Chapter 65: Yang Lin's solicitation, the monk refuses
Yang Lin had long anticipated Watanabe Shun's cleverness.
He turned to Ma Gan who was standing beside him and said, "Ma Gan, you lead the company to launch a fake charge immediately. Once the enemy opens fire, stop advancing and find the nearest bunker to hide."
"And as long as the enemy ceases firing, you continue to charge, and repeat this process over and over again!"
"I will provide you with fire support from behind and snipe the Japanese special agents!"
"yes!"
Ma Gan nodded in understanding, and immediately led a platoon of soldiers to launch a leaping charge using the surrounding cover.
really!
Seeing this, the Japanese agents on the wall immediately popped their heads out and opened fire to block the attack.
It's now!
Yang Lin pulled the trigger decisively.
“Bang!”
Although the Japanese agent on the opposite side was very careful and hid behind the bunker with only half of his head exposed, he was still easily killed by Yang Lin.
The bullet seemed to have eyes as it shot into the center of the Japanese agent's brow, and then, with a stream of strange blood, it popped out from the back of his head.
Before the other Japanese agents could notice anything was wrong, Yang Lin decisively pulled the trigger for the second and third time...
"Ding! System prompt, congratulations to the host, you have killed 1 enemy special agent, merit value +100, experience value +100."
"Ding! System prompt, congratulations to the host, kill..."
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After five special agents were killed in succession, Watanabe Shun finally discovered something unusual.
"Baga! Oh no, the enemy has a sharpshooter!"
Yamamoto's special forces team does not have snipers, but that does not mean their shooting skills are bad .
In fact, almost every special agent’s shooting skills are very accurate, and they can hit the target within 200 meters.
Watanabe Shun is certainly no exception.
He was not frightened by Yang Lin's accurate shooting skills, but instead it aroused his competitive spirit.
Immediately, the Japanese soldier picked up a Type 38 rifle and began to look for Yang Lin's location.
"Puff puff……"
Three more special agents were shot one after another, and Watanabe Shun's heart was bleeding.
You have to know that these special agents are the elite among the elite, and it takes a lot of time and money to train a qualified member.
However, at this moment, Watanabe Shunya finally locked Yang Lin's position through the trajectory.
"You damned Chinese, go to hell!"
Watanabe Shun cursed angrily and immediately pulled the trigger.
"Snapped!"
A bullet suddenly flew out of the chamber at high speed.
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Behind a rock 200 meters away.
Yang Lin was just about to snipe the next target when suddenly he felt an inexplicable breath of death coming towards him.
Without giving it any time to think, Yang Lin subconsciously lowered his head.
Almost as soon as he lowered his head, a bullet flew towards him and grazed his scalp.
Yang Lin subconsciously touched his head. There was a cut on the military cap on his head, and there was a slight burning sensation.
"I was careless. I didn't expect there was a sniper in Yamamoto's special forces!"
Yang Lin secretly said that this was a close call.
The duel between snipers is extremely dangerous. In addition to the competition of marksmanship, it is also a contest of mentality and concentration.
If anyone loses patience first and fires first, exposing his target, he will definitely lose the duel.
Because an excellent sniper can lock the opponent's approximate position through the trajectory of the ballistic missile in a flash, and shoot and kill the opponent before he has time to react.
Yang Lin knew that he had been locked onto by the other party. As long as he dared to show his head, the other party would pull the trigger without hesitation and blow his head off.
The first thing to do now is to determine the opponent's position. Soon, Yang Lin thought of a solution.
He took off his military cap, pointed his pistol at it, and slowly stepped out from behind the rock.
"Snapped!"
Sure enough, almost as the military cap was stretched out, a bullet shot towards it and pierced through it.
The advantages of bolt-action rifles are high accuracy, long range and great power.
The disadvantage is that the firing rate is slow. After each shot, you need to pull the bolt to eject the cartridge, then push the bullet into the chamber and pull the trigger again.
Taking into account the time for aiming, even the most skilled sniper would need two or three seconds to fire two shots in succession.
And these two or three seconds were enough for Yang Lin.
He raised his head abruptly, bent his left hand in front of his chest in an inverted triangle shape, raised the gun with his right hand and placed it on his elbow, then he pulled the trigger coldly and ruthlessly.
“Bang!”
Watanabe Shun never dreamed that his seemingly fatal shot actually hit Yang Lin's military cap. By the time he reacted and wanted to dodge or shoot again, it was too late. He could only stare with wide eyes and watch the bullet fly towards him...
"Ding! System prompt: Congratulations to the host, you have killed an enemy agent captain, merit points +500, experience points +500."
Without the threat of Watanabe Shun, Yang Lin could fire without any scruples.
Soon, the remaining Japanese soldiers were suppressed by Yang Lin and the powerful firepower of the independent battalion and could not even raise their heads.
Some Japanese agents tried to fight back, but as soon as they raised their heads, a bullet flew towards them.
The soldiers of the independent battalion took advantage of the situation and launched a fierce attack. They soon rushed under the wall.
"Hand grenade at your service!"
Yang Lin did not order his subordinates to rush forward along the collapsed gap, but instead ordered them to throw grenades because he did not want to give the Japanese special agents any chance to fight for their lives.
As a commander, he cannot guarantee that there will be no casualties in the war, but he must keep the casualties to a minimum.
"yes!"
The soldiers responded loudly, took off their grenades, pulled the fuses, and threw them at the wall.
"boom!"
“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!”
Hundreds of grenades exploded one after another, and the entire wall became a sea of fire.
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On the other side, the battle between the Kuomintang prisoners of war and the Yagyu Squadron continued.
However, as the soldiers of the independent battalion rushed over, the battle was no longer suspenseful.
Soon, all the Japanese devils, including Yagyu Hideyoshi, were slaughtered!
The monk with blood all over his face walked over. He saw that Yang Lin had the rank of major and was the highest officer here.
He first raised his hand and saluted, then said: "Thank you for saving my life, sir, but what is your name?"
Colonel Yang Lin looked at the monk and asked, "Are you Wei Dayong, the monk who has eaten vegetarian meals in Shaolin Temple for more than 10 years?"
Monk Wei was stunned: "Sir, do you know me?"
Yang Lin smiled and did not answer. Instead, he said to him, "I am Yang Lin, the commander of the independent battalion of the 358th Regiment of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army. I know you are trapped here, so I came to rescue you."
"358th Regiment Independent Battalion?"
"right!"
Yang Lin nodded and asked, "Why? Haven't you heard of it?"
"Um, no...it's not."
The monk nodded subconsciously at first, then shook his head.
"Hahaha!"
Yang Lin laughed out loud: "It is said that monks do not tell lies, I didn't expect that a monk like you is not honest."
The monk scratched his bald head a little embarrassedly, and said with a simple smile: "Sir, to be honest, the 358th Regiment is Commander Yan's direct line of troops. I have heard of it, but I have never heard of this independent battalion.
Seeing that some of your brothers were wearing the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army, I thought you were members of the Eighth Route Army. "
Yang Lin waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of my independent battalion, but I wonder if you are interested in following me to fight the Japanese?"
The monk hesitated for a moment and said, "Sir, I am very grateful for your life-saving grace, but I have been captured once and I don't want to be captured a second time."
