The soldiers of the Japanese army formed a line of disbanded soldiers. They were grouped into small combat groups and kept charging forward with their bodies bent.
Behind the Japanese soldiers, the machine gunners had already set up their light machine guns and started to cover them.
"Da da! Da da!"
Amid the crisp gunshots, the soil in front of Zhao Ting was blasted into a pillar of mud, and dust flew everywhere.
As the commander did not give the order to shoot, all the soldiers on the battlefield lay on the ground. Zhao Ting could already hear Old Wang's heavy breathing.
"Brothers, beat them up!”
When the Japanese soldiers were about 50 meters away from the Chinese soldiers, Battalion Commander Wang Hai's voice rang out.
"Da da"
"Bang bang."
Following Battalion Commander Wang Hai's order, all the Chinese soldiers opened fire, and bullets flew towards the Japanese soldiers like a gust of wind.
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"
"Ah!"
The distance was too close, and the Japanese soldiers in front had nowhere to hide. Their bodies were penetrated by bullets, and clouds of blood rose up. Then, they fell to the ground with spasms.
At this moment, life was like grass. In front of bullets, even the fierce Japanese soldiers were extremely fragile.
"Kill Gaigai!"
Seeing that the defenders had opened fire, the Japanese officers hiding behind them raised their swords high and roared loudly.
"Ah!"
The fierce-looking Japanese soldiers did not care about their fallen comrades. They stepped on their corpses and suddenly accelerated, charging forward.
"Bang!"
Zhao Ting also fired. He aimed at a soldier with a medicine flag hanging on his bayonet.
"Puff!"
The hot bullet rushed out of the muzzle and hit the head of the screaming soldier.
Under Zhao Ting's suspicious gaze, the head of the soldier exploded like a ripe watermelon. Red and white splattered on the body of the soldier beside him.
Zhao Ting was just a military fan and had never used a 79 rifle before. Now that he had killed a Japanese with one shot, he found it unbelievable.
" Killed a Japanese corporal, points 50."
The electronic voice that rang in his mind allowed Zhao Ting to finally react. It was probably because of the beginner god-level sniper skill that he had just obtained.
At the thought of this, he suddenly became excited. If he could hit the target with 100% accuracy, why would he be afraid of the Japanese?
"Ah!"
At this moment, a soldier beside Zhao Ting had just poked his head out to shoot when he was hit in the arm by a bullet. He let out a miserable cry.
"Medic, medic, someone is injured!”
Before Zhao Ting could react, Old Wang had already shouted at the top of his lungs.
A young soldier dropped his rifle and ran over, dragging the injured man into a crater.
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"
The machine guns of the Japanese were firing furiously. The machine gunners of the Japanese were extremely accurate. A row of bullets swept over, and a few more brothers fell in a pool of blood.
"Machine gun, suppress the Japanese machine gun!”
Not far away, Battalion Commander Wang Hai's roar could be heard. A few machine guns on the position hurriedly extended their fire and began to suppress the Japanese machine guns.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
But soon, the Japanese grenade launchers had already moved up. As the grenade launchers rained down, the few machine gun fire points on the defensive position were immediately silenced.
Zhao Ting and his platoon's machine gun were blown to pieces by the Japanese grenade launcher.
The casualties were getting heavier and heavier, and the soldiers of the Ghost Country kept attacking Zhao Ting's position.
Although the guards were firing desperately, without the suppression of the machine guns, they could not stop the charging Japanese soldiers with just their rifles.
In just a few minutes, the Japanese soldiers had broken through a few gaps in the defense line. Some areas were already in close combat with the Japanese.
"Platoon leader, we can't hold them off anymore. The Japanese's machine guns are so heavy that we can't even lift our heads.”
Old Wang looked experienced and prudent, but at this moment, he was also anxious.
"Cover me, I'll take out the Japanese Machine Gunners!”
Zhao Ting loaded another bullet, then poked his head out and aimed at a Japanese machine gunner in front of their platoon.
"Bang!"
A dull gunshot rang out, and the Japanese machine gunner fell to the ground. A bloody hole appeared on his forehead, and the Japanese machine gun instantly went silent.
However, after half a second of being stunned, the Japanese's assistant shooters quickly moved the corpses away and took over the shooting position.
Without waiting for the second shooter to pull the trigger, Zhao Ting fired again. The second shooter fell to the ground.
"Bang! Bang!"
The Japanese also noticed the direction of the sharpshooter, Zhao Ting. A few grenade launchers flew over, causing the surroundings to be filled with smoke.
Zhao Ting was also shocked. He didn't expect the Japanese grenade launcher to react so quickly. He hurriedly climbed out of the crater and changed his position.
"F * cking Japanese, I'll kill you!”
Zhao Ting was aiming at the grenade launcher of the Japanese this time. They were too much of a threat.
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out, and a Japanese Grenadier fell to the ground without a sound.
"Bang!"
Another Japanese Grenadier was pierced by a bullet and screamed as he clutched his chest.
Zhao Ting fired two shots at different locations. In just a few minutes, he had killed five Japanese Machine Gunners and Grenadiers.
As the Japanese Grenadiers and Machine Gunners were taken out, the pressure on them was reduced. The soldiers started firing, and the Japanese soldiers who rushed up to them were suppressed again.
"Old Wang, hold the position!"
" Let's go!" Zhao Ting ordered Old Wang and rolled a few times, heading toward the other platoon.
Zhao Ting found a better shooting position. This time, after killing a few of the Japanese Machine Gunners and Grenadiers, he did not expose himself. Instead, he looked for the commander of the Japanese soldiers through the smoke and the approaching soldiers.
Soon, he found a senior captain who was holding a commanding sword and protected by a few soldiers.
He loaded the gun and aimed. He pulled the trigger, and his shoulder shook. The throat of the Japanese senior captain who was roaring in the distance was directly pierced by the bullet.
The senior captain clutched his throat and fell to the ground. The surrounding soldiers hurriedly moved sideways to block him.
The senior captain whimpered and spat out blood. He wanted to cover his wound, but blood seeped out from between his fingers. Soon, the senior captain died.
A Japanese team leader saw that his commander was dead and immediately stepped forward to take over the command. He roared loudly and ordered the attack to continue.
Unfortunately, the Japanese captain did not live for more than a minute before his head was blown off by Zhao Ting.
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