Rise From Eight Hundred

Since it was a night operation, the Japanese artillery was obviously more relaxed than during the day.

Not only did they light bonfires between positions, they even used searchlights to illuminate the surrounding dark areas.

This behavior naturally prevented them from being attacked by small groups of Chinese troops, but it also exposed their figures to the lights.

A quarter of an hour later, the familiar figure appeared in Pang Zilong's sight.

Although the lights were dim and Pang Zilong could not see the face of the Japanese soldier at all, during the day, Pang Zilong had deliberately memorized his short and sturdy body features, which was also a skill that a sniper should have, and was part of Niu Er's special training for him.

In this subject, Pang Zilong received excellent evaluations. He could even find the one he had touched among a dozen eggs at 80 meters away.

The cross in the sight had already aligned with the head of the Japanese officer who was moving forward. As long as Pang Zilong pulled the trigger, the head of the Japanese officer would be like a watermelon that suddenly exploded.

The bullets carried by snipers like Pang Zilong are a type of bullet designed by Tang Tuanzu himself called "Black Claw". The reason why it is called "Black Claw" is that the bullet head is black. After hitting the target, the armor will evenly flip back into 6 petals, just like a bullet. The diameter of the bullet will eventually expand to about twice the caliber.

Once it hits the human body, the cavity formed is not much different from a 20mm machine gun shell. Not to mention hitting the vital parts, even if it is not the torso, it can cause the opponent to bleed to death.

It's just that this bullet is difficult to manufacture. At present, there are less than 10 people in the entire Four-Line Group who can be equipped with this bullet.

In fact, this is a variant of the dum bullet prohibited by the Geneva Convention. To some extent, this bullet is more sinister.

It's a pity that in the dictionary of Tang Dao, there is no so-called "international convention". When the Japanese invaders slaughtered the Chinese people, where was the international community? The two armies fought for the ultimate victory. Let alone dum-dum bullets, if Tang Dao had atomic bombs, he would definitely throw them at the Japanese mainland without hesitation. If one was not enough, then ten would be enough. If he could detonate the active volcano Mount Fuji, that would be the best.

Pang Zilong breathed calmly and did not shoot. He was waiting.

Waiting for the Japanese artillery to sound.

"Soga, tell all artillery squadrons to fire. Maybe it won't be long before we can leave here." Fujiwara Keito looked at the charred mountains in the distance and ordered in a relatively happy mood.

As the commander of the artillery regiment of the 3rd Division, Fujiwara Keito could have appointed his deputy commander or the commander of the 1st artillery battalion to come to Zishan, but as a noble with a family member holding an important position in the North China Front Command, Lieutenant Colonel Fujiwara Keito knew that Toyoshima Futaro's promotion to the commander of the 3rd Division was a foregone conclusion.

Fujita Susumu's appointment is a foregone conclusion. If he, who has just been promoted to the rank of lieutenant colonel and has not yet been promoted to colonel, does not hurry to hug the thigh of the future division commander, is it possible that he is still waiting for the person to really become the division commander? There will probably be too many people to line up.

Therefore, Fujiwara Keito, who is very cunning, took the initiative to lead his four artillery squadrons to Zishan, even if Lieutenant General Fujita Susumu was unhappy, he didn't care.

Sure enough, after arriving at the Zishan battlefield, the 1st Division was constantly beaten by the Chinese, but the 3rd Division, under the command of Major General Toyoshima Fusataro, did not make any progress in the war, but the losses were not great, especially his artillery, which did not lose a single gun. Compared with the losses of the 1st Division's artillery regiment, it was simply a miracle.

Now, Toyoshima Fusataro's military order has been issued, using the night to bombard the Chinese artillery positions, which is also a recognition of him as the artillery regiment commander. It seems that the thigh is basically hugged, how can Fujiwara Keito not be happy?

The Japanese Army Lieutenant Colonel naturally didn't know that he had been targeted by the Chinese sniper in the dark. Giving the order to fire was his death knell, and it was also the last order in his life.

No matter how tightly he hugged his thighs, without this life, everything was nothing. If there was an afterlife, Fujiwara Keito would definitely make a different choice.

Although Pang Zilong didn't know what the target in the scope was laughing at, it didn't prevent him from pulling the trigger when he heard the "boom" of the cannon.

"Bang!" The crisp gunshots of the Czech semi-automatic rifles were like birdsong in the rumbling of the cannon, and were completely drowned out.

In the eyes of the guards around Lieutenant Colonel Fujiwara Keito, it seemed that a flower had bloomed on the head of the Lieutenant Colonel, a bloody flower.

The moment the 'Black Claw' touched the hard skull of the Japanese Army Lieutenant Colonel, the bullet deformed and cracked. The suddenly enlarged force surface turned into an irregular metal block due to the huge kinetic energy, completely destroying half of Fujiwara Keito's head. From a distance, it looked like a gorgeous flower, with white spots in the bright red, very beautiful.

