Chapter 11 This Is the Answer

A small building located thirty or forty meters away.

The area where the machine gun group and grenade launcher group of the Japanese squad are located.

Originally, it was an important position for fire support by Mitsuo Inoue, but now it seems to have become the most dangerous place.

If this idea that was growing wildly in the mind of the Japanese sergeant had appeared five minutes ago, the Japanese sergeant would have thought that he must be crazy, but since he checked the cause of death of several subordinates, the Japanese sergeant knew that the extremely terrible cold weapon master had an 80% chance of doing so.

The reason is also very simple. Although the four people with a light machine gun and a grenade launcher are the strongest firepower points of the squad, that is on the battlefield more than a hundred meters apart. If placed at close range, the two things are actually no better than fire sticks.

Moreover, in order to reduce the weight and carry as many bullets and grenades as possible, the four Japanese soldiers in the two groups are not equipped with guns, and the only self-defense weapons on their bodies are two grenades each.

In other words, on such a battlefield, the four people have become the weakest unit of everyone present.

"Baga!" Inoue Mitsuo roared, blew the iron whistle hanging on his chest quickly, and immediately led the remaining two infantrymen to run towards the small building.

The iron whistle is the standard equipment of the Japanese squad, used for squad-level battle sequences to issue various combat orders on the battlefield with continuous artillery fire.

The Japanese sergeant was decisive enough. Not only did he blow the warning signal, but the living were far more important than the dead or injured as a burden. As long as the remaining seven people could continue to remain intact, with three rifles plus a machine gun and a grenade launcher, no matter how powerful the sneak attacker was, he could hold on until the reinforcements arrived.

Therefore, the wounded man with a thigh injury could only watch their sergeant leave without hesitation, and then his panicked eyes suddenly stagnated.

A black shadow suddenly walked out of the house.

Damn it, how could he still be in the house? Didn't the sergeant say that he even took the stray dogs away? The Japanese wounded soldiers didn't have time to think so much, and struggled to get their guns.

Looking at the cute and tenacious appearance of the wounded Japanese soldiers, Tang Dao, standing in the moonlight, grinned slightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, healthy and youthful, and wearing a military uniform. If it were placed in a future TV series, it would definitely make all the female protagonists and female supporting actors drool.

But in the eyes of the wounded Japanese soldiers, they looked like demons, and the strong murderous aura was like a substance that made people's livers and galls break.

Before the gun was raised, a bayonet had already flown and stabbed into the arm of the wounded Japanese soldiers, and the screams suddenly resounded through the night sky.

Mitsuo Inoue, who had already run to the front of the small building, suddenly stopped.

Damn, I was fooled again.

However, weren't those two wounded soldiers the bait he threw out? Mitsuo Inoue had a twisted and cruel expression on his face, and ordered fiercely: "30 meters ahead, three grenades, fire! Flares, fire! The machine gun team on the second floor found the target for me, shoot him!"

The courtyard wall blocked the sight of all Japanese soldiers, so they did not see the pale face of their wounded soldiers screaming behind the courtyard wall.

Because, after the Chinese threw a knife and pierced his arm, he quickly retreated and disappeared into the darkness again.

He had enough time to come up and kill himself and the other person, but he didn't do it. So, what was he avoiding? Could it be...

Perhaps, this Japanese soldier named Okamoto hated his wit at the last moment of his life.

Because, a muffled sound of "boom!" proved that he guessed right.

The moment the flares were hung high in the sky, the small faces of the Japanese wounded were reflected palely.

Then, three grenades flew accurately, splashing the soil in the courtyard, and also blew a big hole in the roof of the only remaining room.

The wounded Japanese soldier torn by shrapnel had no time to remind his superiors and colleagues that the terrible Chinese had already fled. More importantly, what did he want to do by asking Inoue Mitsuo to focus on this side?

