The night is cloudy and the smoke is filled with gunpowder.

Looking at the Japanese soldiers getting closer and closer, General Zhao Dengyu slowly raised the sword in his hand, with a cold and solemn expression. Several soldiers including Zhang Xinghan and Zhao Heita also followed suit and raised the sword in their hand high above the top.

"Big Sword Team..." Before General Zhao Dengyu finished speaking, suddenly, dense gunshots sounded from behind them, and gunshots like beans sounded one after another.

"Tututu...dadada..." The few light machine guns also sounded pleasant guns.

The Japanese soldiers crawling towards the high ground were immediately knocked down in groups like harvesting wheat. Zhang Xinghan, General Zhao Dengyu and others looked back and saw hundreds of soldiers of the 29th Army shouting and rushing up in the flames, led by the regiment commander Wang Changhai.

Seeing this, General Zhao Dengyu couldn't help but smile. The arrival of reinforcements was unexpectedly beaten by a rain of bullets.

The Japanese commander was obviously unwilling to give up and failed like this. He waved his command knife and screamed, organizing the attack again, and scolding the Japanese soldiers who wanted to retreat to continue the attack.

Sure enough, the Japanese soldiers who had already developed the intention to retreat turned around and killed them one by one, regardless of their death.

At this time, all the reinforcements of the 217th Regiment had entered the position and poured bullets at the enemy with their positions. It has to be admitted that the Japanese infantry's shooting skills were indeed not covered.

Under the fierce firepower of the officers and soldiers of the 217th Regiment, the Japanese infantry were able to shoot bullets calmly. Under the Japanese's tenacious counterattack, the officers and soldiers of the 217th Regiment began to suffer casualties.

Although the Japanese suffered greater casualties, under the scolding of the vicious commander, no Japanese soldier dared to retreat. They all had to bite the bullet and rush upwards in the rain of bullets. Behind the Japanese positions, one hungry flare after another kept rising, illuminating the entire night sky like daytime. In addition, the sky was getting brighter at this time, so the visibility was very clear, almost no difference from the daytime.

Seeing this, General Zhao Dengyu couldn't help but feel anxious: "Blow me! Beat me hard!"

At this time, a soldier next to Zhang Xinghan suddenly stiffened his body and fell backwards straight.

Zhang Xinghan hurried forward, shook him and said, "Brother, are you okay?"

However, the soldier did not react at all. Zhang Xinghan's eyes moved, and he saw a wound the size of a thumb cover on his forehead, and black blood was already flowing out of his head. It was obvious that the bullet directly penetrated his entire brain from his forehead and killed him with one shot.

Zhang Xinghan looked at the warrior in front of him, and his eyes were unwilling to be furious. After closing the warrior's eyes with his hands, he picked up a Hanyang-making rifle that fell beside the warrior. He took out all the bullets from the bullet bag on the warrior's body.

Zhang Xinghan has already been able to use this kind of Hanyang rifle skillfully. Although this is an old rifle, he can still use it freely for him who is a special forces soldier. He is already extremely outstanding in his marksmanship. Although he may not be able to hit every shot, it should be no problem to hit ninety-nine white hair.

Zhang Xinghan checked the bullet cabin and found three bullets inside. He immediately gritted his teeth, pulled the bolt, and stood in the trenches and raised the steel gun.

Because there were too many Japanese soldiers, Zhang Xinghan had almost no need to look for them and locked up a Japanese military officer. The Japanese military officer was still conspicuous because a small plaster flag was hung in front of his rifle.

At three points and one line, Zhang Xinghan quickly aimed, then decisively pulled the trigger, "Bang!" A bullet flew out of the gun chamber and quickly flew towards the Japanese soldiers.

Almost instantly, the gunfire was not dropped, and the high-speed rotating bullet hit the Japanese soldier's face. Hanyang made different from the 38 rifle of the Japanese army. The shooting accuracy of Hanyang made was worse than that of the 38 large cover, but it was more powerful. As we all know, the 6.5-mm bullet of the 38 large cover and the super long barrel made it more accurate. After being shot into the human body, it has a strong penetration and often passes directly through the human body.

The warrior who was shot just now is an example, but Hanyang made a difference. The bullet shot by Zhang Xinghan hit the Japanese soldiers' face directly. It did not penetrate the head directly like the 38th bulb. Instead, it initially entered the Japanese's head and exploded inside. The bullet churned violently in the Japanese's head, directly shattering the Japanese's brain and brain tissue.

After the Japanese soldiers were shot, they stood upright for about two or three seconds. The blood mixed with the mixture flowed down from his already blurred face, and then they fell forward with a bang.

After Zhang Xinghan finished shooting, he immediately retracted his trench, pulled the bolt, pulled the shell that had just been shot out, took a deep breath, stood up again, raised his gun and aimed at a Japanese soldier, and fired immediately.

A "bang" gunshot was immediately overwhelmed by the dense gunshots around him, but just as Zhang Xinghan squatted down, a Japanese soldier fell down.

"Who! It's good marksmanship!" The soldier next to him couldn't help but praise him when he saw Zhang Xinghan hit both shots.

Zhao Heita, not far from Zhang Xinghan, also discovered the situation. He carried a rifle and came to Zhang Xinghan with a hug. At this time, Zhang Xinghan fired again and killed the Japanese soldier who rushed the fastest. After being shot, the Japanese soldier ran forward several steps under his own inertia before falling to the ground like a dead pig.

"Good boy! I thought you were good at brushing the big blades, but I didn't expect that the marksmanship was not bad. Why didn't you find it before?" Zhao Heita said suspiciously when he saw this.

