The slender body of the spear was nearly six or seven meters, and many young branches of leaves and shrubs were tied with fine twine, and it looked like the shooter behind him who was shrouded in a cloud of branches, all hidden in the lush greenery that could be found everywhere on this hill.

But the hidden shooter didn't shoot, the rifle in his hand was very steady, the trigger was gently pulled, but it was not pulled, but through the crosshair, he quietly shifted the muzzle of the gun towards the dozen or so cavalrymen who were surging up below, and shifted back and forth slightly. He was not afraid of what would happen if he shot him, but he wanted to find the target that would be most effective after he shot.

It reminded him of life on the islands of the Pacific, and although he had not yet officially faced that terrifying army and country, his instructor had shown him how to best achieve results in such a situation. He squinted slightly, and a smile finally appeared on his dirt-smeared face, and he found the most valuable target.

The rifle is an extremely accurate Type 38 rifle, one of the standard equipment of the Imperial Japanese Army, and it is also the most common standard individual weapon, its accuracy is not inferior even compared to the Mosin Nagant rifle, and the bullet penetration is stronger, and there will be no deviation due to various obstacles in the forest.

The crosshair had been firmly set at one of the Soviet cavalrymen, although they were still cautiously walking up with their guns in small steps, looking quite vigilant, but no one noticed that just thirty meters above their heads, on the relatively strong tree, a man was riding on the trunk of the tree, holding a rifle and staring at them coldly!

"Fast, keep up!"

At the forefront, the squad leader of the cavalry squad quickly jumped onto a small high ground, his thick arms easily grabbed a tree vine, and then pulled his entire body up, and at the same time he beckoned to the cavalry behind him, frowning a little dissatisfied: "We don't have much time to waste, the artillery position opposite, we must quickly solve them!" ”

The cavalry behind him did not answer, but all nodded, and quickly rushed in, scattering and carefully advancing around him. The short Mosin Nagant spear showed its advantage at this moment, because the barrel was cut short, and they didn't have to worry about the rifle being blocked, at least it was a lot easier.

"Damn, the shelling of that group of counter-revolutionary traitors stopped?"

But the squad leader of the cavalry squad frowned, he stood under a tree, looked at the cavalry rushing around, stretched out his hand to signal all the members to stop moving, but listened attentively for a while, and couldn't help gritting his teeth and saying quickly to the cavalry around him: "We have to speed up the progress, I'm afraid the artillery on the opposite side has begun to transfer!" ”

Artillery cannot always shoot in one place, nor can it always build artillery positions in one place, after all, the advantage of artillery lies in the advantage of powerful firepower from a certain distance, not a mere few hundred meters measured by the range of standard rifles and ordinary engagement distances.

"Keep up, let's go!"

Spat at the side fiercely, the squad leader of the cavalry squad had quite anger on his face, he touched the Mosin Nagant riding gun in his hand, and shouted to the cavalry around him to continue to say something, but a sense of crisis from the bottom of his heart instantly made him unable to speak, as if it was a disk with a broken belt, and there was no sound for a while.

The surrounding cavalry turned their heads to look at him, but found that he couldn't speak with his mouth open, and they were all a little puzzled, when suddenly in their ears, a gunshot instantly appeared in this space. And the squad leader, who was still with his mouth wide open, burst out with a splash of blood in his chest directly with the sound of the gunshot.

"Bang-"

The trigger was gently pulled, and the Japanese soldier on the trunk did not hesitate at all, he quickly pulled the bolt of the gun, and the empty cartridge case was withdrawn directly in the chamber. And as he moved, a brand-new bullet reappeared in his Type 38 rifle, and the trigger, with his rapid aiming action, pulled fiercely: "Bang-"

Another blood splattered everywhere, but it was a small skull that exploded, and the violent force instantly lifted the entire head, even the hard skull was cracked by that force, and red blood and white brains splattered everywhere, spraying the surrounding cavalry and trees everywhere.

"Bang-" "Bang-" "Bang-"

But before the dozen or so cavalry could react, on several large trees or bushes around, Japanese soldiers wrapped in dense branches quietly appeared, and the Type 38 rifles in their hands opened fire rapidly, blocking through the woods, causing the panicked Soviet cavalry to suffer heavy losses immediately.

Jungle warfare is extremely disgusting for any army, especially jungle ambush warfare and jungle guerrilla warfare, which can be called the graveyard of the regular army and the graveyard of mercenaries. Dense woods and shrubs can provide excellent concealment for troops who have been ambushed in advance, and because of the dense woods and shrubs, it is impossible for the ambushed troops to tell how many people there are and where they are firing, and it is easy to fall into chaos in a short time.

And now, the group of Soviet cavalrymen, all lying on the ground, looking in horror into the surrounding woods, and still firing indiscriminately in all directions, fell into such a chaos. Especially since the commander has already died on the spot, and without the orders of their superiors, they are now unable to make an effective counterattack!

All they could do now was shoot indiscriminately with the Mosin Nagant rifle in their hands, without even thinking about where they were flying to their heads. In fact, they were only firing in the general direction in which the shots rang out, but in the very place where the shots rang out, they could not even find out where the enemy who was firing at them was!

"Boom-" "Boom-"

The heavy sound of cannon fire rang out again, and finally they found the general direction, but they all looked at each other hesitantly, but they did not dare to stand up all of them. Because just around their bodies, a bullet was dusting the ground, and the enemy hiding in the shadows also made them tremble.

But looking at the squad leader who had fallen to the ground, clutching his chest, and was killed on the spot, one of their veterans gritted his teeth tightly, looked at the cavalrymen lying on the ground around him, he waved his hand to the front, and said loudly: "For the sake of the great Soviets, we must contain the artillery on the opposite side!" Let our troops win the ultimate victory! ”

They now understood that they could not counter the artillery on the opposite side, and they didn't even know how many enemies were waiting for them in front of them, but according to the round of attacks just now, they still found the enemy hidden in the shadows in front of them, not even four or five!

They still have at least eleven people, but they also understand that if the opponent's artillery continues to bombard, although they will not have the slightest problem for a while, the friendly troops under the hill will have to bear the deadly fire! Moreover, they have already lost their artillery, if they can't kill the artillery of this group of counter-revolutionary traitors, they will have to hold back at least ten minutes!

Because just under the hill, the group of more than 200 infantry had already begun to attack, and with the scale of the defense of only thirty or forty men in the collective farm, in the face of the attack of more than 200 people, and with the fire support of light and heavy machine guns, even if there was no artillery, the battle could be quickly ended!

"Ulla!"

The group of cavalrymen let out a loud roar, this group of people from the Moscow Military District, who could even be regarded as members of the Guards Cavalry Corps, had absolute fiery loyalty to the Soviets. And as elites, when have they ever been subjected to such a humiliating battle, they all roared angrily, and rushed forward with their own Mosin Nagant riding spear, which had been stabbed with a sharp spear.

But they hadn't taken a few steps forward when they found that more than ten meters in front of them, six short figures whose whole bodies were shrouded in a patch of bushes and branches suddenly stood up, holding rifles that were completely inconsistent with forest warfare and bayonets that were almost more than one meter seven long, and rushed towards them face to face with the same furious slogan: "Onboard!" ”