You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

In an abandoned mulberry grove.

The squad leader of a reconnaissance platoon was lying prone under the roots of an old tree.

He was covered in camouflage netting and held a Mauser 98k sniper rifle with burlap wrapped around the barrel.

Through the Zeiss ZF39 4x scope, there was a desolate, overgrown grassland.

The slightest rustle of wind, the trembling of every leaf, could conceal a deadly threat.

"Eagle, something's not right about that mound at three o'clock."

The voice of the observer, "Sparrow," came through the earpiece.

The sparrow hid behind a broken wall about 20 meters to its side, holding a high-powered telescope in its hand.

"Something's not right?" Eagle subtly adjusted the muzzle of his gun.

"The color of that clump of withered grass was slightly darker than the surrounding area. And... when the wind blew, its swaying was a bit stiff."

The eagle squinted its eyes.

The mound was about 450 meters away from him.

For an ordinary person, there would be no difference at all. But for a top sniper, this slight inconsistency is enough to be fatal.

"Let's test the waters."

Eagle pulled a steel helmet from his waist; it was a Type 90 steel helmet that had been captured from the Japanese army earlier.

He placed his helmet on a tree branch and slowly, very carefully, peeked out a tiny bit from the left side of the tree root.

one second.

two seconds.

"Snapped!"

A crisp gunshot rang out.

The helmet jolted violently, revealing a bullet hole.

"Found it."

The moment the gun fired, the eagle, who had been keeping a close eye on the mound, clearly caught the fleeting movement of the gun muzzle in the grass.

Although the muzzle flash of the Type 38 rifle was small, the high-speed exhaust gas still stirred the grass in front of it.

"goodbye."

Without the slightest hesitation, Eagle's crosshair instantly locked onto a spot about twenty centimeters below that position—that should be the Japanese soldier's head.

"Bang!"

The 7.92mm Mauser pointed bullet roared out.

The mound in the distance suddenly trembled, and the clump of camouflaged withered grass was instantly blown away, revealing a Japanese sniper with a face covered in blood.

His skull had been opened, and he was still clutching the Type 38 rifle tightly in his hand.

"Well done," Sparrow exclaimed in the earpiece.

However, not all battles go so smoothly.

On the other side of the riverbank.

Major Takagi was lying prone in the reeds, his camouflage was perfect, and he seemed to have become part of the mud.

He had just killed a Great Xia scout.

"The 3th one."

Takagi silently recited the words to himself, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

He discovered that the Chinese reconnaissance soldiers on the other side were well-equipped, even possessing luxuries like individual radios, making them more luxurious than his special forces team.

"pity……"

Takagi gently pulled the bolt to eject the spent cartridge.

Just then, he keenly sensed movement on his flank.

Two Xia soldiers were crouching low, holding submachine guns, trying to flank him from the side.

"A decoy? Or a full-scale attack?"

Takagi remained calm.

He made a gesture.

A dozen meters behind him, two Japanese soldiers armed with MP28 submachine guns quietly peeked out.

"beat!"

"Da da da da!"

The MP-28's somewhat muffled gunshot rang out.

The two system soldiers who tried to flank him reacted extremely quickly, instantly lying down and immediately returning fire with the short guns that Takagi hadn't seen before.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The two sides engaged in a fierce close-range firefight in the reeds.

The bullets snapped the reeds, and the flying reed catkins fell like snow.

Takagi took the opportunity to change his position.

He slithered across the mud like a snake, quickly moving to a backup firing position twenty meters away.

This is the tactic he learned from Hans—a sniper should never fire a second shot from the same spot, and must have guards providing cover.

He repositioned his gun, searching for the target through the scope.

However, to his surprise, the enemy's firepower suppression was simply unreasonable.

Upon realizing that the Japanese soldiers on the other side had also started using infiltration and sniping tactics, Lin Feng, disregarding all martial ethics, began upgrading his reconnaissance squad on the spot, directly spending merit points to upgrade them all to the elite level.

The weapons were also changed to a sniper-type 98k paired with a G43 semi-automatic rifle with a scope and an StG44 assault rifle.

With its sustained firepower and accuracy, the StG44 assault rifle completely outclassed the MP-28 in the hands of the Japanese at medium range.

The two Japanese submachine gunners had just finished firing a magazine and were preparing to reload when they were pinned down by a burst of long-range fire from the other side.

Immediately afterwards, an M24 stick grenade whistled through the air.

"boom!"

Two Japanese soldiers screamed as they were blown away.

"Baka!"

Takagi cursed under his breath, just about to pull the trigger and snipe the soldier who threw the grenade.

Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine, as if I were being targeted by a venomous snake.

This is the intuition of a top sniper.

He instinctively rolled to the right.

"puff!"

Right where he had just been lying, the soil exploded, and a bullet burrowed deep into the ground.

If he had been even half a second slower, his head would have been blown to bits.

"A master."

Takagi was sweating profusely.

He looked up and saw the leaves of a large tree in the distance swaying slightly.

"In the tree? Foolish!"

Takagi sneered inwardly.

While climbing a tree offers a good view, it's also a death trap; once spotted, there's nowhere to run.

He quickly adjusted his stance, preparing to counterattack.

But the next second, he died.

Because it wasn't one gun aimed at him, but three.

Besides the bait in the tree, there were two dark gun barrels pointed at him from the bushes below and on a distant hillside.

This is a trap!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three shots fired simultaneously.

Takagi didn't even have time to make any evasive maneuvers.

A bullet shattered his scope, glass shards piercing his eyeball; a bullet pierced his shoulder; and the last bullet precisely burrowed into his heart.

This Japanese sniper expert, who had studied abroad and was full of knowledge, suddenly convulsed and lay on his back in the cold mud.

Takagi was utterly defeated!

In terms of both tactics and equipment, he was far inferior to his opponent.

His round-framed glasses lay to the side, the lenses reflecting the gray sky.

Even in death, he couldn't understand why Chinese snipers were so uncivilized, even leading a group fight.

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With Major Takagi's death, the Japanese special reconnaissance team was quickly defeated.

Although these snipers were accurate marksmen, once they lost their commander and faced a well-coordinated reconnaissance squad equipped with automatic weapons and walkie-talkies, they were like venomous snakes with their fangs pulled.

In less than an hour, most of the dozen or so elite snipers had become corpses in the wilderness, while the rest fled back in disarray.

13th Division Headquarters.

As Ogizu Ritsubei listened to the battle report from the front, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Takagi-kun... also perished?"

He could hardly believe it. That was his trump card.

"Yes, Division Commander," the chief of staff said gravely. "The enemy's reconnaissance units are extremely formidable; not only are their marksmen highly accurate, but they also seem to know our deployment inside and out."

Our scouts couldn't infiltrate at all; they were even shot down if they looked up to observe.

"Right now, our artillery observers are all blind and can't provide accurate coordinates at all. Meanwhile, the enemy's artillery fire seems to have eyes, specifically targeting our men."

Ogisu Rippei slammed his pencil onto the map.

"Baka! How are we supposed to fight this?!"

They couldn't see the enemy, yet they were being attacked.

This passive and defensive situation left the proud division commander feeling deeply frustrated.

"Order the troops to halt their advance and dig fortifications on the spot."

Ogizu Rikihei reluctantly issued the order:

"Request air support from the expeditionary force headquarters; we need aircraft. Also, raise the observation balloons and get the field artillery regiment ready."

In this way, the offensive rhythm of the Japanese 13th Division was slowed down for half a day by Lin Feng's tactics of infiltration reconnaissance and long-range artillery bombardment.

During this time, the fortifications around Huashan and the county town were further improved.