That's Your Excellency the Headmaster, who actually used the 38 rifle. Only the Type 38 rifle has such a small muzzle flame that it is not easy to see even at night.

This is me...... No, this is the appreciation of the arms manufacturing industry of the Great Japanese Empire, I thought His Excellency the Rector ......

All the people in the sniper school knew that His Excellency the principal was a Chinese, and they thought that if they entered the school as a Japanese soldier, they would be looked at differently by him.

However, to the admiration of all the Japanese students, including Higashikawa, the principal still trained them strictly.

He was a man of great wisdom......

Thinking of this, before he could shoot, a sharp pain suddenly appeared in his shoulder:

I, I was hit, I hid well, I only fired one shot, I ......

The darkness flooded Higashikawa Yohei's consciousness like a tide, and at the last moment he finally understood that he was not yet an opponent of His Excellency the Headmaster.

I have to say that Higashikawa Yohei deserves the title of Master of Concealment, and his concealment method is almost impeccable.

Almost...... There's still a chance to hit.

The slender bullet of the Type 38, with a speed of rotation that exceeds that of other similar types, hits the target with a fairly stable trajectory.

But before it could hit Yohei Togawa, the bullet passed through the body he was using as bait before hitting him in the chest.

Zhang Sixing, who was sure that he had hit the target, immediately turned the muzzle of the gun to the artillery team.

"Ready, gunner."

For the defenders of the Four Elements Warehouse, that was the biggest threat.

"Bobo"

Two flares were raised, and just as the gunners were still glad that this time the flares had not been extinguished, suddenly the muzzle flames of the four rows of warehouse roofs flashed.

Seeing this kind of scene, the veteran will throw everything in his hand and burrow into any corner with his head in his hands.

And the stupid recruits simply did not understand what this danger was, and they continued with the work in their hands.

In contrast to the army units, the Japanese marines did not lack gunners. What they lack is a gunner who can save their lives in a complex battlefield environment.

"Woo Woo ......"

The bullets dragged a faint smoke and carried an evil mission through the bodies of their targets.

The Japanese Marine Corps artillery was wiped out almost instantaneously, and artillery support for this attack simply ceased.

But by this time the charging marines had already reached the line of attack initiation, and they were fifty meters away from the four rows of warehouses.

"Fifty meters, shepherd artillery team...... Preparation...... Cast ......"

To Zhang Sixing's satisfaction, just when the Japanese Marine Corps artillery team was silent, Li Jixian's shout came from downstairs.

With the shouting, through the light of the flares, it was clear that the grenades were turning over their heels and heading straight for the heads of the Japanese marines who were hiding under the flares.

"Boom ......"

Empty grenades rang out in the sky, and large pieces of shrapnel glowing with golden light flew everywhere.

Like leaflets dropped by airplanes, pieces of shrapnel shine like summer flowers in the light of flares.

But they are not beautiful, they carry a horrific death.

The screams rang out among the Japanese Marines who were hiding underground, rolling and covering their wounds like ducks in a pond.

"Charge ......"

An officer picked up the commander and almost instantly hit his head with a fatal bullet.

When faced with a large number of snipers, the only correct way to command is to hide in a safe corner and shout.

The words he had just shouted were interrupted by bullets, and his standing body fell like a stake.

The soldier who had not yet recovered from the blow of the grenade had just picked up his gun and charged, but the interrupted order should not be carried out. Under the pale flares, there were a pair of confused eyes.

Every second of time on the battlefield is precious, and veterans who come down from the battlefield often cherish every second of their lives very much.

Because I don't know how many comrades-in-arms will lose their young lives in the next second, and they will also lose their remaining wonderful or unwonderful lives.

Because of a small piece of shrapnel, life can be easily interrupted.

Before the Japanese Marines could stand up and charge, dozens of grenades exploded in a series of overhead, and another wail rose.

"Gentlemen, rush, if you don't rush, you will be blown up here in vain."

With a shrill roar, a Japanese Marine Corps soldier jumped up and staggered towards the Sixing warehouse.

However, at this time, the soldiers of the German armor division had become accustomed to the fighting style of the shepherd artillery team, and even they put down their rifles one after another and threw grenades with the shepherd artillery team.

Although the accuracy may be close and the distance is closer, but the 88th Division left a few hundred boxes of grenades when it retreated, there is no shortage of this thing. In particular, a bullet hits a person, and a grenade encapsulated with shrapnel can blow up a bunch of people if it is thrown accurately.

Especially at night, grenades without sound are more popular with soldiers. No matter how many snipers there were in the Japanese Marine Corps, it would not be possible to hit those who did not shoot.

With the addition of soldiers from the German Armorer, more grenades were thrown from the upper floors.

"Charge ......"

Finally, a Japanese officer who was lucky enough not to die shouted, and although he was shot in the head by Zhang Sixing in an instant, the order was finally shouted completely.

"Charge ......"

In the last glow of the flares, swaths of Japanese Marines jumped up and joined the charging crowd.

Their gaping mouths, their gold teeth, and their distorted Rindanhu make them look like demons coming out of hell.

The next moment, however, flakes of grenades fell overhead.

Not one, but one.

Platoon grenades In future wars, the people's army, which lacks artillery fire, most preferred to use grenade attack tactics. The attack of a cluster grenade, capable of inflicting the heaviest blow on the psychology of enemy personnel.

Patches of thunderbolts rose in the air, and the black and scarlet red light lit up the entire battlefield instead of a light bullet.

The Japanese marines, who had just run, were swept down by the shrapnel that blew through the storm.

"Left, Thirty, One, Two, Cast ......"

The observers of the shepherd artillery team shouted, and the soldiers of the nearby German armor division simply threw grenades together according to the command.

At this time, the battle had been out of Zhang Jixian's command, and the sheep herd artillery team did not need his command at all.

simply picked up his box cannon, loaded the wooden box as Zhang Sixing ordered as a butt, and came to the wall.

Pick a random shot port where you can see the Japanese Marines running underneath, and use the bright light provided by the grenade explosion to shoot out one bullet at a time.

There was almost no need to aim, and a crisp "pop" sounded almost continuously.

"Brother, good marksmanship......"

The cheers of a German engineer lieutenant beside him were also Li Jixian's psychology.

There was joy in the battle, which he couldn't figure out anyway.

The thing was obviously a thief too, and the muzzle of the gun never poked out of the firing port, only inside the firing port.

The sound was loud and the muzzle flame was loud.

But the devils and snipers attacking from outside can't see it.