Chapter 122 Military Rank Cursed by the Devil (Monthly Ticket Requested!)

The scope of the two rifles is the live video class of Niu Er and Yang Xiaoshan.

Although Tang Dao told them the approximate location before leaving, the two searched in the scope for more than half an hour before finally determining the location of Tang Dao's hiding place through the camouflaged gun barrel, if Tang Dao had not occasionally moved the muzzle with extremely small amplitude.

The two understood what Tang Dao had told them before, that for a good sniper, shooting accuracy is only secondary, and camouflage and lurking are the first.

And a sniper like Tang Dao, whose shooting skills are extremely accurate, can also disguise himself so that you don't know how you died, which is really a nightmare for the enemy.

But this is not just a sniper.

The two stared at the muzzle in the ruins without blinking, for fear of missing Tang Dao's choice even for a second, which would become their tactical guidance on the battlefield in the future.

All learning starts with imitation. If you want to have your own characteristics, you can only have the opportunity to explore and develop after they have at least half of Tang Dao's strength.

Tang Dao once again demonstrated the timing of shooting that he had mentioned in front of the two students.

After finding the target, Tang Dao would wait until the moment when the cannon exploded before pulling the trigger.

The rumbling sound of the cannon covered the "click" sound of the Type 38 rifle to a minimum, and there were many similar gunshots on the battlefield. Unless you were standing less than ten meters away from him, no one would know that someone was shooting here.

As for the Japanese army, they basically didn't pay attention to a detail. Their commanders often fell at the moment when the Chinese mortar shells exploded.

As their second lieutenant squad leader fell, the Japanese infantry often chose to rescue the commander first. As for whether the trajectory was shot straight into the chest or diagonally through the brain, or the time of being hit, these were not the key points that a group of soldiers had to consider.

On the battlefield, bullets flew across the battlefield, as long as they were not shot from behind, it was reasonable.

The only unreasonable thing is that, as their colonel commander thought when his head was buzzing, the Japanese army did not understand why their grassroots commanders who were dressed without any special features were targeted so accurately by the Chinese cold gunmen.

Especially when the whole morning battle was over, the bodies of five second lieutenant squad leaders were carried down from the battlefield, and a lieutenant squad leader was killed in the second-line trench.

Under the 6.5 Yusaka bullet specially modified by the Tang Dao, there were almost no injuries, only deaths.

Once can be said to be a coincidence, twice can be said to be an accident, but many times in a row, it means that they are really being targeted.

And those who can become second lieutenant squad leaders are either top students who graduated from the NCO Academy or promoted by sergeants with rich combat experience. Losing these grassroots backbones is even more painful for Jiro Wakiita than losing a major battalion commander.

Perhaps only the Tang Dao can tell them why.

The Japanese attack this time was mainly organized at the squad level, and the second lieutenant squad leader was basically the highest-level commander on the battlefield. Although in order to avoid being sniped by cold guns, the Japanese second lieutenants who had learned a lot had changed into the same uniforms as ordinary Japanese soldiers, and did not have a set of pretentious suits, but the bad habit of waving and shouting "Onboard!" eventually exposed them.

In the strict hierarchy of the Japanese army, not everyone is qualified to wave their hands and point forward.

Tang Dao did not stay in one place. He knew that the Japanese army was not stupid. When they found that their grassroots officers were hunted in large numbers, they would definitely analyze the trajectory and look for the direction of the cold gunman to avoid future risks.

Once they found that most of the bullets were not shot straight, they would definitely be alert. Perhaps they still didn't know their hiding place, but they would wash the ground with artillery shells, even if they were just a little suspicious.

So, after reaping enough, Tang Dao slipped away.

If Niu Er and Yang Xiaoshan hadn't been staring at Tang Dao, they might have thought it was a corpse.

But they knew that the "corpse" was alive. Although it moved at an incredibly slow speed, it was indeed moving, crawling on the battlefield where the two armies were fighting.

However, neither the warehouse defenders nor the Japanese army would focus on a "corpse".

Therefore, it took at least fifteen minutes for the corpse to successfully "move" to another ruin thirty meters away. No one except the two Chinese soldiers knew it.

Among them, perhaps the Japanese medical team had noticed the corpse of a colleague left in the ruins. Just as they were about to come here, Niu Er, who had been paying close attention to the situation around Tang Dao, fired a shot. The injured medical soldier had no intention of taking care of the corpse? He was in great pain.

Before Tang Dao climbed back into the ruins, Niu Er saw Tang Dao quietly raising his thumb.

The recruit grinned happily. He understood that it was the encouragement from the superior to him, not just a student.

He could be regarded as fighting side by side with the superior once.

Wakiita Jiro paced back and forth in the regiment headquarters like a trapped beast.

The casualties among ordinary infantry were decreasing, but the number of grassroots officers killed was increasing exponentially. What was even more painful was that no matter how his elite subordinates analyzed it, they could not find out where the fatal bullets came from. Does this mean that from now on, those lieutenants will not be allowed to go to the battlefield and will have to stay in the regiment headquarters and stare at him?

For a whole day, the Japanese commander could only suffer in pain like this, watching the combat effectiveness of his once proud elite subordinates being continuously weakened. More than ten squad captains were killed, including four who were promoted temporarily and had just become squad leaders at noon. , turned into a corpse in the afternoon.

Even by the afternoon, some people had begun to refuse to be promoted, as if the rank of second lieutenant had been cursed by the devil, and death would not be far away if they got it.

Until the evening, everyone in the 36th Infantry Regiment finally breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to end this meaningless, harmful and humiliating battle.

The Japanese army was extremely uncomfortable, but in fact, the Chinese side was not much better, for some senior officials.

Sihang Warehouse, unexpectedly, lost contact...

The inevitable contact that was usually made twice a day did not receive any response throughout the day. The anxious Songhu Theater Command had to turn to a certain celebrity under the old man's command, hoping to use his route to manually contact the inside of the warehouse.

But unexpectedly, nothing happened.

But the withdrawal of troops is what the boss wants. What can be done if the order cannot even be passed on?

It would be strange if a group of big guys weren't as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

Not only the Chinese big shots were anxious, but the concession authorities and the Japanese Army Dispatch Force Headquarters were also dumbfounded when they received the unexpected news.

You've taken off your pants, why don't you come here?

Then we must let the Chinese side pass the order into the warehouse! Therefore, with the tacit understanding of the three parties, Suzhou River was left undefended...

As night fell, Tang Dao also returned to the warehouse, with the terrifying feat of killing eleven Japanese second lieutenants and above.

But none of this made the army lieutenant colonel's extremely solemn expression soften. Instead, he sat at the top of the simple conference table and looked sharply at Tang Dao, who had just returned from the battlefield with a strong murderous aura.

After a while, he finally asked: "Can you tell me why?"

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