If this Japanese soldier had read Sun Tzu's Art of War, he would definitely know about "making a feint to the east and attacking in the west".

Tang Dao used this trick, of course.

He took the wild dog away, not only because it was once a Chinese watchdog, but also to prove to the Japanese that he had fled far away.

No one would dare to hide nearby with a wounded wild dog that might make a sound at any time, and Tang Dao did not dare to do so either.

So, after taking the wild dog away and hiding it fifty meters away, Tang Dao returned again, waiting for the bomb he had set up to work.

From the perspective of the Japanese sergeant's response to the battle, it was good, and Tang Dao liked such smart people. If they were too stupid, they would do something that Tang Dao could not expect.

Nearly ten Japanese veterans fought hard, and Tang Dao had a headache.

Fortunately, the Japanese sergeant was very skilled in military training, and was both quick-witted and ruthless. While rushing to support his most important machine gun team and grenade launcher team, he also left two wounded soldiers as bait.

As long as someone dared to harm the two wounded soldiers, under the strong light of the flares that could illuminate a radius of 200 meters, almost no one could escape the shooting of three rifles and a machine gun.

Unfortunately, the Japanese sergeant was destined to be disappointed. Even at the cost of sacrificing two of his own wounded soldiers, he did not see any figures around the courtyard.

Instead, the afterglow of the flares slowly falling from the sky illuminated the figures of the two Japanese infantrymen hiding in the ruins.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

A Japanese soldier who raised his head and tried to search ahead fell to the ground.

A bullet accurately hit the spot one centimeter below his helmet. The 7.92-caliber bullet easily penetrated his eye socket and shot into the back of his head, taking his life directly.

"Shoot!" Inoue Mitsuo took the lead and shot at the black shadow that jumped out less than ten meters away from the courtyard.

In two seconds, the flare will fall to the ground, and it will be dark again.

"Da Da Da!" The Taisho 11-type light machine gun roared wildly.

The black shadow evaded at a jaw-dropping speed under the cover of the flames, pounced forward, and rolled...

Then, 0.1 seconds before everything went dark, he fired.

Another Japanese infantryman who had just fired a shot fell to the ground and twitched like a piece of wood. A bullet hit his chest. The hard sternum failed to block the bullet from entering, but caused the high-speed bullet to deform and roll. Inside the body that was only as thick as a finger, there was a huge wound as big as a teacup.

Sharpshooter! Inoue Mitsuo's hair stood on end.

Although the distance was only 30 meters, he could still shoot such an accurate shot while constantly performing various tactical evasions under the cover of his own firepower. He was definitely a sharpshooter that Inoue Mitsuo had never seen before.

Inoue Mitsuo finally figured out why his opponent allowed the wounded in the courtyard to scream. He was probably doing it to let him fire flares so that he could find the position of his own soldiers and shoot them.

For others, it was a fantasy, but for that terrible guy, the facts have proved that he has the ability.

Even though he still has five people now, under the threat of such a sharpshooter, Inoue Mitsuo has no sense of security.

The Japanese sergeant, who was frightened by the amazing shot of the Tang sword, made the most wrong decision in his life and used the small building as a base to hold on and wait for help.

In such a fierce battle, he didn't believe that the squadron leader 700 meters away couldn't hear it.

Although it was shameful that five Japanese imperial army soldiers were forced into this state by a Chinese, it was nothing for his precious life. Inoue Mitsuo didn't want to become a dead body with samurai spirit.

He resolutely hid in the corner next to the window of the small building. No matter how accurate the Chinese sharpshooter's shooting skills were, could he shoot through the wall?

The machine gunner and the assistant shooter holding the machine gun had the same idea as him. If we can't beat you, we can't afford to hide! The two corners were just right for the three brothers to take one each.

In the resolute tactical action, no one would notice that the Japanese sergeant kicked off a thin hemp rope, and of course it was even more impossible to notice the green smoke coming out of a pile of broken furniture in the corner.

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