"Ahh

The terrible screams sounded without warning, and the Japanese troops in the squad that rushed along the river were all stunned, and they saw the bodies of the first two partners who were looking around with guns shaking violently, falling to the ground and convulsing uncontrollably, and lost their breath in a blink of an eye!

"There's an ambush!"

The squad leader snapped, threw himself at the recruit who was completely stunned in front of him, hooked down another soldier who was a farmer with a pale face, and then rolled to the side twice in a row, hiding behind the ridge of the bulging field, holding his hat and staring.

The other soldiers had barely survived the fighting, and the sudden blow slowed them down for a second. But in such a short period of time, the second batch of bullets suddenly arrived!

"Poof!"

The muffled sound of the bullet hitting the sturdy body was particularly harsh, and the two people covered their chests one and touched their necks, trembling violently, and fell down!

What a terrible archery! The squad leader's eyes were bloodshot red. He absolutely could not accept such losses without even seeing the shadow of the enemy.

But with his sharp eyes, he never found any trace of the enemy, and there was no smoke that should have been there when the bullets were fired. Muzzle fireworks, no! Even if the Qing army is already equipped with a lot of fast guns with smokeless medicine, it won't be impossible to see any traces, is there a ghost?

He decisively shook off the absurd thoughts in his head and shouted: "All shoot forward, fire reconnaissance!" ”

More than 30 soldiers each raised their guns and fired at the target they thought was suspicious in front of them! Suddenly, billowing white smoke from the burning black propellant filled the air, and clusters of 11mm bullets rushed towards the seemingly empty field.

In the canal three hundred meters away from them, two soldiers of the Yang family army were dressed in auspicious clothes, lying comfortably on blankets. Holding a Mosinagan sniper rifle with a 4x objective lens in his hand, he saw all the panic of the Japanese army.

Occasionally, a bullet whizzed overhead, and neither of them blinked their eyelids, squinting slightly and calmly observing their right eyes, patiently searching for the next prey.

These two people are two of the six snipers directly under the infantry company.

After two months of training in the face of machine-gun fire and explosions, they became immune to threats that were impossible to hit them. Coupled with the natural calmness, the reconnaissance shooting of the Japanese army did not work for them at all.

Before entering the war, they all started by hunting wild beasts in the mountains, participated in the round-up of vicious murderers, and killed them with their own hands. After passing the killing level, he experienced battlefield sniping for the first time in Seoul, and Su zhì is strengthening step by step.

Today, they were ordered to be sent to the front of the position, to set up sniper positions, to delay the speed of the Japanese attack, to observe the quality of their soldiers, the deployment of troops, the ability to command, and so on.

The easy shooting at the beginning made them feel at ease, and now the panic diffuse makes them feel even more relaxed. Such an enemy is not a little worse than his own comrades-in-arms. It looks as stiff as wood!

The advantages in training are reflected in all aspects, but the soldiers who are ignorant have gradually discovered their superiority in actual combat.

Finding that the Japanese had no intention of moving forward, the two snipers signaled to the fire team that followed them, and calmly shifted their positions while the other side pressed the Deggalev light machine gun and waited for them.

You can't shoot more than twice in one place, it's an iron rule when you're a sniper. Even if it seems to be a safe battlefield, it must not be violated.

The Japanese soldiers on the opposite side fired hundreds of bullets, sending smoke and dust flying from the fields a few hundred meters in front of them, which looked very lively. The team leader shouted to stop, then rolled to the side to continue observing. He reluctantly found that there was no trace of the enemy killed or wounded on the opposite side.

Now it's a problem.

The experienced team leader muttered, and he faintly felt bad in his heart. This is definitely not what he knows that the Qing army should have, compared to the terrifying firepower suppression of the other party in the Seoul assault, this hidden ability in the field is more worrying!

He pondered for a moment, and decisively ordered the soldiers of the two squads to scatter left and right, pull into a sparse skirmish line, and let the people who continued to lie down shoot together, covering them to suddenly rise up and charge forward!

"Assault!"

With a strange cry from the squad leader, nearly twenty Japanese soldiers jumped up in unison, let out a pig-like howl in their throats, held their rifles, quickly reversed their two lap legs, puffed up their chests, stared at their round eyes, and rushed forward with their feet!

There are less than twenty people, but the momentum created is definitely not small! The madness and ferocity that can't wait to tear everything in front of him to pieces, and those who are a little less courageous may be scared and soften on the spot!

