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The bullet struck him precisely in the chest.

He leaned back completely.

The military knife flew out of his hand.

It tumbled several times in the air before landing on the ground.

His body crashed heavily next to the truck tires, his eyes still open and his mouth agape.

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't say anything.

Blood gushed from his chest and quickly pooled into a small puddle beneath him.

[Ding! One Japanese lieutenant killed. 50 points awarded.]

"Bang!"

The third bullet.

This time the target is another lieutenant.

He was crouching behind a truck, half his body exposed, directing the soldiers to set up machine guns.

Zhou Tianyang aimed the crosshairs of his scope at his head.

Pull the trigger.

The bullet pierced through a gap in the truck bed's wooden planks and struck him precisely in the temple.

He died before he even had a chance to feel the pain.

His body slumped against the truck, blood streaming down his cheeks.

[Ding! One Japanese lieutenant killed. 50 points awarded.]

In less than ten seconds, three shots were fired, and three people were killed.

Two lieutenant squad leaders and one captain company commander.

The command system of a Japanese company.

It was completely severed at that moment.

But Zhou Tianyang did not stop.

His finger continued to pull the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The advantages of semi-automatic sniper rifles were on full display at this moment.

No need to pull the bolt, no need to do any extra movements.

Pull the trigger and fire a bullet.

Tap once, fire once.

The bullets are automatically loaded and fired continuously without any pause.

The rate of fire is astonishing.

"Bang!"

The fourth bullet.

A Japanese soldier holding a grenade launcher is kneeling on the ground, loading the launcher with grenades.

His movements were very skilled: loading, aiming, and preparing to fire.

But before he could pull the trigger...

A bullet fell from the sky and hit him in the head.

He leaned back, and the grenade launcher slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Before the grenade could be launched, it rolled several times in place.

"Bang!"

The fifth bullet.

Another grenade launcher.

He crouched behind a truck, with only one hand and half a shoulder showing.

Zhou Tianyang saw the grenade launcher in that hand through the scope.

The trigger was pulled.

The bullet slipped through a gap in the truck bed and struck his shoulder.

He screamed and rolled out from behind the truck, the grenade launcher flying a long way.

He rolled on the ground, trying to crawl back behind the bunker.

But then another bullet came flying in and hit him in the back.

He lay on the ground, too afraid to move.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sixth, seventh, and eighth bullets were fired in succession.

One Japanese soldier after another fell in pools of blood.

Some were killed, and some were injured.

Some were hit and fell to the ground before they even realized which direction the bullet was coming from.

New targets kept appearing in Zhou Tianyang's scope.

His finger kept pulling the trigger.

Each pull of the trigger meant the fall of a Japanese soldier.

This kind of precise hunting.

For the Japanese army, it was a nightmare.

They couldn't see where the enemy was.

They didn't even know which direction the bullet was coming from.

I could only feel my companions falling one by one.

Some were shot in the head, some in the chest, and some in the abdomen.

Every bullet was incredibly accurate, with almost none missing its mark.

Fear began to spread among the Japanese soldiers.

"Sniper!"

"They have snipers!"

A Japanese soldier shouted in terror.

His voice was filled with fear.

The voice just fell.

A bullet struck him in the head.

His voice stopped abruptly, and he fell straight down.

On the steep slope to the east.

The soldiers in the row continued to fire.

Their guns were not as good as Zhou Tianyang's sniper rifle.

However, its power should not be underestimated in this close-quarters ambush.

A platoon of soldiers, with more than thirty rifles, opened fire simultaneously.

Bullets rained down from the hillside, covering the heads of the Japanese soldiers at the bottom of the ravine.

"beat!"

"Beat them hard!"

The platoon leader lowered his voice and roared.

Holding a Type 24 rifle, he aimed at the Japanese soldiers at the bottom of the ditch and shot them one by one.

Although this team did not have a machine gun.

They were all armed with rifles.

However, with more than thirty rifles firing simultaneously, the firepower remained intense.

Bullets struck the Japanese troops, splattering clouds of blood.

The soldiers were all veterans, and their marksmanship was excellent.

At this distance.

It is almost always successful when hitting a fixed target.

On the gentle slope to the west.