Only the Japanese soldiers who were close to him knew the horror of the commander standing upright even though his head was suddenly blown to pieces.

A Japanese staff officer who was too close and had his mouth full of brains stood there for a few seconds before he realized what was in his mouth and vomited on the spot, not even trying to save his commander in time.

"Enemy attack." The Japanese officers who followed Fujiwara Keiji to the battlefield were in a mess.

Several Japanese officers rushed to the commander in time, who was standing upright even though only half of his head was left. This was also a characteristic of the Japanese army. Even if the commander was dead, they had to protect the commander's body from being taken away.

After firing, Pang Zilong did not withdraw, but swung the muzzle slightly. The Japanese were still several hundred meters away and could not notice the faint blue smoke here. The sound of the gun was also covered by the sound of the cannon. He had at least three chances to fire.

The sound of the cannon was like thunder in the sky. The Japanese artillerymen who were firing hard under orders would not know that just ten seconds ago, their regiment commander had died.

Pang Zilong fired the second shot firmly after 3 seconds. A Japanese major stumbled and fell to the ground, lying face to face with the corpse of the regiment commander he was supporting.

The Japanese major was lucky that his life had left him before he was extremely nauseous. Otherwise, a large amount of vomit would have been in the mutilated mouth of Colonel Nakasei, which would have been too ugly.

Pang Zilong fired four shots, and the four bloody corpses awakened an infantry squad in charge of the alert. Although there was no gunshot or muzzle flame, the position where the officers were shot was enough for these veterans to find the direction of the sniper.

Fifty Japanese infantrymen rushed frantically towards the hiding direction of Pang Zilong and his men.

"Sir, we should go." Pang Zilong put away his gun, leaned on a stone, slightly stretched his muscles and bones, and said lightly.

It was nearly a mile away. When the Japanese army arrived here, they had already run away. In the dark sky, who could catch these two well-trained scouts.

"Hehe, don't worry, you are happy, I haven't opened yet, I have to scare them to death, otherwise, it will be troublesome to chase them all the time." Heizi grinned.

He took out the MG42 machine gun tied with dead leaves that had been pressed under him, carefully set up the bipod, slowly put on the bullets in the huge backpack buried in the soil, and then squinted his eyes to aim at the Japanese squad that had already rushed 400 meters away and searched in a scattered line.

Pang Zilong grinned, but he bent over and lurked behind a protruding rock more than 30 meters away from Lieutenant Heizi, and remounted the gun on his back.

Heizi's strength was also fortunate enough to witness it in a battle on the southern Hebei Plain.

The MG42 machine gun with a large recoil on the bipod was like a toothpick in his hand. With just one machine gun, he suppressed more than 100 Japanese soldiers and a puppet army of an infantry company and prevented them from advancing quickly. After covering the transfer of the people of a village, he calmly killed more than dozens of Japanese and puppet soldiers and then quickly retreated.

At that time, the Chinese side, including Pang Zilong, had only 8 people in total, but they fought with the Japanese and puppet troops with a total strength of more than 300 for nearly an hour and killed more than 70 enemy soldiers.

Even though Pang Zilong killed no less than 15 Japanese soldiers in that battle, which fully proved that his special merit was not a flash in the pan, but everyone knew that Lieutenant Heizi and the machine gun in his hand were the key.

When it comes to killing, no one can compare with this man who can be called a mobile arsenal.

"Da Da Da" The power of Hitler's chainsaw is simply beyond human control, and the Japanese team bent on revenge was caught off guard.

Even if they had imagination, they could not imagine that the Chinese would move a machine gun to the front of their position and shoot at them.

Heizi fired all 250 rounds of ammunition in one breath, and the result was that at least 15 Japanese soldiers fell in their own positions, and there were even several cannons roaring around them.

The Japanese troops who were searching were all scared. They lay on the ground and took out the Type 96 sub-machine guns to shoot at the terrifying enemy in the dark. Several grenade throwers also began to aim at this place and fire grenades.

Pang Zilong found an opportunity and fired two shots in a row, knocking down two black shadows who were kneeling on the ground and measuring the distance.

Heizi, who had already lost his temper, simply put on another belt and fired wildly at an artillery squad that was still a little overwhelmed more than 400 meters away. The Japanese artillery was hit by the rain of bullets and more than 20 artillerymen fell in a pool of blood.

Heizi had long been dissatisfied with this group of Japanese artillerymen. The damned ones were even trying to be clever and hiding underground. Now you have no time to hide! If the shells can't knock you down, I will greet you with bullets.

