I shoot one at a time in the fight against Japan

Chapter 162 Besieged but not attacked (please subscribe, ask for monthly ticket support!!)
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"Mortar ready." The squadron leader of the little devil ordered the artillery to prepare.

But no one seemed to dare to move.

Because they are all afraid of being shot in the head by a sniper.

"Baga Road, hurry up and prepare for me."

"Prepare."

"Come out and prepare for me."

The squadron leader of the little devil yelled at the timid artillerymen who were afraid of death, even kicked the artillerymen, and directed the sword to attack the soldiers, but the artillerymen had shadow areas in their hearts, and there were brains stuck to the artillerymen.

"Baga, road." The leader of the little devil immediately drew out his pistol and fired continuously at the ground.

blah blah!

The bullet hit the ground, splashing a splash of mud.

The actions of the squadron leader really frightened the artillerymen, but they were still very scared, very scared!
"I don't care if you are afraid of death or what you are afraid of, you must go back to the mortar and bombard the enemy, so that the cause of our empire will develop well, and you are all imperial warriors, so afraid To die is really a disgrace to our empire." The squadron leader reprimanded his soldiers.

But still no one dared to go out.

Afraid!

Afraid of death.

Who is not afraid!

Seeing that no one dared to move, the squadron leader became very helpless.

Then he walked to the mortar by himself and began to adjust the direction, height and so on of the mortar.

After the little devil's squadron leader adjusted, he gestured with his fingers, then picked up a cannonball and put it directly into it.

puff!
The shell flew out instantly.

boom!
The shell exploded instantly when it fell on the ground, and a huge fireball rose slowly.

"Baga, road." The squad leader of the little devil saw that the accuracy and distance were not enough, and he was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother.

Those artillerymen who were afraid of being sniped by sharpshooters were undoubtedly moved when they saw the squadron leader himself on the field.

"Captain, let me help you."

"I am coming too."

"Baga Yalu, you damn Chinese people."

Those artillerymen stood up one after another, fighting with the squadron leader with the determination to die.

"Well done, you are all warriors of the empire. We fight together, and His Majesty the Emperor is with us." The squadron leader didn't expect to infect many people by himself, and he was also very happy.

"Long live the Emperor."

"Long live the Empire."

"Long live the Emperor."

The little devils shouted one after another, as if they were shouting their own death declaration.

Yes.

It's a declaration of death.

However, Zhou Weihua saw the cannonball explode more than ten meters in front of him. Isn't it enough to kill the little devil just now?How dare you use bombardment?

Zhou Weihua adjusted the muzzle of the gun again, aiming again in the direction of the little devil's artillery.

"It turned out that there was an officer directing the battle, so it's no wonder the artillerymen dared to come out." Zhou Weihua looked through the scope and saw an officer in an officer's uniform, holding a command knife in his hand.

Seeing the officer's epaulets through the faint light, it seemed that he was still a lieutenant sergeant.

Not bad!
Zhou Weihua saw that the little devil's artillery was adjusting one after another, it seemed that it would be ready soon, and it seemed that he was going to bombard himself.

"His grandma, will I let your scheme succeed?" Zhou Weihua raised a deadly smile at the corner of his mouth, and aimed directly at the trigger.

Tweet!
The bullets passed through the giant curtain of night, heading straight for the little devil's artillery.

puff!
Zhou Weihua saw a blood-red splash in the scope, and the little devil fell to the ground in response, losing his vitality directly.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the enemy's sharpshooters can't kill us all, let us fight together and dedicate ourselves to the cause of the empire together." The squadron leader of the little devil saw that the artillerymen around him were instantly killed by the sharpshooters, and the other soldiers fell into panic. Hurry up to appease.

Tweet!
A bullet broke through the black giant screen with the will of death, and immediately penetrated into the body of the squadron leader of the little devil, splashing blood red.

The leader of the little devil's squadron suddenly dilated his pupils, his eyes darkened, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground and went straight to see God.

When the other little devils saw this scene, their eyes widened.

The squadron leader was shot and sacrificed?
However, Zhou Weihua had a panoramic view of the frightened expressions of the other little devils in the scope, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help raising a death smile, and then gently pulled the death trigger again.

Tweet!
The bullets shot out.

The golden shell came out of the chamber and fell to the ground with a 'dang' sound.

puff!
The bullets were like death's scythes, and they harvested the little devils in response.

Tweet!

Two bullets whizzed out, hitting the two little devils in response, and fell to death in a pool of blood.

Zhou Weihua's powerful kills made the little devils frightened, and then fled in all directions, not daring to get close to the mortar, because getting close to the mortar is tantamount to death.

"Report, the deputy brigade commander, the squadron leader was shot and killed, and the artillery was scattered in all directions. We don't know where to go. Now we are the only ones left." At this time, the deputy squadron leader reported to Sanye.

"Baga, you hateful sharpshooter, hateful Chinese man." Sanye was furious when he heard that the squadron leader was shot dead by the sharpshooter. Now his people can't do anything to the sharpshooter. Undoubtedly, the sickle on his neck is still there. Did not take it away.

"Deputy brigade commander, what should we do now?" The deputy squadron asked for instructions.

"How about the reinforcements at the headquarters? Has it come out yet?" Sanye frowned, a little sharpshooter beat him to such an embarrassment.

"Report, the headquarters is still trying to find a way to reinforce it. It seems that only by dispatching heavy equipment can we break through the enemy's blockade." The deputy squadron responded, because the headquarters was considering whether to dispatch heavy equipment.

"Then ask for heavy equipment, and we must ask the brigade commander to quickly support and attack quickly." Sanye is now very passive. If he has not supported, I don't know how long he and half of the squadron can last.

"Yes, I will contact the headquarters immediately and ask them to send out heavy equipment." The deputy squadron turned around and went to communicate with the signal soldier, and immediately contacted the headquarters to request heavy equipment for reinforcements.

"Report, the deputy brigade commander and our people have been forced to retreat. We can't take down the Taihe Mansion, let alone rescue Mr. Fujino from the enemy." At this time, a team leader stepped forward to report, because he led people to try Charged several times, but ended in failure every time. The enemy's firepower was too busy, especially with a squadron of heavy machine guns, and the defense of the machine gun bunker. Launching a charge was undoubtedly waving to death, throwing himself and the soldiers into the ground meat in the plane.

"Then give up the attack, and surround the Taihe Mansion without attacking it. As long as they are trapped in the Taihe Mansion, we can take these people down and rescue Mr. Fujino as long as they are trapped in the Taihe Mansion." Sanye directly made a decision and gave up. Instead of using offensive tactics, he chose to besiege the Taihe Mansion instead of attacking tactics. Now he only needs to wait for support, which is equal to victory.

(End of this chapter)