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Chapter 438 Chapter 437, All is lost
At the foot of the mountain, Captain Huang was running with a wounded soldier on his back, his chest rising and falling violently, as if he had used up all his strength...

Behind Captain Huang, several flatbed carts loaded with sandbags and wooden boxes were pushed by soldiers, creaking and moving very slowly. The soldiers pushing the carts had veins on their foreheads, hunched over, holding the shafts tightly with both hands, gasping with their mouths wide open, and their cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles stomping hard on the gravel and dirt road.

On the side of the flatbed truck closer to the cliff, the soldiers either carried the wounded on stretchers, on their shoulders, or supported them, trying their best to hide their bodies behind the cover of the flatbed truck.

Behind the flatbed carts, there were more flatbed carts, but on them were no longer sandbags and wooden boxes, but wounded soldiers who could not move. The soldiers pushing the carts also used up all their strength and moved forward as fast as possible towards the narrow gap.

On the mountain, three grenades from the grenade launcher had already flown out, and after flying 900 meters in the air, they landed on the ridge where the Japanese were located without any accuracy, and then exploded. Thick smoke with the smell of chili began to drift on the ridge with the mountain wind, but it could not cause any effect on the Japanese artillery.

"Yo, get the artillery into position and fire immediately! Don't worry about the target, just fire at those Eighth Route Army soldiers at the foot of the mountain!" Captain Yamazaki saw the quickly evacuating team and gave the order decisively.

At this time, on the cliff, Tianchuan was holding a Ma Sihuan sniper rifle in his hand. With Wang Wu's reminder, he finally found Captain Yamazaki who was still holding a telescope.

"Target, 985 meters, wind speed 3 meters per second, height..." Tianchuan calculated the trajectory rapidly in his mind, and searched deep in his memory for the feeling when he was training at the 1000-meter fixed target.

"The distance is quite far. It will take a little more than a second for the bullet to fly over, so there needs to be a lead time... Fortunately, this Japanese officer seems to be observing the situation, and he happens to be a fixed target... and at this distance, when the bullet flies over, the trajectory will be curved..." Tianchuan also knew that time was urgent, because he just saw the Japanese artillery adjusting the direction of the muzzle, and he had to make a decision.

So, at the last moment, he slightly adjusted the height of the muzzle, raised the crosshairs of the sniper scope a little, and even made a little wind deviation...

Snap... He pulled the trigger decisively, and Tianchuan raised his hand to pull the bolt without hesitation, and then aimed the sniper scope at the position where he had just shot. Tianchuan's movements were so fast that when he aimed at Yamazaki again, the bullet had not yet flown to the position. Therefore, Tianchuan fired the second shot without hesitation, but this time he aimed at Yamazaki's lower abdomen.

Tianchuan's meaning was very simple. Because he was more than ten meters taller than the Japanese officer, if the first shot hit the target, the Japanese officer would definitely fall down, and the second shot would be in the right position to hit him again. If the first shot didn't hit? That didn't matter. The second shot would hit the Japanese officer's stomach.

After firing two shots, Tianchuan continued to raise his hand to pull the bolt to load the bullet, while Wang Wu next to him was holding a telescope, staring at Yamazaki's position. He was actually also a sniper, with a Ma Sihuan sniper rifle at hand, but he knew that this distance was not the time for him to perform, so he decisively became an observer.

As he was observing through the telescope, Captain Yamazaki's hat suddenly flew up, and then Yamazaki raised his head in confusion and reached out to touch his head. When he withdrew his hand, he looked down and saw that there seemed to be a lot of blood on his gloves. At this time, Yamazaki suddenly stretched out his hands to cover his crotch, and the whole person hunched over like a shrimp and fell to the ground.

"Captain, both shots hit the target, but the first shot just missed the target, and the second shot... nothing happened!" Wang Wu promptly informed Tian Chuan of the shooting situation. "Didn't you kill the target?" This thought flashed through Tian Chuan's mind, and then he heard the whistling sound of the mountain artillery shells.

Chirp... Boom... Two shells exploded at the foot of the mountain, overturning a flatbed truck loaded with sandbags and wooden boxes, and also overturning seven or eight wounded soldiers...

"Run!" Countless people on the top of the mountain and in the narrow gap in the sky were shouting loudly to cheer up their comrades, but they could not go out to rescue them. Going out at this time would basically be meaningless except for increasing the number of casualties caused by the Japanese artillery shells.

"Where are the grenade launchers? Keep bombing, keep bombing. Even if you can't hit the Japs, you have to block their sight!" Tianchuan's voice was a little hoarse. At this moment, he would rather the Japs bombed their location than see his comrades who had no power to fight back being taken away by artillery fire.

"They've been bombing all the time!" Taoist Haineng's voice was filled with urgency, helplessness, and anxiety: "When can the captain make some light mortars with a range of more than 1000 meters? If I had such a cannon at this moment, I would definitely save those Japanese artillerymen! Captain, when we get back, please apply for a mortar group for us!"

"I will apply for the mortar! Everyone... raise the gun barrel and shoot at the position where the Japanese artillery is! The height requirement is to be more than three times the height of the Japanese..." At this time, Tianchuan gave the order.

"Fight, just like that! The captain told us about the Battle of the Somme. Even if we are blind, we have to scare the devils!" After hearing Tianchuan's order, all the special forces raised their guns and pulled the trigger at the location of the devil's artillery. For a moment, gunfire rang out from the top of the thin sky, and countless bullets whizzed towards the devil's artillery position.

Of course, the bullet flew over, and the chance of hitting the target was just a blind cat catching a dead mouse! But it was better than just watching! And doing so would have a high chance of attracting the attention of the Japanese artillery, and then attracting the artillery fire. At this time, the thoughts of the special forces members were similar to Tianchuan, and they would rather be bombed than want their comrades to be hurt.

Amidst the numerous gunshots, Tian Chuan and Wang Wu raised their guns, pointed them at the Japanese artillery position, aimed at the two artillery commanders, and pulled the trigger.

This is the difference between the Ma Sihuan and other guns. At this distance, the Ma Sihuan itself is still accurate, but semi-automatic and assault rifles are not. Therefore, the other team members are just guessing, and the chances of them hitting the target are very high! Captain Yamazaki, who lost everything, can prove this.

"Baga... Cliff, there are Eighth Route Army soldiers shooting on the top of the cliff, and the artillery team, bomb, bomb that side..." Well, Captain Yamazaki, who was left with nothing, endured the piercing pain and issued a new order to avenge what he had lost.

(End of this chapter)