It was getting late, and the soldiers who had been fighting for a day in the Sixing warehouse were somewhat tired.

However, in the dark, the platoon commanders bent over and whispered reminders from the firing positions,

"Upstairs, Chief Zhang said that the Japanese may launch a large-scale night attack, so pay attention."

In the darkness there were soldiers muttering,

"There's something wrong with the little devils, just now their sniper-guns pressed everyone so hard that they couldn't raise their heads, they didn't attack, and they didn't let people sleep when it was dark."

"No smoking on the front lines."

"No Noise"

At this time, there were teenagers in the miscellaneous barracks downstairs who came up to deliver food.

"Steamed buns with steamed pork, eat slowly, be careful to burn."

"Thank you, and remember to bring us food."

After a day of getting along, the soldiers of the German armor division upstairs and the teenagers of the miscellaneous barracks downstairs gradually became harmonious. They all know that in addition to fighting a day, they have to make helmet mines and even cook for them.

Zhang Sixing, who was on the top of the building, heard the sound from downstairs, and he regretted that he didn't find Dongchuan Yangping.

As it gets dark, the sniper battle seems to stop.

But he kept his eye on the gun emplacements of the Japanese marines, which were full of figures, apparently in a hurry to prepare.

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly the sound of grenadiers sounded on the Japanese front,

"Be careful, grenadiers."

Zhang Sixing shouted in a low voice, and the sniper-gun in his hand quickly left the position of the Japanese artillery team and headed towards the sky.

There were two "pop-bangs" sounds, and two flares lit up on the roof ......of the four-row warehouse.

Almost at the moment when the flare was lit, the machine guns and artillery on the opposite Japanese front rang out almost simultaneously.

"Poof"

As Zhang Sixing fired, a flare turned into a firework and dissipated. However, another flare still illuminated the four rows of warehouses.

"Woo Woo Woo ......"

This was the other snipers who had been warned by Zhang Sixing to open fire, but unfortunately, the flare still radiated light and illuminated the Sixing warehouse.

The shells that rushed into the warehouses in the four rows made a dull explosion, and the screams could be faintly heard from inside the building.

Just as Zhang Sixing raised his gun and was about to extinguish another flare, a feeling of extreme danger suddenly arose. Zhang Sixing, who often rolls on the edge of life and death on the battlefield, calls it intuition.

Regardless of whether this was called right or not, Zhang Sixing quickly rolled with his rifle in his arms.

"Phew"

In the darkness in a corner of the Japanese front, 98K gunfire rang out.

The bullet made a dangerous "boom" sound and passed past Zhang Sixing, and not only that, but even the sound of a grenadier being fired was heard.

"Concealment, grenadiers."

Before he could shout, Zhang Sixing plunged headlong into the middle of several sandbags.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Several grenadiers exploded nearby, and shrapnel hit sandbags with a "fluttering" sound.

Zhang Sixing's heart tightened when he heard these voices, and he rubbed his sleeves on the sandbag, revealing a huge luminous watch.

"Half an hour, another half an hour to drive you crazy."

Then the flares in the sky gradually dimmed,

"Watch out for flares, watch out for opposing snipers, watch out for ......"

Zhang Sixing shouted, firing a shot at the sniper spot that had just fired at him.

It's not about hitting anyone, it's about interfering with the opponent's shots.

When night comes, it's a dangerous time for snipers. The sound of gunfire can be stopped by a silencer, but the muzzle flame that cannot be extinguished will not disappear no matter what.

Sure enough, Zhang Sixing's shot just now immediately attracted the concentrated fire of several sniper-guns.

Only a good sniper can effectively attack at night, because at night he can still only look for targets with intuition and the muzzle flame of the opponent's shot, and since he finds it, he can also effectively observe it at night.

At least until night vision devices were available, sniper warfare was not possible for most snipers at night.

Tumbling again, a few bullets with a roar.

It cannot but be said that the shooting training of Japanese army soldiers was much better than that of Chinese army soldiers. Even an ordinary veteran of the Japanese Marine Corps still has some accuracy when attacking a target of 200 meters at night.

Zhang Sixing rolled a few times, then rolled back with a sniper rifle.

As soon as he stopped, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the location of his student.

As a well-hidden man, Yohei Kawaguchi will not leave his well-concealed sniper position so easily, which is another of his shortcomings, especially today, which can be a fatal one.

Eyes through the scope were fixed at the spot where a 98K shot had just sounded.

"Bobo"

Two more soft sounds sounded in the sky, and the distant artillery positions once again resounded with the sound of cannon fire.

The body is not moving, and for the shells that are about to fall on the building, it is simply not happening at all.

All the spirits are concentrated in the place of their own students.

It was an inconspicuous corner of the building, and only the rifle and half of the man's body could be seen from the flares.

Half of his body is his own student, and he hides it so well.

No, that's not him, he'll hide it better.

Lin Chaodong didn't care about the sniper-gun flares chased by his subordinates on the roof, nor did he care about the screams they made when they were hit, let alone the shock and faint screams and shouts caused by the explosion of the eight shells downstairs.

If you don't defeat your own students, you can't concentrate on taking out the artillery team, and if you don't kill the artillery team, you can't stop the attack.

Indeed, at this time, the Japanese marines had already launched a night raid, and it was still an attack by three thousand marines.

Whenever the flares were lit, they lay on the ground, waiting for the suppression of fire and the explosion of artillery shells.

After all, it was too close, the cannon was a few hundred meters behind them, and the explosion was less than a hundred meters away from them. Fragments from the explosion of artillery shells, with a high probability of accidentally injuring them.

It was not far from the fifty-meter line of attack, and once it got there, three thousand people would rush into the hateful building.

The spirit ignored everything, and its eyes only passed through the eightfold mirror, staring closely at the hidden corners of its own students.

The half of the body must have been the bait of his own student, a dead corpse or simply a dummy wrapped in a camouflage net, and the Hidden Master had used even more extreme means:

What an excellent guy.

may be because he is his own student, he has no national hatred and family feud against Zhang Sixing at the moment, and only has the feeling of a master duel.

See.

When the flare was about to go out, Zhang Sixing finally saw his student.

The barrel of his gun protruded from under the corpse's clothes outside, causing the corpse's camouflage net to double camouflage his gun and scope.

He still couldn't see anyone, but he could roughly judge where Higashikawa Yohei was hiding.

At the moment when the flare was about to go out, Zhang Sixing fired.

At the same time, Higashikawa Yohei motionlessly observed the position of His Excellency the Headmaster.

He had just shot himself, of course only according to the position of the muzzle flame he had fired.

Searing shrapnel swept over the edge of the helmet and hit the wall behind it. Even then he didn't move, he knew it was nothing more than a blind shot that His Excellency the Headmaster was proficient in.

Shoot blindly with intuition, no need to aim, no need to look, just a shot with intuition.

I should really follow the Headmaster, and study hard for two, not three, he is really like a treasure trove that can never be discovered.