"Mother……"

Tsaruko Tsaruko found his cover, which was a brown stone with some thorns covered with. He leaned his body against the stone and held the gun in his arms. Sakuragi saw the photo of him sticking it on the butt.

In the photo, a little boy snuggled up to a young mother. It was a photo of him and his mother when he was a child.

At the beginning, Sakuragi Tsuri didn't understand why he had to go so far to fight, and did not understand why the veterans massacred the unarmed people, and even let them, such new recruits practice assassination with ordinary people.

"Our country lacks resources, and can only develop through robbing foreign wars! This is not invasion, it is loyalty to the emperor underground. These are the treatment our superior nations enjoys should have. These are just lowly inferior nations and are not worthy of sympathy!" These are the words of the veterans.

"Child, you must remember: for the sake of the Emperor underground, you must fight bravely and move forward bravely until you die on the battlefield!" This is what my mother said when she left home.

What he didn't understand even more was why those veterans would do such cruel things to young mothers holding their children. The small children who should have enjoyed happiness were thrown into the fire, into boiling water, or directly with bayonets...

And these are done with the mothers' faces.

When the mothers saw the desperate eyes of their mothers and heard their grief crying, the veterans would laugh and surrounded the young mothers and do more beastly things.

Until one day, after he was pushed down by veterans on those women and vented his desires, he finally understood. Yes, this is what we should enjoy.

Hiding behind the stone, Sakuragi Tsaruhiro looked at his mother's photo for three seconds before he reluctantly left his eyes.

Holding a gun and looking at his comrades who were shooting or moving forward in various movements, Sakuragi showed a contemptuous smile. On the battlefield, the sharpshooter is the real king.

Putting the muzzle on the stone, Sakuragi poked out half of his head and searched for the shooting hole at the edge of the trench in front. Sakuragi squinted his eyes by the sunlight on his face.

"Baga, damn sunshine!" Sakuragi cursed inwardly, and swept his eyes to the north position. He was about 600 meters away from the north position. If he was stabilized, he would still have results.

Finding the firelight that was deleted by the gunfire, Sakuragi identified the target. He picked up the gun, looked at the scope, and began to aim.

"Dong..." Something seemed to hit the head, and Sakuragi suddenly felt dizzy. In front of her, there seemed to be a liquid mixed with white and red flowing down...

"It's another result! These Japanese snipers are stupid enough. They don't know that the sniper lenses will reflect when facing the sunlight? You don't have to look for them!" It was no one else who killed Sakuragi, but it was Sun Xiaobao, the sniper platoon leader.

The distance of more than 600 meters is simply too easy for Sun Xiaobao, who is holding the Horse Four Ring Sniper Ring.

Pushing a bullet onto the load, Sun Xiaobao continued to look for the target in the distance, and his observer was also helping to use a telescope to find the Japanese sniper. As for the accurate archer Song Lai in the same group, he had already accurately sniped the Japanese nearby with the accurate archer rifle.

The Japanese grenade launchers, squadron leaders, squadron leaders, and Japanese soldiers carrying flags have already made him steal the dead souls.

Master Meng once said: "The weather is not as good as the place, and the place is not as good as the people. The city of three miles, and the country of seven miles..."

The current situation is that although there are many Japanese people, they do not occupy the right time, and do not occupy the right place and take advantage of people and people.

Master Meng also said: "If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools."

The current situation is that the Japanese's weapons are not as advanced as those of the security team...

"Jiujiujiu...boombo..." The grenade launchers of the security regiment were finally able to let go and fight. Any time more than three Japanese gathered and were discovered by them, they would give them a 50mm grenade without saying a word.

Anyway, these grenades were seized from the battlefield after they came here, which was enough for them to spend some time.

"Everyone pay attention to side firepower, don't sway your head in the shooting hole! Remember, turn around and pull the bolt, raise the gun and shoot, and then withdraw after the shooting!"

"Ba...bha..." On the position, the chief and deputy squad leader of the battalion holding submachine guns simply guided his soldiers on the spot to fight because the submachine guns were not fired enough.

The Japanese did not have direct artillery fire and did not dare to pull heavy machine guns to the battlefield. The survival rate of soldiers hiding in the trenches was greatly improved, so they could shoot with peace of mind.

Of course, a high survival rate does not mean that no one is dead. After all, the Japanese have an advantage in the number of people, and the new recruits' shooting skills are better than those of the new recruits in the security regiment.

Time was slipping away little by little, and the sun was setting west little by little. Hu Yizhou stood on the rocks outside the command center and watched.

Watching the stretcher team carrying soldiers who were seriously injured or killed in battle walking past the road at the foot of the mountain, Hu Yizhou silently calculated the number of casualties, raised his wrist and looked at the time, preparing to send the third battalion to the point.

Since the war has been fought, the first battalion has suffered more than half of the damage. Including the minor wounded, less than 400 people can fight. If it weren't for the sniper platoon, artillery company and all the grenade launchers who were holding on, the first battalion would have been defeated.

Fortunately, perhaps because of the deterrence of the supervision team, or the driving and education of the squad leader of the company, the first battalion is still stuck on the position.

Hu Yizhou believed that after this battle, the remaining soldiers of the first battalion should be considered elite infantry. Although the battle ahead was a bit cruel, after experiencing such cruel battles, the soldiers should be reborn.

Just as Hu Yizhou was calculating the number of casualties, a communication soldier ran to Shigetomi Numata and saluted.

"Brig Commander, the division commander called us to ask how we were going? Also, the 16th Division reported that in the morning, the Kato Brigade of the 16th Division encountered the mysterious enemy's army in Fangji, north, and the Kato Brigade lost three squadrons."

"Haga..." Numata slowly spit out a swearing word and looked at the battlefield ahead.

"I'll call the division commander and tell the division commander that I will arrive at Suxianshi before 12 o'clock tonight and form a pincer attack on the mall with the 16th Division!"

"Hayi!" The correspondent left.

"It seems...this is the only way..." Numada looked at the sun in the west and made a decision.

"Have you sent a telegram from the 71st Army yet?" Hu Yizhou asked his correspondents.
Chapter completed!