I really came here to fight against Japan

Chapter 262: Kobayashi Masahima was killed by a helmet buckle

Unlike Li Shuxian's view of men, Zejiu has different ideas.

This method of beating the Japanese is really eye-opening.

It’s the same for others: when God opens a door for you, he will definitely close a window for you.

But Zejiu's current situation is: God has opened a door for him and also opened a skylight for him.

From then on, the three-member ghost-killing team, represented by Li Da, Chen Er, Zhang San and Li Si, formed the third group.

The Japanese invaders in eastern Shanxi were so defeated that they did not dare to go out on raids for a long time.

It is said that they are disabled Japanese soldiers who retired from eastern Shanxi.

On the ship returning to mainland Japan, he kept saying, "I will never come to China again in my life."

There was no other way. In order not to affect the morale of the local people, the captain ordered all the wounded Japanese soldiers to be sunk into the sea.

Finally, some of the soldiers' ashes were taken out from other jars.

They were all transferred into some empty cans, which were regarded as the heads of the wounded Japanese soldiers who died in vain.

As soon as Kobayashi Masahima started fighting with his opponent, he noticed something was wrong.

There were not many people shooting on the opposite side, but they were less than three hundred meters away from them.

This distance is a bit awkward. The submachine gun in my hand can only shoot within a range of 200 meters.

What the other side used was not an old-style rifle or a Hanyang-made rifle.

It is an advanced semi-automatic rifle with great advantages in range, capable of firing at a distance of about 400 meters.

They fired back at the machine guns, but didn't even touch a hair on the opponent's face.

The opponent's shooting skills were very tricky and they specifically targeted the special forces members on their side.

Kobayashi Masahima saw through the other party's intention when the other party fired the first shot.

They wanted to kill all the members of Yamamoto's special forces first, and then deal with the ordinary Japanese soldiers.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and fell to the ground.

The helmet on his head was blown off by the opponent's bullet.

The helmet temporarily saved his life, but it could not block the shock wave of the bullet.

The helmet flew up and the helmet strap was broken.

A flying belt buckle hit Kobayashi's Adam's apple hard.

At this moment, Xiaolin was very clearly aware that his Adam's apple had been broken.

He stared with his bulging eyes and his breathing was not smooth, which made him hallucinate.

Think about the time in Germany, because their German classmates did not fasten the buttons of their helmets.

They also secretly laughed at their German classmates for their lack of discipline.

It turns out that the helmets really cannot be buttoned up tightly. Their German instructors never taught them that.

Kobayashi Masahima and his special forces members died peacefully. It only took two rounds of shooting and three seconds.

The Japanese squad leader who came out to support immediately knew that something was wrong.

He had seen the combat effectiveness of these Japanese special forces.

A special forces member from Xiaolin's squad can even defeat a squad of soldiers from their squad with zero casualties.

But today, the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side wiped them all out within five seconds.

The team leader knew that their team was in great danger today.

"Grenade, throw the grenade quickly."

Under the order of the Japanese squad leader, dozens of grenades were thrown out.

The Japanese squad leader thought bitterly, damn these imperial-made grenades.

Why does it have a, four to six second delay.

In just six seconds, the opposing team fired three more shots.

When the smoke from the grenade explosion rose, the Japanese soldiers immediately turned around and ran.

At this time, the Japanese squad leader was almost crying because the opposite side had just fired three shots.

As a result, more than forty people in his full-strength squad were killed.

Although his mind worked quickly, he still forgot one thing.

It is winter now, and the biting cold wind in Shanxi quickly blows away the smoke from the Japanese grenade explosions.

"Bang", a burst of neat gunshots was heard.

A dozen Japanese soldiers exposed in the wilderness were all shot in the back of the head and were dead beyond description.

The Japanese squadron leader on the courtyard wall was almost going crazy.

Where do these Chinese soldiers outside come from? You can tell at a glance that they are not from ordinary troops.

The one who can gather so many sharpshooters must be the elite among the elite of the Central Army.

You say you are all so powerful, why don't you go to Taiyuan to fight Shinozuka Yoshio? What's the point of coming to me to show off your power?

It can't be that we captured the son of some big boss and took him to a prisoner-of-war camp?

You should have told me earlier. If it doesn’t work, I could have just let him go.

Just as he was daydreaming, he saw more than a hundred people running out of the woods in the distance.

They were wearing uniforms similar to those of Yamamoto's Special Forces, and quite a few of them were wearing the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army.

The Japanese squadron leader realized that this powerful force must be the Eighth Route Army.

"Kill the chicken and give it to me!"

The Japanese squadron leader immediately gave orders to the heavy machine gunners on the courtyard wall to begin blocking the shooting.

“Da da…Puff…”

The three heavy machine guns placed on the courtyard wall didn't even finish a short burst of fire.

The rifle bullets of the Eighth Route Army on the opposite side shot in through the firing holes in the fortifications.

Seeing the machine gunner being shot in the middle of the forehead, the squadron leader had no time to be afraid.

If the Eighth Route Army were to attack them, none of them would be alive today.

"The secondary shooter is on top, hayaku hayaku."

The assistant gunner of the Japanese heavy machine gun rushed forward without fear.

His hand had just touched the firing button of the machine gun, and there was another "puff" sound, and the assistant machine gunner was also dead.

"Nani"?

The Japanese squadron leader was also confused at this time. These Eighth Route Army soldiers were so powerful. Did they predict the movement of the deputy shooter?

"Ammunition man, please replenish it quickly."

"Puff", the Japanese ammunition handler also fell down.

"Bagaya, the Chinese are so cunning!"

This time, the Japanese squadron leader finally understood what was going on.

Because of the sunlight, there was a bright glow from the muzzles of their machine guns.

Every time someone fills a position, as long as the shooting hole becomes black, the Eighth Route Army shooter on the opposite side will know that there is someone behind the machine gun.

That's why the other side was able to kill nine of their shooters in such a short time.

There was a fear that this battle could not be fought, so he could only turn back and ask his men to set up the mortars and Type 92 infantry guns in preparation for bombarding the attacking Eighth Route Army.

The Japanese squadron leader also realized that these Eighth Route Army soldiers who attacked the POW camp were the elite among the elite.

But after all, the Eighth Route Army had fewer people, and even if they were beaten and dared not show their heads, they could not attack.

We have trenches and a suspension bridge on our side. Once the suspension bridge is raised, no one can get across.

It would be easier if these Eighth Route Army soldiers dared to go into the trenches.

They just needed to hide on the courtyard wall and throw grenades and fire grenade launchers into the ditch.

On the Eighth Route Army side, don’t even think about having anyone climb out of the trench.

At this time, with the support of the Japanese army, Yamamoto Ikki's stretcher was finally carried into the prisoner-of-war camp.

With a "creaking" sound, the suspension bridge outside the POW camp was finally raised.

The Japanese squadron leader ran into the doorway to greet the dozen or so Japanese soldiers who had escaped with Yamamoto.

The squadron leader said calmly, "Don't worry, everyone. As soon as the suspension bridge falls, we will be safe."

At the Eighth Route Army's new sniper position, Zejiu looked at the suspension bridge opposite, which had already risen.

He smacked his lips and thought to himself: The Japanese devils' hands are pretty quick.

It only takes a short time for them to raise the suspension bridge. How am I going to attack later?