The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

Zhang Hai took the new sniper Lu Wenen and quickly found a half-collapsed trench near the preset sniper position.

"It's right here." Zhang Hai pointed to the bombed and collapsed trench and said in a low voice.

The new sniper Lu Wenen also stopped, and gently put the package he was carrying on the ground.

Zhang Hai and Lu Wenen dug two skirmisher bunkers with their shovels next to the collapsed trench, and then covered the outside with some weeds for camouflage.

Finally, a small screen was erected inside the trench next to the skirmisher's bunker, with tarpaulins, which provided protection from the sun as well as from the rain.

After everything was tidied up, it was already late at night. Zhang Hai asked Lu Wenen to rest under the raincloth that he put up, and he put the 98k sniper rifle out of the half-collapsed trench, and began to guard against the devil's position.

The devil's trench was just 200 meters away, but the devil's trench was dug so deep that it was so dark that it was impossible to see what was inside from the outside. Zhang Hai prayed that his vision would be better during the day.

Zhang Hai kept observing the devil's position on the opposite side until dawn and found no movement. After dawn, Lu Wenen replaced Zhang Hai and continued to lurk in the shooting position.

It wasn't until noon that Lu Wenen pushed Zhang Hai, signaling that there was movement from the devil.

Zhang Hai climbed into the foxhole, held up the binoculars to observe the devils, and found several steel helmets moving in the opposite trench.

Zhang Hai also took out his sniper rifle and aimed the gun at the shaking helmets of the devils.

"call out!"

Soon, a white smoke suddenly rose from the devil's trench, and a shell whizzed past Zhang Hai's head and smashed into a bunker not far behind them.

With a loud bang, a bunker piled up with sandbags was blasted open, and the sand and sand were blown up and fell down like rain.

Soon, several shells flew out from an approaching devil's trench and landed on the Chinese army's position, and some people were injured.

Zhang Hai had figured out that the devils facing them were mortar soldiers. Although bomb craters were blown up from time to time, he and Lu Wenen lay on the spot and did not move.

After the devils bombed several suspected targets on the positions of the Chinese defenders, a little devil sneaked out half of his head and held up a telescope to observe the effect of the bombing.

"You can hit."

Seeing that wretched devil observing his hands, Zhang Hai made a gesture to shoot to Lu Wenen who was lying not far away.

Lu Wenen nodded, put the devil's observation gloves with half of his head sticking out into the crosshairs, and after a few seconds of silence, he decisively pressed the trigger.

"boom!"

With a muffled gunshot, the devil who poked his head out halfway to observe the position suddenly had a bloody hole on his face, and fell back into the trench without a sound.

"withdraw!"

Zhang Hai was observing through the binoculars. He clearly saw that the devil had been shot. He turned his head and gave Lu Wenen a thumbs up, and then ordered to evacuate.

Lu Wenen and Zhang Hai quickly left the foxhole where they were, packed up their things and moved around.

Not long after they walked out, a shell landed exactly where they were just now, blasting out a crater that was emitting green smoke.

Text 430 Chapter [-] Countermeasures

"boom!"

A muffled gunshot rang out, and the head of a Japanese soldier who was passing through the gap in the trench burst like a watermelon, and the splashed blood stained the soil beside him red.

"Bagaya Road!"

The devil in a devil's machine gun nest tens of meters away immediately cursed, turned the gun and pulled the trigger in the direction of the Chinese position where the bullets were flying.

"Da da da……"

The howling bullets flew out with arrogance, and landed near the hiding place of the sniper from the Lieyan Special Forces Brigade, splashing mud.

In the past few days, the cold guns coming from the direction of the Chinese position have been shooting and killing the devil soldiers. Facing the cold guns that are present all the time, the devil soldiers are almost going crazy.

"Idiot, stop wasting bullets!"

Seeing the machine gunner shooting angrily, a devil Cao Chang couldn't help yelling.

The devil's chief Cao knew that the soldiers in the trenches were depressed and in a bad mood, because many of their comrades died of cold shots.

But the snipers on the opposite side were too cunning, changing places every time they fired a shot, and they were extremely good at lurking, always lurking near the position at night to camouflage, and hunting them during the day.

Now they can only hide in the trenches like turtles to avoid being shot.

The angry shooting of the Devil's machine gunner immediately attracted the attention of several nearby snipers from the Flame Special Forces Brigade. He quickly turned his gun and aimed at the crazy-faced Devil's machine gunner.

After the devil's machine gunner fired a round of bullets, the Sergeant Chief scolded him and prepared to return to the bunker again, but it was already too late.

"Puff puff!"

Three bullets hit the devil's machine gunner almost at the same time, blood mist filled the air, and the devil fell backwards uncontrollably.

"asshole!"

Seeing the machine gun fell to the ground, the devil's army chief Cao hurriedly ran over, and found that there were three bloody holes on the devil's body, and his expression sank immediately.

"me……"

The devil wanted to say something, but bloody foam kept coming out of his mouth, and soon his head was tilted and he was out of breath.

The ghost soldiers near the machine gun nest were all full of anger. They clenched their fists and looked at their comrades who were shot, wishing they could rush to the opposite side and tear them to pieces.

But they also understood that they might be shot by the opponent's sniper as soon as they emerged, and they felt aggrieved for the first time.

"Carry the corpse down." The devil's Sergeant Commander waved helplessly and ordered.

Soon, the devil machine gunner with Yu Wen and another unlucky guy were carried down. Sergeant Cao took out a cigarette and lit it, his vulture-like eyes were full of coldness.

"Sergeant Cao, the lieutenant let you go."

At this time, a ghost soldier rushed over and delivered the order.

The sergeant took two deep puffs of his cigarette, threw the remaining one on the ground and stamped it out with his feet, and then went straight to the command post.

"What happened to the gunshot just now?" Lieutenant Guizi asked.

Sergeant Cao stood up and replied sullenly: "The snipers of the Chongqing army are active again. We have lost an excellent machine gunner and a rifleman."

"The snipers of the Chongqing Army are too hateful!"

Hearing that another of his subordinates had been shot, the devil's lieutenant immediately slammed his fist on the wooden table, and he was also furious.

"We can no longer passively defend like this, we need to fight back! If this continues, the morale will be exhausted." The devil's sergeant commander suggested.

The devil's lieutenant frowned and said, "But we don't have professional sniper rifles, so it's hard to compete with them."