"Hehe! I'm practicing secretly!" Zhang Xing laughed, pulled the bolt again, then stood up, aimed again, and shot. Another Japanese soldier fell down.

Zhang Xinghan's successive successes soon attracted the attention of the Japanese machine gunners. Just as Zhang Xinghan killed the fifth Japanese soldier, a shuttle of machine gun bullets hit the bunker around him, and the bunker dust and smoke were splashed everywhere.

Zhang Xinghan was shocked and sweated in a cold sweat. He quickly squatted down. He knew that he had been targeted by the Japanese. He immediately patted Zhao Heita on the shoulder and said, "Squad Leader, change the place!"

"Where to change?" Zhao Heita was confused and said that, he was about to hold up his gun and shoot.

Zhang Xinghan grabbed him and said, "We are targeted by the Japanese machine gunners. There may be sharpshooters. Now we stand up and wait for the headshot to be shot! Change the place! Let's go!"

Zhang Xinghan said, and stood up and walked along the traffic trench toward the other end of the trench. Zhao Heita followed him half-believingly, and the two of them came to the other side of the trench one after another.

After transferring the position, Zhang Xinghan pulled the bolt and immediately stood up, aimed in the direction he had just remembered, and quickly and accurately locked the Japanese light machine gun that was still roaring and spitting out flames.

When the muzzle aimed at the forehead of the Japanese machine gunner, Zhang Xinghan decisively pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out of the gun chamber and rushed towards the Japanese machine gunner who was shooting wildly.

"Puchi!" A sound of bullets passing through the flesh sounded thousands of gunfires. The Japanese machine gunner was shot at the head. Like the previous Japanese military officer, he fell forward straight. The crooked machine gun that was still roaring and spitting out flames just now suddenly became silenced.

Another Japanese soldier next to him turned over his companion's body and picked up a crooked handkerchief to continue shooting, but before he could pull the trigger, a bullet that roared from nowhere accurately hit his chest.

The Japanese soldier fell to the ground unwillingly and threw the machine gun aside. The same scene followed one after another. Soon, the Japanese's machine gun was covered with corpses.

The other Japanese soldiers never dared to touch the crooked light machine gun again. The Japanese commander couldn't help but say extremely corruptly: "Bagayalu, Chinese sharpshooter! Kill him! Hurry up."

Several Japanese magic gunmen who were hiding everywhere in the Japanese crowd received the order and began to look for targets.

After killing the Japanese machine gunners, Zhang Xinghan and Zhao Heita moved their positions again. As soon as they arrived at another position, Zhao Heita muttered: "What a damn magic, Zhang Wazi, why didn't you see it before? You kid not only have accurate marksmanship, but also a ghostly spirit! You will run away after you fight."

"Hehe!" Zhang Xinghan smiled slightly, then stood up with a stern expression and raised his gun to look for the target again. This time, Zhao Heita was not idle either. He pulled the bolt of the gun, and also stood up and raised his gun to aim.

As a veteran with several years of military experience, although Zhao Heita's marksmanship cannot be compared with Zhang Xinghan, it should be no problem to hit a Japanese soldier within one or two hundred meters. After all, the Japanese attacked from the top and the target leaked greatly, and they were simply a living target. Any warrior with some marksmanship should be able to win.

Zhang Xinghan looked solemn. This time he discovered a Japanese officer, but according to visual observation, the distance of the Japanese officer was at least 300 meters away. Such a distance would have exceeded the limit of the effective range of the 88-style Hanyang. Zhang Xinghan held his breath. A man from 300 meters away was just a relatively vague figure without the assistance of telescopes and scopes.

With years of shooting experience, Zhang Xinghan slowly locked the target and finally gently pulled the trigger. The unique gunshot of Hanyang's "dong" sounded immediately, and a bullet that told the spinning to fly towards the Japanese commander.

Due to the distance and the mixed population of Japanese soldiers at that time, after firing the gun, Zhang Xinghan didn't know whether the Japanese officer had been shot dead by himself.

However, after a moment, the Japanese soldiers who were still attacking frantically began to retreat quickly like a tide. The bodies of some Japanese soldiers were not taken away and they lay on the ground in a row.

After the Japanese attack troops retreated, the entire position did not calm down. They rescued the wounded and repaired fortifications, and were busy.

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Command of the Fourth Japanese Brigade.

Huo Yizhensan, chief of staff of the Japanese Fourth Brigade, walked into the brigade command center with a hurried expression, suddenly closed his feet and reported to Mitsuto Suzuki, the commander of the brigade who was sitting in the command center, closed his eyes and rested, and said, "General!"

"Yeah!" Suzuki Mito, who had not been asleep for a night, was obviously a little tired. He opened the rat eyes when he heard the sound, and turned his little eyes and said, "Huo Yijun, what's going on?"

"General, the attack of the 17th Infantry Regiment failed! The Chinese military reinforcements arrived, and Koizumi Nakasa, the second battalion of the 17th Infantry Regiment, who was responsible for commanding the battle on the front line, was hit by the Chinese sharpshooter, and he was loyal to His Majesty the Emperor." Huo Yizhen San nodded with a heavy face and replied.

"Baga!" Suzuki Mitsuto was furious when he heard this. He slapped Huo Yizhen with his hands and slapped three or two big slaps in the face, and said in anger: "Order the Fifth Regiment and the artillery units directly under the brigade headquarters to advance immediately. I want to command the attack myself!"

"General!" Huo Yizhensan wanted to persuade him.

Meituan Suzuki, who had decided to speak, did not allow him to speak, and shouted with a ferocious face: "Execute the order!"
Chapter completed!