Unbeknownst to the people guarding the Sixing warehouse, the Dongchuan troops had quietly entered the battlefield and that they were placed on all the buildings within a radius of eight hundred meters.

In pairs, one observes with a telescope and the other snipes with a 98K sniper rifle.

Other than that, these Japanese soldiers were given only basic admonitions. As for whether they can leave the battlefield alive, Higashikawa Yohei doesn't care.

After all, the troops that were temporarily organized on the battlefield should have suffered more casualties, and the remaining veterans in the future were all personally selected by the principal, and they must be the elite of the elite.

With the appearance of the Dongchuan team, the accurate rifle shooters of the four-row warehouse, were immediately hit.

"Woo ......"

Another shot came from somewhere five hundred meters away, and then there was a low shout,

"Wang Hu was killed, and he directly pierced the helmet."

Before this, it was not that no one shot with them, and it was not that there were no accurate shooter casualties, but the sudden increase in the speed of casualties aroused Zhang Changlin's vigilance, and he shouted,

"Keep your head down, be careful, the devil's sniper is here, those nurses are bait."

"them."

There were soldiers shouting, pulling the bolt,

"Don't fight the medical guards, forget the commander's explanation."

casually stopped the commotion, and grabbed the soldier who had just come to report to the Japanese nurse in Japan,

"Go down and report to the sir, and say that the devil's sniper is here."

"Yes"

The soldier who rushed to report crawled towards the hole with the ladder erected, and raised his body slightly as he went down, and the crisp sound of 98K could be heard in the distance.

The soldier who was opening the report fell headlong through a hole in the floor.

Seeing that the interrogation failed, Zhang Changlin knew that he had guessed correctly, it was the devil's sniper.

Nervous for a moment, he clung to the ground like a gecko, and only ran quickly to the wooden ladder with little movement.

When he got there, he wasn't ready to climb the ladder, and shouted down,

"Go and call Chief Zhang, and say that the devil's sniper is here."

At this moment, Zhang Sixing is lying on a few grain sacks and falling asleep, he is seizing all the free time to rest after a night of fighting last night.

"Sir, sir, wake up, there's news from the roof of the building that there are devil snipers, and there are quite a few of them."

People who can sleep on the battlefield are people with super good psychological quality, and those who sleep on the battlefield actually maintain a state of alertness all the time.

When the situation is urgent, even the moment they open their eyes, they can perform a killing move.

Zhang Sixing opened his eyes, but his body remained motionless. After waiting for a few seconds, he rolled over and sat up, and instructed Hansen. Raul

"Wake up everyone with scopes and tell them to find a place to snipe. Also, tell everyone that from now on, even in the building, it is extremely unsafe. ”

"Yes"

Hansen who accepted the order. Raul bent over, as big as he was, and ran like a dexterous cat.

I still met them, Zhang Sixing thought to himself.

He had expected that he would return to China to join the Anti-Japanese War, and sooner or later he would meet the students of the Hunter School, which he had long expected.

In Germany, a school linked to the military is impossible to go against the will of Germany. If he could, Zhang Sixing was not willing to let the Japanese into the school at all.

However, it had nothing to do with his wishes, and it was the German military's arrangement to admit who was admitted to the school, so he had to do his best to record the characteristics of each student.

Who would it be, and which one?

With doubts in mind, he cautiously walked through the hallway and headed for the top floor.

By this time, the building had become unsafe, and from time to time bullets would pass through the shooting holes in the wall.

The sound of "squeeze" bullets piercing through the air made people feel cold down their spines, and they "snapped" and fell on the cement pillars, making pits the size of wine cups.

"Watch out for enemy snipers, try to use periscope scopes, don't probe easily."

He shouted at the top of his voice as he bent forward.

I believe that there is no officer in the Chinese army who does not know what a sniper is, and who knows how to guard against snipers.

And now against snipers, there is simply no other way.

Covered by artillery fire, there were only four guns, and there were not a few shells to cover anything.

Based on the number of bullets flying in the shooting hole, Zhang Sixing could easily tell that there were at least thirty snipers nearby.

Then no gunner, machine gunner, can safely cover.

The only way at the moment is sniper versus sniper.

It's a pity that there are less than 1,000 people in the entire building at the moment, and there are only a few sharpshooters who can be picked, and compared with the Japanese snipers who don't know how long they have been training, their disadvantages can be imagined.

"Enemy snipers appear in large numbers, all wearing steel helmets and staying in positions where they will not be looked at from the outside......"

With Zhang Sixing's shout, all the people upstairs re-examined their positions, but fortunately, the Japanese army had not yet attacked.

However, with Zhang Sixing's understanding of the Japanese, I am afraid that their attack will be fast.

"At night, as long as you can survive until the night...... As long as you can make it into the night. ”

In Germany, Zhang Sixing had to establish a sniper school to promote his own weapons and equipment and other products.

But special operations were not taught to the Germans, let alone to the Japanese.

And the night is the time when special operations like to play the most.

With a thought in his heart, he climbed up the wooden ladder to the top of the building.

At this time, the precision rifle shooters on the roof of the building were completely suppressed, and they kept crawling from sniper position to sniper position, but almost all of them were firmly targeted by Japanese snipers.

Dig your own 38 big cover from the hole in the roof of the building, and then go up the wooden ladder yourself.

When he saw the 38 rifle that was also tied with strips of cloth from the four-row warehouse, Higashikawa Yohei, who had not fired a gun and had no hand to observe, muttered,

"It's been a long time since I've seen the Headmaster."

He always respected Zhang Sixing in his heart, especially recalling the bits and pieces in the hunter school, until now he has become an opponent on the battlefield, and his respect is still there.

The eye looked at the mourner-like rifle through the sixfold light, and it slowly came down.

Then a helmet appeared on the top of the wooden ladder, which was also covered with strips of cloth.

Higashikawa Yohei took a breath and put his fingers in the trigger guard.

However, he was sure that His Excellency the Headmaster would not make the mistakes of ordinary soldiers, even in such an easily sniped position.

In particular, the Sixing Warehouse, as the tallest building in the vicinity, has not many opportunities to shoot.

In his expectant gaze, the steel helmet with strips of cloth was a little taller...... Then, it fell disappointingly.

"Worthy of His Excellency the Headmaster, it seems ......"

His eyes rolled up slightly, and the sky became darker and darker, and Higashikawa Yohei couldn't help but sigh slightly,

"I'm afraid it's going to be a long night."