"This ...... Is this the Japanese army's pig assault tactics? ”

Two snipers and four firefighters glared in unison! They had all heard in training that the Japanese had such a hand. Hold your chest forward, roar loudly, cry wolf, run wildly, but the skirmisher line is very open, and you will never be allowed to kill a group at once.

But on closer inspection, there are some paradoxes, and some points seem to be wrong. No matter what, in short, as long as you dare to show your head, clean up first!

The two groups of firefighters pulled the trigger excitedly!

"Tubu!" Equipped with a 47-round cartridge plate, the old DP-27 machine gun is old enough to be a grandfather's grandfather, and a thick flame erupts from the horn! The vegetation in front was pressed by the wind, and a series of bullets whistled like the wind and swept the Japanese troops in front!

The rate of fire of 600 rounds per minute was not very qualified in World War II, but in the battlefield at the end of the 19th century, it had an unparalleled overwhelming advantage!

The three Japanese soldiers who rushed to the front were hit by the strafing bullets, trembling all over, and immediately fell to the ground! Dense bullets swept past the other people's side or overhead, and the sharp howl shook their hearts in terror, and they pounced on their bodies like dogs eating!

The ferocious impact failed in less than five seconds!

The sniper tugged at the corners of his mouth, that's right! I'll just say that it is impossible for the little devils to rush forward with a single tendon, so they will not be like the Qing army, with advanced firearms in their hands that can shoot quickly and continuously, but still use the bad tactic of lining up to shoot them.

In the face of unknown threats, there is not enough suppressive firepower, and such a collective charge is indeed a very effective means. At least the position of the two light machine guns was reconnoitred.

But when he saw the target, the team leader was so shocked that he almost didn't catch his breath! He couldn't believe his eyes, rubbed them again and again, staring at the location where the machine gun was fired just now, and his mind couldn't help but echo: "What kind of weapon is that?" How can so many bullets be fired at the same time! Gatling Rotary Gun? Something so bulky can't hit so fast! ”

In any case, he realized that the enemy in front of him was extremely terrifying! It's even more wrong than it was rumored when we encountered it in Seoul!

He immediately dragged a soldier past and told him to immediately report his observations to the rear brigade headquarters, and then pointed to the machine gun position, commanded everyone, and concentrated fire!

The messy and slow sound of single-shot rifle fire resounded across the field again. And the sniper group, which had finished a bullet plate, had already quietly run down the ditch to the next sniper position.

Ten minutes later, a household guard received the same message from two squads of spearheads, who were also being stopped by an unknown enemy. Worse still, there was very little cover around their route, and they had to pay a heavy price to rush through.

"In just five minutes, twenty people were killed and wounded! I haven't seen any trace of each other, are you so incompetent?! ”

A guard was furious, roared loudly, and kicked the soldier in front of him. He stood on the high slope with a stinging fire, and swept his monoculars across the smoke-filled distant battlefield, his cheeks twitching.

The enemy is cunning, vicious, and even more mysterious. From Seoul here, not a single prisoner was captured, not a single weapon of theirs was captured, only a pile of cartridge casings of two calibers and deformed warheads. Pieced together, it is a Russian 7.62mm bullet, an unknown and terrifying 12.7mm bullet!

Are they really the Tsarist Army? If not, how do you explain this? So who is in disguise?

In the mind of a family guard, every armed force in the world is not matched. But no matter who he is, since he is destined to become his own combat exploits, he can be completely killed no matter what!

"The brigade continues to accelerate forward! Regardless of the casualties, you must immediately pass through the obstacle area! Artillery squadrons, move forward, ready to support the suppression! ”

How could a small block stop the advance of the great Japanese soldiers!

Ichito still didn't pay attention to the most important content of the information. The so-called weapon that shoots hundreds of bullets in the blink of an eye does not exist at all. Europe and the United States are developing imitations of the so-called Makqin machine gun, which is heavy and slow, too poor in reliability, and extremely inconvenient to move. Here, of course, there will be none.

In his consciousness, he was still thinking about the streets and alleys of Seoul, where those heavy rubber-wheeled carriages could only carry the big guys, and there was no deployment in the position ahead. In that case, what are you afraid of him doing?

Half an hour later, the two squadrons of Japanese troops on the left and right rushed to the front in large numbers, joined the crippled spearhead squad, rested for a while, and launched a crazy assault again! This time, they had marched a full mile along the path of lì, over the most dangerous open fields, but just as they were about to enter another empty village, they were greeted by a roar of bullets!

The two squadron leaders who were advancing bravely with command knives burst their heads one after another and died!