Chapter 22 The Night Gave Me Black Eyes

"The night gave me black eyes, but I am looking for the damned Japanese!"

Tang Dao locked onto the figure of a Japanese soldier sneaking towards this side under the moonlight, and whispered in a very artistic way before pulling the trigger.

Yang Xiaoshan...

As the Japanese sergeant in the lead fell headlong, more than 40 Japanese soldiers who were crouching and searching forward hid in the ruins.

Tang Dao's gun did not stop, and only one second later, he fired again, knocking down a Japanese soldier who was hiding behind a wooden door in panic.

The dead Japanese soldiers probably didn't know that there was an ability called "prediction" in this world.

Before Tang Dao fired the first shot, he had already observed the surrounding positions of the Japanese soldiers with bright lights 50 meters away, and predicted where these fertilized, oh no, frightened little rabbits would hide, which was easier than aiming at people themselves.

In less than six seconds, Tang Dao fired five shots in a row, emptying all the five bullets in the Zhongzheng rifle, resulting in three deaths and two injuries.

This was because of the cover of the night. If it was during the day, the five Japanese soldiers locked by Tang Dao would basically be doomed.

Darkness is fair.

While the night gave the Japanese army enough cover, it also gave Tang Dao, who was lying on the window of a dilapidated three-story building, a thick protective color.

It was not until Tang Dao shot out five rounds of magazines and took Yang Xiaoshan, his observer, to jump off the small building and quickly escaped that the Japanese army, who were suddenly attacked and a little panicked, locked Tang Dao's approximate position from the gunshots and the fiery red light from the muzzle.

"Da Da Da!" The roar of the Taisho 11th light machine gun sounded, and more than thirty rifles fired continuously, hitting the already dilapidated walls of the small building with dust flying continuously.

Then, two grenade launchers viciously split four grenades into two waves and flew over, blowing the roof and walls of the small building into a mess.

The well-trained nature of the Japanese army was clearly demonstrated in this round of counterattacks, that is, it seemed a bit sad.

Because when the flares were fired into the sky, the Japanese soldiers who were shooting angrily at the target area were very depressed to see that the two figures had already left the small building 20 to 30 meters away and entered a ruin that was beyond their sight.

"Baga! Chase them and kill them." Kurokawa Orizo, who arrived with his second squad, ordered with bloodshot eyes and high anger.

Kurokawa Orizo was of course very angry. Just forty minutes ago, he had lost a squad. The 200-man infantry squadron that had just been replenished and reached full strength had become 180 people in less than 24 hours. That's fine, war! How can there be no deaths?

But it was just a close reconnaissance, and his entire infantry squadron was dispatched. When he thought that the Chinese would not dare to touch his tiger whiskers unless they had more than one infantry battalion, the Chinese jumped out and slapped him in the face. As soon as they came, they killed five of his people.

No, it should be nine people. The two unlucky guys who were shot in the legs must have been carried back by four people!

If one must use a sentence to describe the mood of the Japanese Army lieutenant at this time, it can only be: I thought I was forced to have sex once, so I just regarded it as being fucked by a dog, but before I could comfort myself, I was pressed to the ground and fucked again, and I took another path, and what was even more excessive was that I didn't even give him a little lubrication, but was forced to do it.

Even if Kurokawa Weaving still had a little bit of reason left, thinking that it was either the Chinese who were too crazy or there was a trick, could the more than 100 imperial warriors under his command tolerate it?

If he could tolerate this, he would be considered a coward in the hearts of the whole squadron, even if they didn't say it because of the majesty of his squadron leader.

Besides, the scouts had already scouted, and the Chinese were at most more than 100 people, most of whom were hiding in that building, and their final destination was to shrink and wait for death.

The nearly 200 people under his command were the nightmare of the Chinese, and they were almost overwhelming. What reason did he have not to chase them?

The Japanese lieutenant, who was in a state of confusion, gave an order and led a squad. The two squads were separated on the left and right wings and advanced forward in a flat triangle formation.

Although he was very angry, Kurokawa Zhizo still maintained the last bit of clarity. The Japanese army's formation was still rigorous and not scattered, enough to deal with all crises.

Since the war had already started, the Japanese army did not intend to sneak around, and did not skimp on flares. "Bang, bang, bang!" Three consecutive flares were fired into the sky, illuminating the area more than 300 meters in front of the Sihang Warehouse.

The Sihang Warehouse in the darkness in the distance did not react at all, like a sleeping beast.

"Just a group of pitiful cowards, who only dared to stay in the bunker and wait for death." Kurokawa Zhizo looked ahead with a ferocious look, angrily belittling his opponent.

The two Chinese who had fired the black guns before were extremely cunning. They always hid in the ruins at the moment when the flares were launched, and began to flee at the moment when darkness came, so that the leading infantry squad chased them for nearly 100 meters and did not do anything to them.

This cat-and-mouse game made the Japanese army more and more crazy, so that they did not realize that the previously rigorous formation had gradually changed. The two infantry squads on the two wings were more cautious and lagged behind, and the infantry squad as the spearhead had already left them more than 70 meters away.

In the daytime, it would be nothing, of course, the effective range of the Type 38 rifle of up to 400 meters could completely make up for the distance of dozens of meters.

However, this was at night, no matter how bright the moonlight was, the distance of more than 70 meters was beyond the limit of human vision.

Unless they can keep the intensity of the flares, but obviously, the Japanese are not rich.

So, at the moment about 200 meters away from the Sihang Warehouse, the Japanese squad that rushed forward was attacked by the first wave.

However, it was not from bullets.

But from the feet.

Someone was unlucky enough to step on a mine.

With a loud bang of "Boom!", two legs flew high, and the blood splashed directly washed the face of the Japanese sergeant seven or eight meters away, and also blew the Japanese army's excitement back to their eyes.

They actually entered the minefield?

The shameless Chinese actually buried mines here?

Maybe it was just a coincidence?

When another Japanese soldier habitually lay down in the dust, and then was blown away, his entire chest was torn apart by the mine, and he died without even a scream, all the luck was gone.

"Baga! Don't move, everyone pay attention to the ground! Retreat!" The Japanese lieutenant squad leader's face was pale in the moonlight.

Entering a minefield means death, this is common sense, because you don't know which piece of land under your feet is safe. If you want to leave safely, you must open your eyes and carefully see every piece of land under your feet and move carefully, or grow wings and become a birdman.

But that is under the premise that no bullets fly over.

But obviously, this can only be a luxury.

Tang Dao teased them for a long time like a streetwalker, and finally lured these 40 or 50 people into the minefield. Is it possible to let them leave so easily?

"Free hunting!" Tang Dao gave an order to Yang Xiaoshan, who was five meters away from him, and then fired.

A Japanese grenade thrower fell over.

Yang Xiaoshan also locked his target and fired, also a grenade thrower.

That was the most threatening type of soldiers to them. Others, no matter how accurate their shooting skills were, were just chickens and dogs.

No one can shoot accurately and calmly with landmines underfoot, even the Japanese army, which is strong, cannot do that.

Yang Xiaoshan admires his new platoon leader to the core, because he knows that the Japanese squad that has already stepped into the minefield has already stepped into the hell.

Not far away, the sound of popping beans rang out, which was the unique sound of the MP28 submachine gun.

The firepower of the 22 submachine guns of the two infantry squads ambushed in the ruins near the minefield is definitely not inferior to 20 light machine guns within a range of 40 meters.

According to its firing rate of 400 rounds per minute, it means that every second, more than 100 bullets are poured on the nearly 40 Japanese soldiers.

It can be called a rain of bullets.