The training is still like this, with classes in the morning and high-intensity special training in the afternoon. Song Yuanming originally wanted to try the special training methods he had mastered on these soldiers, but after thinking about it, he gave it up. These soldiers are the future.

Snipers, not special forces, the existing training is enough for them. Moreover, current Chinese soldiers are generally malnourished, which makes them physically unable to adapt to such overloaded training. One month later, the training camp.

"Brothers, after more than a month of hard training, I, Song Yuanming, congratulate you on your departure." Song Yuanming stood on the slope and said loudly to the soldiers who had just returned from the armed cross-country. The soldiers under the slope

They were obviously stunned for a moment, and then they hugged each other and shouted loudly: "We succeeded, we finally became qualified snipers."

At this moment, the soldiers under the slope no longer distinguish whether you are the National Army or the Eighth Route Army. They have only one concept in their minds - we are the excellent snipers of the "Hunter Hunting Team", and across the way, you are my brother.

.Yes, after more than a month of rigorous training, there are no partisanships here. There are only Chinese soldiers who shoot Japanese soldiers. Looking at the soldiers cheering and celebrating under the slope, Song Yuanming's lips curled up.

The smile, that smile swept away the harshness and coldness of the past, and was full of gentleness, like an artist looking at his carefully carved work with great satisfaction.

"Instructor Song, we are out of the army, does this mean we can become excellent snipers like you?" The person who asked the question was a young man named Anzi, who was about 23 or 24 years old. He was the fastest among all the students to learn things.

Yes, Song Yuanming valued him very much. Qinan also asked aloud: "Yes, Instructor Song, are we the same as you now???" This is probably what all the students want to know most at this moment.

"Yes, my students, you are as good as me now." Song Yuanming nodded, "You are as good as me now in terms of knowledge storage and weapon use. But you still need to reach a level like me.

The same thing."

"What is it?" everyone present asked in unison.

"What you lack is nothing else but a tacit understanding with your weapons. In layman's terms, it means the integration of man and gun. This cannot be learned in the classroom, nor can it be mastered by running dozens of miles of mountain roads.

.You are indeed very good now, at least I can see it from your target shooting results this month. There are three realms of snipers. The first level is to have a gun in your hand and a gun in your heart. You have already achieved this, and you have become excellent.

The potential of a sniper. The second level is to have no gun in your hand but a gun in your heart. This is my current state. The third level is to have no gun in your hand and no gun in your heart. You can kill people invisible. If you can do this,

They are the so-called 'gun gods'. The so-called integration of man and gun requires you to practice on the battlefield. Only by experiencing blood and fire can you truly become a sniper. An excellent sniper, his stage is not

On the shooting range, but on the battlefield!!! Only a sharpshooter can shoot accurately. You must know that our enemies are not only mobile, they are also very cunning."

"Instructor Song, what do you think we should do?" An Zi continued to ask.

"You don't have to worry about this. In the next week, we will start practicing. Remember, you are sharp knives. Even if you die, you have to cut off a piece of flesh from the little devil before you die. Of course, I don't

I hope any one of you will die. Remember, you are my pride and the best snipers I have trained in my life!!!" Song Yuanming said loudly, "Everyone, pay attention, check the equipment, and put your

Put on the ghillie suits and the hunting operation officially begins!!!"

The soldiers' eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light. After training for a month, they finally had to fight with the Japs for real. It was time to test the training results. Song Yuanming also returned to his temporary tent and began to wear the auspicious clothes to himself.

The so-called auspicious suit is made of gray, yellow, and black strips of cloth braided together, which can have a certain camouflage effect. Fortunately, there is no such thing as hot infrared in this era, otherwise this auspicious suit would be a bit "geely."

"All gone.

"Song Yuanming, are you in there?" An Qing's voice came from outside the tent. This little girl, since Song Yuanming opened the training camp here, she has basically been running three times a day. There were some people in the team watching the fun at first.

Later, after more visits, I became numb, and now everyone knows that Political Commissar An Qing has a good impression of Instructor Song.

"Come in, you came at the right time. If you had come five minutes later, I might not be here." Song Yuanming shook his head helplessly and let her in. He continued to button the ghillie suit. An Qing's hurried steps stopped.

After a moment, he slowly walked up to Song Yuanming and tied a few buttons for him: "Are you going to set off?"

"Who leaked the news??? Is it the Tiger King? Or the Rabbit? Could it be Qinan?" Song Yuanming said in pretended surprise.

"There is a smell of gunpowder in the entire training camp, and you can smell it from a long distance away." An Qing glared at him, felt annoyed, and stepped on his foot. The ghillie suit had been fastened, and An Qing helped Song Yuanming put his

All the equipment was hung up: "Outside is not as good as the base, so be careful, bullets don't have eyes. This package is dry food I made for you, don't starve yourself. Cover yourself with quilt at night, don't catch a cold..."

·" An Qing warned her as if she was taking care of her husband who was about to go on a long journey. Song Yuanming's eyes turned red. Didn't that silly girl tell her the same thing every time she went out on a mission? But she hadn't yet.

After marrying her, he was ambushed by those damn armed men and traveled here. He quietly wiped away his tears: "An Qing, I really don't deserve you to treat me like this."

