Chapter 36: The War Is Unpredictable

The one Niu Er hit was not the Japanese soldier behind the stone pillar, but the Japanese sergeant he had given up.

Yes, from beginning to end, Niu Er's goal had not changed.

What made Leng Feng almost sluggish was not how accurate the recruit's shooting was. From the fact that he could hit the stone pillar 350 meters away, he already knew where Tang Dao's confidence came from.

He was a talented shooter, but he had not overcome the psychological barriers before, and his cowardly performance covered up his brilliance.

Now, the recruit who had killed the Japanese invaders with his own hands was discovered by Tang Dao. As long as he did not die in this battle, he would definitely grow into an excellent marksman in the future.

To be honest, Leng Feng even hoped that he would lose at that moment. He did not want to dampen the enthusiasm of this talented recruit because of a bet.

As an officer who was born as a soldier, Leng Feng knew what the most important quality of a soldier was. It was not talent, but enough toughness, but that was not something innate.

Just like making a knife, the material of the blade is important, but more importantly, it must be tempered in the furnace and hammered on the iron plate countless times to make a sharp and good knife.

The battlefield is the furnace and the iron plate, and the soldiers are the iron.

He was afraid that the nerves of the recruits were not so tough, and they were defeated by setbacks just after overcoming the fear of the battlefield.

However, the recruit Niu Er really gave him a big scare.

The recruits were like wolves in hunting, patient enough and even cunning.

Leng Feng now understood that the recruits had used five bullets to continuously shoot around the Japanese sergeant, which was actually telling the Japanese sergeant how much he wanted to kill him, but unfortunately he was unable to do so.

Then he wisely changed the target and shot another Japanese soldier who showed half of his body, which at least had a certain possibility.

All this showed that this was a cold shooter who was eager to make merit.

But this was just a cover-up.

Everything he did before was just waiting, waiting for the target that was previously "abandoned" to relax his vigilance.

Finally, when the Japanese artillery was fired, the Japanese infantry also rang the alarm to signal retreat. The Japanese sergeant watched his own artillery explode around the distant building, and estimated that even if the Chinese cold gunman did not dodge, he would just stare at his companions.

Finally, he jumped out of his bunker at the fastest speed in his life.

With his skilled technical and tactical movements and strong body, it only takes 2 seconds to get back into another bunker. Repeating this, running 50 meters away can basically ensure safety. No one can hit an object moving 400 meters away. Such super marksmen are extremely rare in the sequence of the Imperial Japanese Army, let alone the Chinese they look down on?

The Japanese sergeant's idea is generally correct. Not only is his mind meticulous, but his body is also strong and agile enough. If he really runs back 400 meters away, there will never be more than 2 people in the Sihang Warehouse who can snipe him.

However, the only thing he didn't expect was that the cold-shooter who came from a hunter family never gave up on him from the beginning. Even though the infantry guns kept exploding on the thick walls of the Sihang Warehouse, Niu Er's hands were always steady.

The recruits who had shot the cunning and fierce wild wolves with hunting rifles might not know much about tactics, but they knew that if they wanted to shoot the wild wolves known for their cunning, they had to be more cunning than them, otherwise, the wild wolves' fangs would tear your neck and their claws would dig your chest.

All his bullets, whether they deviated or hit the bunker, were actually just tests. He was waiting for the prey to lose vigilance.

Sure enough, he waited for the opportunity. The Japanese artillery began to counterattack and the infantry began to retreat.

His target also appeared.

The Japanese sergeant was very strong. He could roll four or five meters with a forward roll, and he might be able to roll into the next bunker in less than 1.5 seconds.

Unfortunately, he was not as fast as the bullets. More importantly, the shooting position chosen by the recruit was his only route.

As soon as the shit-yellow figure flashed out, Niu Er's gun muzzle swung slightly, and he pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

The bullet with an initial velocity of 800 meters crossed a distance of 350 meters in just 0.4 seconds and accurately hit the back of the Japanese sergeant.

The gun hole was actually not big, but no one knew that the specially modified bullet quickly flipped and deformed, stirring a big hole in the broad and strong back muscles of the Japanese sergeant, and a large amount of blood gushed out instantly.

This is also the real reason why Leng Feng lamented that the Japanese sergeant was a passionate young man.

At that moment, Leng Feng simply admired Tang Dao.

No wonder he personally guided this recruit who was called a coward before last night. It turned out that this was really a big piece of unpolished jade.

The thoughts of that sinister person are more likable than his shooting skills. Even without waiting until after the war, in this battle in the warehouse, the recruits can make the Japanese cry.

Leng Feng, who had figured it out, looked at the recruit who had just fired the last shot and had not had time to leave the battle position. He liked it as much as gold.

Although he was not in his platoon, he was also a soldier in the company, wasn't he? Deputy Captain Leng's vision was not that small.

If Niu Er saw the look in the eyes of the lieutenant commander looking at him, he would probably shrink back every day. The look between a man and another man was so hot, not surprising but just terrifying.

"Is the fight over?" Tang Dao seemed to have known the result long ago. He raised his head and glanced into the distance, and asked lazily.

"Yes, sir, the fight is over. I killed him." Niu Er retreated back to the bunker with his gun in his arms. His face, which was blackened by the smoke, was flushed, showing his excitement.

Obviously, killing the target with all his heart is not an easy thing for him, and naturally, it is also very fulfilling.

"Hey! Is this what you call the end? Hey, Xiaoer! You disappoint me so much." Tang Dao sighed with a look of disgust.

This is because there is no such word as "pretentious" in this era. Otherwise, the big soldiers who just cast a worshipful look at the new recruits will definitely put the hat of pretentious dealer on Lieutenant Tang's head.

Really, it's too damn pretentious.

Ten bullets killed a Japanese veteran 350 meters away, what else do you want? Could it be that you use a cold gun to keep the crazy retreating Japanese squad? That's not disappointing?

Leng Feng was also at a loss for words. Is this because I didn't admit defeat immediately? I'm deliberately shivering!

"The so-called bet is just an encouragement from the superior. The battlefield is the battlefield. What is there to complete or not complete? The battle is not over yet, you should pick up your gun and kill all the enemies you can kill."

Tang Dao's face turned cold and pointed to the distance. "Isn't the Japanese soldier behind the stone pillar still waiting for a chance to escape? Why don't you kill him now and keep him for the New Year?"

"That guy is too scared to die, he keeps hiding behind the pillar..." Niu Er's face turned redder.

The Japanese soldier hiding behind the stone pillar was an outlier, especially after the Japanese sergeant was shot dead a few meters in front of him, he refused to retreat and just huddled behind the stone pillar without moving.

With his current shooting level, there is really no way.

Unless he uses mortars to bombard that side and force the frightened Japanese outlier, but that is obviously too wasteful.

"If he doesn't come out, is there no way?" Tang Dao snorted coldly, "Where is your patience just now?"

"Remember, water has no constant shape, and soldiers have no constant situation." Tang Dao said while taking the gun from Niu Er's hand.

Then, he took out a black thing from his side and carefully tied it tightly with a bandage...

Damn it! Leng Feng almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

If he was not mistaken, it seemed to be that!