How can I say this? It was somewhat unethical. A sniper and a fire supporter actually swaggered to a position with 380 infantrymen, 400 artillerymen and 8 75mm mountain guns to fight. The key point was that they successfully killed their boss and a group of brothers.

Who would not be furious?

The Japanese artillerymen who reacted were so angry that they screamed and quickly turned the muzzle and began to shake the handle on the artillery. They were going to use the cannon to fight back. Even if the cannon was hitting a mosquito, they vowed to kill the Chinese in the dark.

"Go!" Lieutenant Heizi picked up the machine gun, carried the backpack, turned around and ran.

He looked so embarrassed that he could not see that he was just shooting arrogantly. He looked like he would kill anyone who dared to come. Pang Zilong was a little stunned.

"If you don't run away, your second-class military merit will definitely become a first-class military merit." Lieutenant Heizi's voice came from the darkness in the distance.

That is, if he survived, the military merit for killing the Japanese commander would be at least a second-class merit, but if he died, the possibility of the second-class merit becoming a first-class merit was very high. Pang Zilong was not stupid either. He rolled on the grass with his gun in hand, dodged the bullets shot by the Japanese blind bastard, and turned around and ran.

That speed would definitely not be much slower than Heizi.

Two minutes later, the four Japanese artillery guns that finally adjusted their gun range fired. Four shells in one round not only covered the foot of the mountain where the two men were originally staying, but also fired dozens of shells from behind and extended to the surrounding area, covering the soil and ground. The grass exploded into a mess.

The nearest cannonball to the two of them landed less than 50 meters away from two elite soldiers of the Four Lines Regiment who were running wildly in the dark.

The little face of an elite sniper who turned over and hid behind a rock was pale in the moonlight. It was not because he was afraid, but because he was completely tired.

In 2 minutes, he ran nearly 450 meters in the dark with a weight of nearly 16 kilograms, which greatly exceeded his usual training results.

"Look, who said your baby's physical strength and speed are weak? Isn't this awesome!" Lieutenant Heizi, who was also leaning on the rock, gently joked about his little friend.

"Sir, don't say you did this on purpose. I really want to thank you. I thank you for not playing tricks on me like this in the future. I really feel like I'm going to vomit blood." Pang Zilong replied with a wry smile.

But Heizi smiled slightly, his eyes full of contentment.

Pang Zilong's shooting talent has already caught up with his good brother Niu Er, and his observation ability on the battlefield is even better than that of many veterans. According to Tang Tuanzuo, he is already one of the best snipers of this era.

But he also had shortcomings. He was not physically strong enough and fast enough, so he was barely ranked in the middle of the entire reconnaissance company.

But Heizi didn't believe in this evil. No, he finally got a golden opportunity.

Heizi has always believed what Tang Tuanzuo said. An elite warrior's self-breakthrough is never on the training ground, but on the battlefield, in an extremely dangerous environment, in order to squeeze out his potential. Only on the upper line of life and death can he squeeze out his potential. Only by walking through it can you understand life and death.

Pang Zilong has always been too smooth. After showing his prominence in the First World War, he had the most powerful warrior in the world as his teacher, the most accurate sharpshooter on the North China battlefield as his instructor, and the reconnaissance company, the best team on the North China battlefield, as his instructor. Comrades.

Even if the 8-man team encountered hundreds of enemy troops that day, he, a super fire support man, was still in charge. He had no chance to feel what Tang Tuanzuo said.

But this time, with some deliberate arrangements by Lieutenant Heizi, the fierce Japanese artillery fire really squeezed out the potential of this young sniper. The speed at which he just ran wildly in the wilderness at night was absolutely huge. Beyond his usual level.

Pang Zilong, who has broken through himself, will become the second sharp military thorn in the hands of the regimental commander. Heizi can also be regarded as one of his mentors on the road to growth, so naturally he is somewhat proud of it.

However, to say that his deliberate use of machine gun fire to attract Japanese artillery fire was just to squeeze Pang Zilong's potential, that is not necessarily the case.

Heizi wanted to use the Japanese army's own artillery fire to delay the pursuit of the Japanese infantry. During the day, he had already observed that the Japanese army had military dogs. Although they were not afraid, they were being chased from behind by dozens of Japanese soldiers. He did not want to delay them. On to the next mission?

Now, the angry Japanese artillery fired a wave of artillery fire at the position where they were originally lurking. All traces and smells left behind disappeared. Even if the Japanese infantry tried to pursue them again, they completely lost their target.

"Take a rest for 3 minutes. Let's go to target No. 3!" Heizi said softly and stopped talking.

The two most elite soldiers of the Four Lines Regiment, trying their best to calm down their lungs that were on fire from running so fast, set their sights eight miles away in the darkness.

Just a Japanese lieutenant colonel cannot satisfy them!

The 3rd Division, which was already stunned, did not expect that the huge blow they thought was just a small dessert before a big meal!