"Shut up!!!" An Qing, who had always been quiet, suddenly got angry, "I know who you are better than anyone else. I don't deserve to treat you like this? Then what do you think I should do to you? I'll tell you

You, I don’t care who you are, I only know that you are a good person and I like you. Don’t tell me whether it’s worth it or not!”

"You..." Song Yuanming was choked by her barrage of words and couldn't say a word, his face turned red, "Okay, if... if we can all do it this time

Come back safely, I...”

"You will definitely come back safely." An Qing hugged Song Yuanming's waist, "No matter how long you go, I will wait for you."

"Behave yourself, I... it's time for us to set off."

After leaving the training camp, An Qing was still standing in front of Song Yuanming's tent. She shed tears silently to bid farewell to her beloved, which looked very much like the legendary Wangfu Stone.

"Captain..." King Tiger called Song Yuanming and pointed at An Qing, "Why don't you go and accompany your sister-in-law? I will lead the team for this operation."

"No, if you encounter any strong opponents this time, these brothers who have just graduated will not be able to cope with it." Song Yuanming also looked in the direction of An Qing, with a lump in his throat, "Brothers, speed up,

We must arrive at Hutou stronghold in two hours."

"Yes." According to this, the Hutou stronghold is only more than fifty miles away. After a month of training, these newly minted snipers still don't take it seriously. Song Yuanming looked at his watch and saw that it was already.

It's six o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun is already hanging on the top of the mountain.

In the rapid march of the soldiers, the Tiger Head stronghold was already in sight an hour after the troops set off.

"Brothers, rest for half an hour and adjust your breathing. Drink some water and eat some dry food to replenish your strength." Song Yuanming took out the dry food An Qing made for him from his backpack and chewed it. An Qing's persistence appeared in front of his eyes again.

His charming face. Before he knew it, all the dry food had been wiped out by him, but he didn't know it.

"Ah -" he cried out in pain and bit his finger. The soldiers around him snickered, the instructor must have been lovesick. Song Yuanming coughed twice to cover up his blushing face: "Everyone is ready,

The attack will be launched in half an hour."

Half an hour later, two Japanese soldiers on duty in front of the traffic ditch at Hutou Stronghold yawned and started chatting in Japanese: "Oh, it's so cold. Do you have any cigarettes on you?" (Japanese)

"Yes, let's go on." (Japanese) The kid threw a pack of Japanese cigarettes over there. The kid over there took it and lit it with his own match. The moment his cigarette started to burn, "Bang——

"With a muffled sound, a 6.5mm dum bomb flew towards his eyebrows with lightning speed, and there was a silver gleam in the night for no reason.

"Pfft--" The moment the Japs head was hit by the bullet, there was a loud bang, like a glass of watermelon smashed by a sledgehammer. The Japs on the side saw the horrific death of their companions.

He wanted to call for help, but the next muffled sound broke the tranquility of the night again. The Japanese soldier who wanted to call for help also followed the path of his companions.

"Little devil, don't run into another evil star on the way to the Jingguo Shrine." Song Yuanming put down the Mauser sniper rifle that was still smoking, and whispered. The two gunshots alerted the people inside the stronghold.

Japs, in the three-story turret, the Japs were hurriedly going up and down the stairs, facing the side where the attack was taking place. More than ten designed openings above and below had started shooting wildly. This time the enemy was different from the past, there was no large-scale charge.

, there are only snipers who engage in cold shooting in the dark. This crazy shooting mostly emboldens them.

"Bang -" a sharp whistle came in an instant, and the same muffled sound sounded again, but this time it was no longer a gunshot, but the muffled sound of bullets penetrating a helmet. A man was operating a Type 92 heavy machine gun

The Japanese soldier who shot was shot in the head and suffered the same fate as the two Japanese soldiers guarding the bridge.

"Asshole, it's that terrible sniper. Inform the headquarters immediately." (Japanese) When he saw that the death of his soldiers was the same as the dead soldiers on the school field that day, the team leader of the Tiger Head Stronghold immediately ordered. The signal corpsmen immediately ran away.

Go to the radio station and start calling.

"Brothers, the Japanese have begun to call for reinforcements. Let's fight quickly." Song Yuanming shouted, taking the lead in raising his M-3 submachine gun from his armpit. When the belt of the sniper rifle was pulled, the slender barrel of the gun was already behind his back.

"Old Song, just keep an eye on it." Yang Ming, who had been a sheepherder, took out the "Molotov Cocktail" from his backpack, lit the cloth at the mouth of the bottle with a match, and then threw it towards the narrow shooting port. This one

For many months, Song Yuanming had conducted targeted training on Yang Ming's throwing skills. The Molotov cocktail flew steadily into the shooting port, fell to the ground and shattered. The burning cloth ignited the scattered gasoline with a bang.

Fires were everywhere in the time gun tower. Song Yuanming gave a thumbs up: "Yang Ming, good job. Brothers, follow me and fight in."

"Kill the Japanese—" the soldiers roared wildly and kicked open the wooden door on the first floor of the turret. Inside were several Japanese soldiers who were caught off guard and stared with big eyes. "Bang bang bang bang bang bang—"
Chapter completed!