At this moment, Zhang Sixing returned to the fifth floor with his sniper rifle.

When the opponent's artillery fire was suppressed, he was a little worried about the defense of the first floor, after all, most of the young soldiers in the miscellaneous barracks were recruits who had never been on the battlefield.

However, when I got there, I saw that these children, who had grown up in the mountains, were able to grit their teeth and endure the bombardment of artillery fire.

It is no wonder that since ancient times, good soldiers have been produced among peasants and workers, but it is urban soldiers who claim to be smart and often find it difficult to withstand greater pressure.

It's like in life, a city soldier can be a good engineer, a doctor, or even a peddler. However, people who are too small and civilians tend to be less disciplined and less resilient in battle.

But soldiers from rural and worker backgrounds are inherently more obedient and more able to withstand stress, and mental illnesses such as PTSD are less likely to occur.

Of course, once a good soldier is produced in an urban army, its achievements are often greater.

The more you see, the more you naturally have ideas, otherwise how can you come up with such equipment as a steel helmet mine.

When they reached the roof of the building, the Japanese suppressed firepower, both grenadiers and machine guns, was much weaker. It seems that under the continuous blows of the precision rifleman, the original shooter is almost dead.

Just like a grenadier, there is a huge gap between a veteran who can hit a grenadier and a grenadier in terms of rate of fire, accuracy, and so on.

"The people downstairs can withstand it, let it go, and beat down the devil's suppressive firepower."

Zhang Sixing's shouting greatly increased the confidence of the accurate shooters on the roof, and at the same time, the accuracy and rate of fire were significantly improved.

"Smack...... Smack......"

The sound of Chinese-style gunfire shook the hearts of all the professional soldiers and officers of the Japanese Marine Corps on the battlefield.

Sure enough, as the gun rang out, a machine gun shooter fell again.

"Tom-tom" grenadier shoots in retaliation.

Boom, shells landed in front of and behind the building and exploded.

The re-firing grenadiers were hurriedly fired.

"Boom"

This time, the grenadier exploded on the roof of the fifth floor, but no one could be sure if the sniper had actually been blown up.

After all, there was time for the first set of mistakes, which was enough for snipers to move elsewhere to shoot.

Without waiting for the machine gunner and grenadier on the suppression mission to react, another shot was fired from the opposite upstairs.

The soldier who had just let go of the grenadier was stuck headlong in the ground, struggling a few times before not moving.

The army leader waved his hand downstairs and motioned for someone below to take over.

In fact, there were no professional machine gunners and grenadiers upstairs at this time, and they had already suffered casualties in the previous hour's shooting. Now all of them are ordinary marines who "can" envoys.

However, before the officer's hand could be waved, he had already planted the stairs from the stairs.

The building that carried out the fire suppression was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly someone tore his throat and let out a crazy scream,

"Ghost Sniper, Ghost Sniper is not dead, he's back, he's back......"

It turned out that when Zhang Sixing left the roof of the building to direct the battle downstairs, the people on the roof thought that he had been killed, and they were ecstatic.

He is called Ghost Sniper because his shots are never sound, and not only that, but he is super fast.

With the shouts of the people upstairs, almost all the people who carried out the task of fire suppression lowered their heads as much as possible. Fear that you will be the next target of the Ghost Sniper.

The most terrifying thing is that this guy's sniper has no muzzle flame, no dust from the shot, and no gunshots, even if he wants to cover him with artillery fire.

As the firepower of the Japanese Marine Corps fire suppression group decreased, the infantry of the Japanese Marine Corps on the ground fell into a situation of frenzied slaughter.

In addition to the explosion of grenades that do not want money, the firing of high-pitched ballistic mortars in one shot and five shots also kept falling in the crowd, and each explosion would blow up one piece.

The Marines who were reinforced, however, were unable to advance because they endured the slaughter.

Because the team that attacked was still blocked at the door of the Sixing warehouse and did not enter, they would be also blocked at the door when they rushed over.

This will be in the command post, Funashiro Liang Dasa slapped the herald who ran back to report, and his eyes were already red and roared like a beast,

"Go tell your commander, give me a storm, storm that hateful warehouse, I don't want casualty figures, I want warehouses, I want warehouses......"

The voice spread far away to the roof of the Sixing warehouse, and Zhang Sixing, who knew Japanese, wanted to laugh when he heard it, so he turned the muzzle of the rifle over.

Six hundred meters, the Japanese commander is full of dedication, and the more dedicated the commander as the enemy, the more damned he is.

In the eightfold mirror, he saw the enemy's command post, but he did not see the telephone lines and radio antennas, and it was estimated that they were all in the other direction of the command post.

But it didn't matter, the important thing was that he saw the window of the command post. It was heavily protected by sandbags, and there was only an observation window about ten centimeters long, and the lenses of the artillery mirror inside shimmered dimly.

Six hundred meters was a trivial challenge, but of course it wasn't the time to fire, he had to wait for the glowing blue lenses to move.

Zhang Sixing, who calmed down, was like a stone, and the world seemed to stand still, as if everything had returned to nothingness.

After Funajo Liang in the command post lost his temper, he walked to the artillery mirror in a gloomy mood and bent down to look at the situation on the battlefield.

The lenses are moving, that guy should have bent down to observe the battlefield, this periscope artillery mirror is really annoying.

In fact, its full name is periscope binocular observation scope, but this equipment was first applied to the artillery team, so it was called the artillery team mirror.

In the end, it was found that this periscope binocular observation mirror was of great benefit to the protection of observers and officers, and as a result, all levels of the army began to equip it, but the name of the habit could not be changed, and everyone called it "artillery mirror".

Ah, you kid turn the lens to see somewhere, who do you want to see.

Now Zhang Sixing can't shoot yet, he has to substitute himself for the guy who is observing.

He bent down to observe, probably because the commander used it, so the height of the artillery frame saved him from bending too long. Well, the health of the commander is still very important.

Then his head should be in this position, no, or wait for him to raise his head, then......

It's best to shoot the head with one shot, lose the commander Lao Tzu and see how you still fight the offensive battle.

Halfway off the scope, I looked at a broken flower pot found near a nearby aiming point, and the only remaining branch swayed in the wind, bringing a glimmer of life and hope to the Shanghai market as a battlefield.

No, strictly speaking it represents death, a painful and unforgettable death for the beasts that have invaded this country, well, it's a good plant.

As the wind speed reached the standard, as the blue lens shook slightly, Zhang Si put his fingers into the retainer of the trigger.