"Is that Chinese top grade shooter dead?”
After the experienced old man fired a shot, he quickly changed his position and hid beside the Japanese who was in charge of observing.
"I saw you hit him. He must be dead.”The Japanese soldier in charge of observing answered excitedly.
That was because he saw that the elite shooter from China had been hit and fell into the trench.
However, the two soldiers were obviously overconfident. They had indeed hit the sharpshooter Ma Liang.
However, Ma Liang was also someone who had experienced hundreds of battles. He had a strong premonition of danger. The last dodge only pierced through his arm and did not threaten his life.
" Brother Ma, you're injured!"
At that moment, a Chinese soldier saw Ma Liang leaning against the trench with his hand on his arm, sweating profusely from the pain. He hurriedly ran over.
"Don't come over!"
Ma Liang didn't dare to move now because he knew that the Japanese archers were definitely watching him. He wanted to stop the soldier who wanted to save him from getting close to him. It was too dangerous.
"Puff!"
"Puff!"
However, Ma Liang's attempt to stop him was still a step too late. This brother had only taken a few steps when two bullets penetrated his body, hitting his vital points.
The brother's body released a bloody mist, and then he fell on the fluffy scorched earth, quickly sacrificing himself.
"Damn Japanese!"
When Ma Liang saw the corpse of the soldier who had been shot by the Japanese sharpshooter, he angrily smashed his fist into the soil, pulling the wound. The pain made his facial muscles twist.
"Tell the battalion commander that the Japanese have sharpshooters watching us!”
Another soldier noticed the injured Ma Liang. After all, he was the number one sharpshooter in the original regiment. He was very famous and many people knew him.
This time, Ma Liang stopped the soldier who wanted to save him in time and told him to inform Battalion Commander Wang Hai.
The soldier was stunned for a moment before he quickly went to inform Battalion Commander Wang Hai.
Although the two special shooters from the Japanese felt that they had hit Ma Liang, they didn't know if he was dead or not, so they kept staring in his direction.
The two soldiers were very patient. They had already received orders. Their main task was to take care of the enemy's special grade shooters. They didn't have to worry about anything else.
However, the two Japanese soldiers waited until their attack failed again. They did not see the other party get up again. Only then did they confirm that the other party was probably dead.
The attack of the Japanese soldiers was once again repelled, but the sharpshooter Ma Liang was injured and lost his ability to fight.
When Battalion Commander Wang Hai found out that the Japanese had sent out sharpshooters to specifically target them, he broke out in cold sweat.
Because he had been commanding from the front, his military uniform was particularly eye-catching. If the other party had targeted him, he would have died 800 times.
Fortunately, the enemy's main target was the sharpshooters on their side, not the officer. However, Wang Hai did not dare to be careless. He took off his field officer uniform and changed into an ordinary soldier's uniform.
"Tell our brothers to pay attention. The Japanese have a sharpshooter. Inform Company Commander Zhao to find the enemy's sharpshooter and kill him! Tell Company Commander Zhao to pay attention to his safety."
Wang Hai quickly gave the order. Although Ma Liang had managed to keep his life, he had lost his ability to fight. He could only rely on Zhao Ting, the sharpshooter, now.
Zhao Ting soon found out that the Japanese had also started to target them with their sharpshooters. While he was scared, he was also a little excited. He wanted to compete with the Japanese sharpshooters.
The Japanese called them special shooters, while Zhao Ting and the others called them sharpshooters. In fact, they all meant the same thing. They were all snipers in the future, but they were just simplified versions.
Zhao Ting handed over the command to his three platoon leaders, intentionally nurturing their commanding abilities.
He was holding a 79 rifle and crouching behind a few corpses like a wolf waiting for its prey.
The Japanese quickly launched their attack. This was the third attack in the morning. The Japanese seemed determined to take over their position, and their attacks became fiercer and fiercer.
The first platoon leader, Liu Gang, the second platoon leader, Yang Dashu, and the third platoon leader, Old Wang Tou, were each in charge of a section of the defense line. They did not give in to an inch of land. When they were far away, they used machine guns and rifles. When they were close, they used grenades. The Japanese were unable to cross the line.
The two special shooters from the Japanese did not join the battle at first. They were observing and after confirming that there were no traces of sharpshooters on Zhao Ting's side, they shifted their focus to the Chinese Machine Gunners and officers.
The Japanese soldiers were well-trained, and their marksmanship was not bad. The special grade shooters of the Japanese were even more outstanding, and they were considered one in a hundred. There were only three of them in the infantry squadron, but one of them had already been killed by Ma Liang.
The two Japanese special shooters started shooting arrogantly. As they continued to fire, several Chinese machine guns went silent.
Zhao Ting saw the Machine Gunners on his side being killed by the Japanese Sharpshooters. Although he was furious, he suppressed the urge to shoot.
Because the Japanese's special shooters were very cunning, they changed places with every shot, and they hid behind the attacking team.
The battlefield was filled with craters, debris, and collapsed trenches. The battlefield environment was quite complicated, and it was difficult for Zhao Ting to capture their figures.
As all kinds of gunshots rang out, it was not easy to find out where the bullet that killed the Machine Gunner came from.
However, there was no way that one would not get their shoes wet if they stood by the river for a long time. After about five shots from the Japanese, Zhao Ting discovered their location.
However, Zhao Ting did not fire immediately. After two minutes, he finally confirmed that there were two Japanese sharpshooters.
"Bang!"
When one of the Japanese special grade shooters quickly moved away after firing a shot, Zhao Ting fired just as he lay down in his new shooting position and poked half his head out.
With a pu sound, the Japanese special grade shooter who had just poked half his head out was directly penetrated by the bullet. The bullet churned the inside of his head into a paste and then flew out from the back of his head with red and white things.
As for the other Japanese special grade shooter, he didn't even realize that his comrade had died silently in such an intense battle.
"Bang!"
The second Japanese special grade shooter aimed at one of the officers. Just as he was about to fire, a bullet pierced through his eye.
"Ah!"
The Japanese elite archer felt a piercing pain, and his mind was turned upside down. He fell to the ground, and soon his consciousness fell into darkness.
On such a battlefield, the deaths of the two Japanese elite shooters did not attract much attention.
It was only when the Japanese soldiers retreated that the corpses of the special grade shooters were brought back by the retreating Japanese soldiers. They suddenly realized that the famous special grade shooters had all died in one battle.
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