Anti-Japanese Black Wolf Special Forces

At the end of September 1937, the Qiaogou ambush began.

At the rear side of the position of the 115rd Battalion of the 685th Regiment of the th Division of the Eighth Route Army.

A group of militiamen as a reserve were rushing forward to support the Third Battalion.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a grenade from the Japanese fell into the middle of the team, blowing up several militiamen on the spot, and the blood instantly dyed the grass blood red.

"Handsome, handsome!"

The militia captain rushed over quickly, picked up a militia boy, and shook the boy's body with tears in his eyes.

The young man slowly opened his eyes. The grenade just now made him feel buzzing. No matter how the other party shouted, he could not hear any sound.

However, the other party's patched Eighth Route Army uniform was covered in dust and even mixed with a lot of blood. There was even a hot tear dripping down the corner of his mouth, making him unable to help but ask.

"Brother, who are you? ... Your director is really amazing, the costume is well made, the tears are not eye drops, it has a bit of the flavor of the Eighth Route Army fighting!"

"We are at war! It's over. You must have been made stupid by the bombs! Handsome, don't scare me! If you become a fool, how can I explain to my father when I get home?"

father?!

and many more!

The tears are real, the blood is real! The shockwave and shrapnel from the grenade explosion are real too...

Damn, this is...

Shuai Zi felt a sharp pain in his head and shook his head vigorously a few times.

Only then did he realize that he had traveled through time.

In his previous life, he was an ace sniper of a special operations brigade in Longguo. However, during an overseas mission, in order to cover the observer, he was hit by a 40mm bullet from the enemy. He did not expect that the shot would directly transfer his soul to the body of Yuan Shuai, a militia man with the same name during the Anti-Japanese War.

The militia captain in front of him was his brother Yuan Bin.

In his previous life, he was an orphan, without parents or brothers, except for brothers on the battlefield. Unfortunately, those brothers are no longer in this world.

The tear from his brother just now made him feel warm in his heart, and he trembled and choked with tears.

"Brother, I, I'm fine, I just have a headache!"

"Let me see!"

Yuan Bin said as he was about to examine him.

"It's okay!"

Yuan Shuai quickly pushed his hand away.

"I'm glad you're okay. I was so scared just now. You should rest here for a while! The third battalion has gone down to fight the Japanese. I'm going to lead the team to support them. You should protect yourself!"

Yuan Bin wiped his nose and tears, put a red tasseled spear on the ground in his hand, turned around and continued to run forward, while shouting loudly for the team to charge.

"Brother, wait for me!"

Yuan Shuai got up and wanted to chase after him, but he found that what he held in his hand was actually a red tasseled spear, and there was even a red cloth strip hanging on it.

Damn, is this my biological brother?

Go to the battlefield to kill the devils, you run with a rifle, and give me this! ? What a brother!

"Boom! Dadada..."

Suddenly, a grenade from a grenade launcher in front exploded, followed by bullets flying wildly, and a large number of militiamen who were charging with my brother were knocked down in an instant.

Even his brother fell to the ground.

"You son of a bitch, you dare to fire at my brother, I can't kill you!"

Yuan Shuai gritted his teeth and ran forward with the red tasseled spear in hand.

Although his brother in this life is not very righteous, he cannot be unrighteous!

"Get down, get down, don't stand up and run, the enemy's firepower is too strong!"

Yuan Bin in front did not die, but a shrapnel cut his clothes and skin near his chest. However, seeing that the Japanese firepower was too fierce, he had to lie on the ground and turned back to shout loudly.

When he saw his brother running towards him desperately, he became so anxious that he yelled at him.

"Xiaoshuai, get down, get down!"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Yuan Shuai had just laid down when a volley of grenades flew over his head. One bullet shaved a small mark on his head, and his scalp hurt so much that he gritted his teeth.

"You bastard, you dare to shave my head!"

Yuan Shuai didn't have time to feel the pain on his scalp. He just crawled forward while cursing.

Seeing a rifle next to the corpse on the ground in front of him, he pulled a wicked smile.

"With a gun in hand, the world is mine! Damn it, you are dead!"

He suddenly accelerated and rushed over with his back bent.

"Don't stand up and run. Get down. I'll let you..."

