I shoot one at a time in the fight against Japan

Xiao Hei and the others were in extreme pain, and the enemy attacked them again with mortars.

And the team members around were bombed a lot.

But Xiao Hei was still helpless.

The enemy's artillery fire is too dense, and it is impossible to use firepower to suppress it.

If the enemy uses mortars to attack them for about half an hour, it is estimated that their defensive team will not be able to support them at all.

Xiao Hei felt heartbroken watching his teammates being hit by shrapnel and fell to the ground, but he was helpless.

Where is the captain?

Did the captain really fall under the bombardment of the enemy?

Captain, Captain, if you don't show up, we're really doomed.

Xiao Hei could only ask the sky for help, and hoped that the captain would appear like a magic soldier.

Boom boom boom!

Just as Xiao Hei was making a request to the sky, the little devil's shells fell on their position again and again.

Countless amounts of dirt splashed everywhere.

Countless shrapnel devoured everything around it.

One soldier after another was devoured by artillery fire.

Xiao Hei could do nothing but watch his teammates being killed by enemy shells one by one.

"Little devil, it was drafted by grandma." Xiao Hei could only curse loudly.

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Just as Xiao Hei was yelling, a shrapnel hit Xiao Hei's shoulder instantly.

Ok.

Xiao Hei grunted in pain.

The scalding blood flowed out, and the excruciating pain filled every nerve of Xiao Hei.

Nima's little devil.

If you have the ability to directly blow up Lao Tzu to death.

no way.

The little devil really couldn't kill Xiao Hei. Except for one shrapnel that concentrated on Xiao Hei, the other shrapnel seemed to have nothing to do with Xiao Hei, and they all flew away around him.

Facing the powerful artillery attack of the little devil, Xiao Heixin was desperate.

He has no way to save all this, and can only wait for death to come.

As a soldier, it is my greatest honor to die on the battlefield.

Let death come.

Let me, Xiao Hei, accompany the dead comrades in arms.

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At this time, Zhou Weihua poked out the black muzzle of the gun from the grass, and the scope began to aim at the enemy's head.

After locking the little devil's head with the scope, he pulled the trigger instantly.

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A bullet spurted out from the pitch-black muzzle, and fine sparks flew everywhere.

Bullets go through the air.

Instantly put into someone else's head.

The little devil was shot, fell to the ground and died.

There was no hope of a struggle at all.

Zhou Weihua's bullets hit the vitals with one hit, and he didn't give the little devil a chance to struggle.

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Another two bullets hit the little devil.

The two little devils fell to the ground and died.

Zhou Weihua frantically hunted down the little devil's mortar artillery, without any mercy.

"The sharpshooter shows up."

"The sharpshooter is at it again."

"Isn't the sharpshooter dead?"

The little devil soldier saw one teammate after another being shot by the enemy sharpshooter and died beside him. The scene was too terrifying, and his heart was full of fear.

The sickle of death is also on their necks.

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It was another bullet that reaped a little devil.

Seeing all this, Zuo Jiro felt even more headache, and immediately ordered the soldiers around him to fire at the sharpshooter's hidden position.

"Fire!" Zuo Jiro gave the order directly.

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Countless bullets shot towards Zhou Weihua's hidden position.

clap clap clap...

Bullets hit the ground or tree trunks one after another, splashing wood chips and dirt one after another.

The enemy wanted to reap Zhou Weihua's life, and just wanted to get rid of this huge scourge.

Zuo Jiro's idea is very beautiful, but the reality is always cruel.