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“Enemy Attack!”
The Japanese Machine Gunner heard the sound and immediately shouted, while the surrounding Japanese Soldiers frantically searched for cover, trying to locate the attacker.
Tie Zhu was hiding in a very concealed position, and when he fired, the enemy did not notice his location and seemed somewhat flustered.
Realizing that he had not been spotted by the Japanese Soldiers, Tie Zhu grew bolder. He cautiously exposed his gun again, this time slowly lying down on the ground.
When Tie Zhu had fired earlier, he noticed that due to using the scope, his hand had a slight tremor, which caused him to miss his shot.
Lying on the ground, Tie Zhu slowly adjusted his position, continuously searching for the best shooting angle.
The Japanese Soldiers on the bridge each took defensive positions, carefully scanning every corner around them, trying to eliminate the annoying fly.
The gun barrel slowly moved, sweeping from one end of the bridge to the other. Lin Qing finally found a suitable target: a Japanese Soldier crouched behind a large tree, side-on to Tie Zhu, intently aiming at something.
“Bang!”
He gently squeezed the trigger, and a muffled gunshot rang out, still difficult to distinguish amidst the chaotic battlefield.
This time, the Sniper Rifle accurately hit the Japanese Soldier in the head.
“Did I hit?” Tie Zhu looked closely in disbelief. After confirming that he had hit his target, he slowly let out a sigh of relief. He had clearly aimed at the body of the Japanese Soldier, and yet the bullet struck his head—truly fortunate.
After being hit, the Japanese Soldier slowly fell down. With no allies nearby, he temporarily went unnoticed. Lin Qing retracted his gun and slowly backed away from the reeds, preparing to escape into town. The terrain here was relatively simple; once the Japanese Soldiers reacted, it would be certain death. A sudden presence in the reeds was highly suspicious; even hiding in the water would be difficult to escape from.
The battlefield was chaotic. Tie Zhu emerged from the reeds and quickly ran towards a nearby intersection behind him.
While searching for enemies, a Japanese Soldier spotted Tie Zhu. Bullets followed Tie Zhu's footsteps as they were fired—Machine Gun, Rifle.
Tie Zhu only felt the bullets whizzing past him. The Japanese Soldier's hurried shooting was not very accurate, and only one bullet grazed Tie Zhu's arm, leaving a bloody mark.
"Ah!"
Tie Zhu gasped in pain, but his sprinting speed did not slow down at all; the distance of just a few meters felt like an insurmountable chasm to him.
Bullets followed closely behind, constantly whizzing by, stirring up dust and the sound of air being sliced. Tie Zhu felt that these few seconds were incredibly long, and the corner seemed to be getting further away from him.
It felt like he had passed through a century, but Tie Zhu finally reached the corner of the alley, leaning against the wall and gasping for breath. The distance of just over ten meters left Tie Zhu feeling utterly exhausted, not wanting to move at all.
"Finally escaped!"
Slowly standing up from the ground, he could still hear bullets hitting the wall beside him with a pinging sound.
The narrow alley at the corner was much narrower than the previous one, only allowing one person to walk through. If two people encountered each other, they would have to turn sideways to avoid each other.
With the Sniper Rifle on his back, Tie Zhu carefully held Wang Shunliu's Rifle and moved forward. After taking a few steps, he seemed to remember something. He pulled out a Grenade he had taken from a Japanese Soldier, then took out a metal box, emptied its contents of water completely, and retrieved a transparent thin wire.
He connected the thin wire to the pull ring of the Grenade, placed it in a corner nearby, then tied the other end of the thin wire securely. Satisfied, he clapped his hands, picked up the weapons on the ground, and quickly left.
Just as Tie Zhu walked away for less than a minute, three Japanese Soldiers slowly approached: "Stop! You two keep watch; there's a tripwire here!"
The leading Japanese Soldier waved his hand and slowly crouched down. Not far in front of his feet was a transparent white thin wire stretched across the path: "Cunning Chinese Soldier, but his methods are too crude!"
The Japanese Soldiers lay on the ground and searched along both sides of the alley. In the left corner, they discovered a Type 97 Grenade. One soldier pulled out a small pair of scissors from his pocket and swiftly cut the thin wire. He quickly got up from the ground, satisfied with himself and proud of his keen eyes and skills.
As the Japanese Soldier turned around to boast to his companions, he thought he had neutralized the tripwire when it suddenly exploded!
"How could this happen? The Type 97 Grenade is supposed to explode only if struck!" In that instant before being engulfed by the explosion, the Japanese Soldiers wondered why cutting this tripwire would still trigger an explosion and why the Type 97 Grenade would detonate without being struck!
Lin Qing seized the Grenade, which was a specially modified Grenade by the Japanese Sniper. The only way to disarm this Grenade was to put the safety pin back in; otherwise, even if cut, it would still explode!
As Tie Zhu slowly advanced through the alley, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth upon hearing the explosion behind him. He did not pause for a moment and continued moving forward.
In the sky, Japanese Bomber began to appear—only three of them—constantly circling above, occasionally dropping bombs, exerting invisible pressure on the Nationalist Army!
“Regimental Commander, let’s change locations. Your position is too obvious. If discovered by the Japanese Army, you’ll be a big target!”
Xu Staff Officer sighed as he looked at the showy Japanese Bomber in the sky. The Japanese were indeed too arrogant; they dared to roam the battlefield without Fighter cover. If two Nationalist Fighter planes were here now, they would surely give the Little Devils a hard time!
Heaven might have heard Xu Staff Officer's call, as a rumble came from the other side of the sky, and two ****Fighter planes appeared in his line of sight.
“Regimental Commander, Regimental Commander! My Fighter!” After observing the markings on the planes with binoculars, Xu Staff Officer excitedly pulled Hu Lian, pointing at the Fighter in the sky!
Hu Lian took a look with binoculars and confirmed that the plane was painted with the Blue Sky with a White Sun Flag. A smile appeared on his face; their own Fighter had arrived, which would relieve some pressure from the Japanese Bomber.
Upon seeing the approaching Nationalist Fighter, the four Japanese fighters did not choose to retreat immediately. After engaging, they formed a combat formation and charged towards the two Nationalist Fighter planes.
At this moment, there was a brief calm on the battlefield as both sides looked up at the situation in the sky, hoping for victory.
In this era, there was no fundamental distinction between Fighter and Bomber. The Bomber was also equipped with a Machine Gun, and with their numerical advantage, upon seeing the approaching planes of the Nationalist Army, they chose to engage!
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