Yuan Bin just saw that Yuan Shuai was not dead, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. But now seeing that bastard Yuan Shuai stood up and ran away without knowing whether to live or die, he couldn't help but grit his teeth and roar in anger.

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Shuai rolled over, picked up the rifle on the ground, knelt on one knee, pulled the bolt, swung the muzzle and pulled the trigger.

In his previous life, he was the sniper champion in the national special forces competition, and he also won the sniper championship in the international competition.

The rifle is like his body, it shoots wherever he points it.

Within a range of two hundred meters, when shooting at moving targets, there is no need to aim at all, every shot will hit the head.

"Bah"

The bullet whizzed straight towards the grenadier.

The Japanese infantry artillery was less than 150 meters away from him.

If he can't hit the head, then his reputation as an ace sniper is in vain...

Unfortunately, the bullet did not blow up the Japanese grenadier's head, nor did it even hit the Japanese grenadier, but hit the grenade launcher directly.

Damn, it missed the target!

"when!"

The grenade launcher was knocked down and fell to the ground.

Before the grenade launcher had completely landed on the ground, the grenade that had just been loaded flew out and hit the back of a Japanese soldier.

"boom!"

The grenade exploded, and the ghost's butt and the Japanese soldier were blown into several pieces. The five Japanese soldiers around him, along with the grenadier and the ammunition handler, were blown to the ground. The dead were lying on the ground moving, and the living were lying on the ground, covering their bleeding wounds and wailing in pain.

"Nice fight!"

"Cricket, you look so handsome this time!"

"Captain, I didn't expect your brother to have such great marksmanship! Even better than yours! He killed so many Japanese with one shot! So amazing!"

"This is simply the sharpshooter of our militia brigade!"

The surrounding militiamen who were lying on the ground saw this scene and began to praise and urge them on excitedly.

Brother Yuan Bin, however, looked embarrassed and confused.

When did Xiaoshuai become such a great marksman?

I taught him how to shoot! I've never seen him so good before!

This kid is so lucky!

After the bombing, the Japanese soldiers shot at Yuan Shuai like crazy.

Fortunately, after Yuan Shuai fired the shot, he rolled over and hid behind a rock on the right.

Bullets created a trail of dust as he ran past.

"Damn, what a lousy gun! It missed the target!"

Yuan Shuai looked at the old slide in his hand and could only grit his teeth helplessly and continue pulling the bolt.

"The rifling is worn out? No wonder the shot missed!"

"Cricket, you are such a boaster. You killed so many Japanese with one shot and yet you still say you missed the target!"

"You are so lucky, kid!"

"Then let's try our luck again. The Japanese machine gunner is too fierce. We can't get close to him at all. Let's kill him quickly!"

"If you can kill the Japanese machine gunner again, we will never call you Cricket again. We will call you Marshal every day!"

The militiamen not far away heard Yuan Shuai's voice and urged him on, gritting their teeth.

They had only more than fifty militiamen, and more than a dozen of them were killed by the Japanese when they just charged. They wanted to rush up and kill the Japanese immediately to avenge their dead brothers.

But the Japs' firepower was too strong!

There was just a Type A squad of 62 Japanese soldiers here. After fighting for a while, they found that there were only about 50 militiamen here. The Japanese squad leader took his men to the front for support, leaving only two squads of Japanese soldiers here.

But this was the Japanese's Type A squad, which had an additional grenade group on top of the 13 people. A grenadier and an ammunition handler each carried eight grenade launchers, making a total of 15 people in the squad.

The two teams consisted of two grenade launchers and two Type 30 rifles, with a total of people.

The firepower of the Type 38 rifle, the Type 99 rifle and the grenade launcher was used to deal with more than 30 militiamen, making it impossible for these militiamen to continue charging, and they were even suppressed to the point where they could not raise their heads or stand up.

Although the militia had 10 old rifles and a dozen outdated muskets, their marksmanship was not good, and the barrels were worn out, so their hit rate was even lower. Therefore, they usually opened fire when they were about meters or even meters close to the Japanese to ensure the hit rate.

Because they were short of bullets.

Now, they saw that Yuan Shuai could hit the 150-meter target, and everyone placed their hopes on Yuan Shuai.