battle for the time being...... When the old Maozi heavy machine gun moves, you will move it whenever you ......"

"Bang bang bang ......" As soon as Yang Xingguo's order was issued, a few crisp gunshots rang out on the top of the mountain.

A few sniper platoon sharpshooters who had long been unable to resist it, and a few old hairy men who had no difficulty were knocked to the ground.

Then, sparse gunshots began to sound one after another on the mountain, and every time a gunfire rang out, an old man fell in response.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen old Maozi died on the offensive road.

However, the two platoons of old Maozi did not retreat because of this.

The sparse but deadly sound of gunfire on the hill not only did not terrify them in the slightest, but only gave them more confidence in the attack.

Because, the sparse gunfire directly told them with facts that there were not many bandits on the mountain, only a few dozen people.

Although many bandits are sharpshooters, as long as you pay attention to concealment, you can rush up the hill with minimal casualties and eliminate the bandit sharpshooters on the hill with random guns.

So, the remaining sixty or seventy people of Lao Maozi continued to attack the mountain as if they had eaten chicken blood.

It's just that in the next attack, because of the cover of a large number of bushes, it will be more difficult for the mountain sharpshooters to capture their figures.

However, no matter what, as long as there is a gunshot on the mountain, there will be an old man who will fall in response.

Eighty meters! Sixty meters! Forty meters......

As Lao Maozi got closer to the mountain, there were fewer bushes they could use to hide.

Under the clever counterattack of the sniper platoon, although their casualties increased, the expressions on their faces became more and more fanatical.

On the one hand, because in the course of the offensive, they had already begun to conduct suppressive fire with rifles in their hands. I don't know what the outcome of the battle will be, but at least I can fight back and suppress the opponent.

As for the other aspect of the fanaticism, it is because the mountain is already close at hand, and you only need to attack by yourself, and you can easily charge it in more than ten tens of seconds. Such a good opportunity is in front of Lao Maozi, of course Lao Maozi will not let it go.

Just when Lao Maozi thought that victory was already beckoning to him, they didn't see it, and a sneer quickly flashed on Yang Xingguo's face.

Then, a face quickly became serious, and he ordered loudly: "One company, start a counterattack!" ”

As he spoke, Yang Xingguo, who was holding a rifle in his hand, pulled the trigger and knocked Lao Maozi, who was stuck in the rifle crosshair, to the ground.

At the same time, more than 100 people left in the company also pulled the trigger at the same time, firing bullets full of anger at the target.

In the face of the sudden dense firepower, Lao Maozi, who was launching the final attack, was undoubtedly taken aback.

When they reacted from the shock and fell to the ground, ready to hide. There was already a small number of old hairs, but most of them had fallen heavily on the offensive road with a face full of unwillingness.

As for those old Maozi who were lucky enough to avoid a series of counterattacks, this kind of luck was only temporary.

From the moment Yang Xingguo gave the order, more than 100 brothers in a company began to shoot bullets forward without their lives.

Although the flying bullets rarely hit the old Maozi lying on the ground, they couldn't lift their heads.

In this way, more than 20 sharpshooters in the sniper platoon, as if hunting, shot one after another exposed old hairy people in front of them on the battlefield.