The soldiers of the two platoons continued to fire.

Although their position was not as high as the steep slope to the east, they had a wider field of vision and a better shooting angle.

The two platoons spread out to the left and right, forming a crossfire.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of rifles rose and fell.

The soldiers on the left aimed at the Japanese troops in the front half of the convoy.

The soldiers on the right aimed at the Japanese troops in the back half of the convoy.

Bullets shot from two directions into the bottom of the ditch, leaving the Japanese soldiers nowhere to hide.

A Japanese soldier tries to crawl under a truck to avoid bullets.

But he was too slow.

Before he could even climb inside, a bullet struck him in the back.

He screamed and collapsed under the car, his blood staining the ground.

Another Japanese soldier was hiding behind a truck tire, with only one foot showing.

A bullet flew in and hit his calf.

He screamed in pain and rolled out from behind the tire.

Immediately afterwards, several more bullets flew in and hit his body.

He lay on the ground, no longer moving.

The ambush has reached this point.

It has completely turned into a massacre.

The Japanese army was completely stunned.

They simply cannot organize an effective counterattack.

Several squad leaders were killed in the first round of shooting.

The remaining sergeants and corporals tried to organize the troops.

But every time they showed themselves, they were immediately spotted by Zhou Tianyang's sniper rifle.

"Bang!"

Another shot.

A sergeant was crouching behind the second truck, trying to reorganize the scattered soldiers.

He was brandishing a military knife and shouting something.

Zhou Tianyang aimed the crosshairs of his scope at his head.

Pull the trigger.

The bullet entered through his right ear and exited through his left.

He jolted violently, the military knife slipped from his hand, and his body slowly collapsed.

"Bang!"

Another shot.

A corporal was lying on the ground, trying to set up a light machine gun.

His hand had just touched the barrel of the machine gun when a bullet struck the back of his hand.

His palm was punched through, and blood was flowing freely.

He screamed and collapsed to the ground, rolling around while clutching his injured hand.

But then another bullet came flying in and hit his shoulder.

He stopped moving.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Zhou Tianyang's finger kept pulling the trigger.

His firing rate was astonishing, almost one shot per second.

The M1C Garand has an 8-round magazine.

He plays one round, then switches, then plays another.

Continuous firing, with almost no pauses.

Once a magazine is emptied, the empty magazine automatically ejects with a crisp "ding" sound.

He quickly retrieved a new magazine from the system space, inserted it into the magazine, and continued firing.

The loading speed is astonishingly fast.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

Then came a continuous series of banging sounds.

On the hillside, the other soldiers continued firing.

Although their marksmanship was not as good as Zhou Tianyang's.

However, in this close-quarters ambush, as long as you aim carefully, the hit rate is still quite high.

Especially those veterans, who have fought for so many years, their marksmanship has long been honed.

Although it may not be very accurate beyond 100 meters.

However, it is still very accurate when hitting fixed targets at a distance of fifty to one hundred meters.

Most of the Japanese soldiers at the bottom of the ditch were standing or moving slowly.

For these veterans, such a goal is as easy as target practice.

They lay prone on the hillside, firing shot by shot, slowly and deliberately.

Each time a shot is fired, the bolt is pulled back to eject a spent cartridge and load a new bullet.

Then aim and fire.

The movements were so practiced that they could be done with one's eyes closed.

Although the rate of fire is slow, the accuracy is high.

One shot, one kill; one shot, one kill; the Japanese soldiers at the bottom of the ditch were unable to raise their heads.

"Baka!"

"Fight back! Fight back!"

A Japanese sergeant, hiding behind a truck, shouted loudly.

His voice was so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire ravine.

Upon hearing the sound, Zhou Tianyang quickly turned his scope in that direction.

Through the scope, he saw the sergeant.

He hid behind the hood of the third truck, with only half his head and a hand holding a military knife showing.

Zhou Tianyang aimed the crosshairs of his scope at his forehead.

Pull the trigger.

"Bang!"

The bullet grazed the truck's hood, sending sparks flying.

Then he struck the sergeant in the forehead.

His head snapped back, and he fell onto the hood of the car.

Blood was flowing down the hood.

Red marks were scratched onto the green paint.

That sound never rang out again.