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When Xia Yang arrived in his yard, he saw Song Yumo waiting there.
By this time, Song Yumo had almost recovered, and the stitches on his body wounds were removed yesterday. Xia Yang couldn't help but admire that Song Yumo's body was different after being treated with Chinese medicine. If this kind of wound was caused by an ordinary person, it would take about a month at least. Song Yumo almost recovered in less than ten days.
Yesterday, Xia Yang even saw Song Yumo competing in the 400-meter obstacle course with the male soldiers. From the way she was jumping around, it was impossible to tell that her body had just recovered.
Seeing Xia Yang coming back, Song Yumo straightened his back, saluted Xia Yang with an incomparable standard military salute and said: "Reporting to the regiment, I have completed the task you assigned me. Three hundred rounds of bullets have been fired. At the same time, we will continue to be proficient in the use of various sniper equipment. With the supplied sniper rifle, we can also accurately shoot at moving targets."
Xia Yang looked at the Barrett large-caliber sniper rifle she carried on her back. This sniper rifle weighed about 13 kilograms. If other accessories, the ammunition she carried, and other sniper equipment were added, the total weight would be at least three pounds. About ten kilograms.
But Song Yumo¡¯s physical strength is obviously very good. With such a heavy weight on her back, her waist is still straight, and there is no trace of the pressure caused by more than 30 kilograms of equipment on her body.
"How do you use this sniper rifle?" Xia Yang asked Song Yumo.
Song Yumo¡¯s eyes were filled with joy, and then he patted Barrett¡¯s thick gun body and said, ¡°This gun is very easy to use, surprisingly powerful, and has a very long range and extremely high accuracy. It¡¯s just that the recoil is too great.¡±
As she said this, she reached out her hand and rubbed her shoulders.
With a gun like Barrett, it is impossible for ordinary people to shoot over the shoulder from a standing position. Its powerful recoil can easily dislocate a person's shoulder.
Even a professional sniper like Xia Yang will choose to shoot from a prone position when using such a large-caliber sniper rifle. When he first used this powerful sniper rifle, Xia Yang's shoulder was bruised and bruised by the huge recoil produced by the shot.
Xia Yang didn¡¯t need to think about it to know that Song Yumo¡¯s shoulder must have been red and swollen by Barrett¡¯s huge recoil.
"Next time, remember to put a pad on your right shoulder, otherwise you will suffer." Xia Yang reminded Song Yumo.
Song Yumo said: "I'm fine! I got some medicine from the military doctor, just apply it and it'll be fine. Leader, when will we carry out the mission?"
Seeing how impatient Song Yumo looked, Xia Yang said with a smile: "Why are you so anxious! Wait a few days and I will notify you. When the time comes, you kill people, but don't blink your eyes!"
Song Yumo saluted Xia Yang confidently: "Don't worry, everyone, I will never let you down."
Song Yumo's serious look made Xia Yang feel a little funny. He waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, you go to eat! After eating, I will continue to explain to you some details that snipers should pay attention to, and how to ensure your own survival in a complex battlefield environment. and mission accomplishment.¡±
"Yes! Group seat!" Song Yumo saluted Xia Yang again. After saying that, she carried the heavy Barrett sniper rifle and trotted towards the canteen.
Watching Song Yumo's back disappear from the shooting range, Xia Yang smiled and shook his head, then returned to his room.
The radio was turned on by Xia Yang. After some debugging, Xia Yang heard the voice of the female announcer on the radio.
"The vanguard of our army has launched a fierce battle with the Japanese landing force. At the same time, the Chairman of the Standing Committee issued the No. 1 combat order, and the Central Training Corps and the elite troops of the Central Army have entered the Shanghai area"
After listening for a while, Xia Yang turned off the radio. Because he knew that most of the soldiers who rushed to the front line would be killed by the Japanese artillery fire.
He lay on his back on the bed, feeling dizzy with the world in front of him.
"Your blood will not flow in vain." Xia Yang muttered silently, his thoughts seeming to have flown to the distant Songhu battlefield. There was heavy artillery fire, and the Chinese soldiers roared and charged forward.
They faced the Japanese tanks. Ten people lined up in a column, each holding a cluster grenade in their hand. As long as one person rushes near the tank, he can blow up this moving steel beast.
On the Songhu battlefield, which lacked horizontal artillery and heavy weapons, this is how the Chinese army dealt with theAn army tank.
At this time, more than 300 kilometers away from Baoding City, outside the Japanese-occupied Peiping City, Japanese camps almost completely occupied this plain.
You can see a steady stream of supplies and equipment on the horizon, being transported to these camps from the north by trucks. The Japanese camp, which was preparing for war, was enveloped in a tense atmosphere.
Walking out of the stuffy tent, Ichiro Banishi's forehead was dripping with sweat.
He looked unhappy because he had just received an order from the General Staff Headquarters and was scheduled to attack along Jinpu Road. But what he really wanted to attack was Baoding City.
Not because of anything else, just because the fourth battalion led by Xia Yang was stationed there.
From the latest intelligence obtained, Banxi Yiliang already knew that the murderer who killed his brother was stationed in Mancheng County, not far outside Baoding City, with more than a thousand soldiers under his command.
His chief of staff, Takuno Tokimori, handed him a Sakura cigarette.
Seeing the brand of the cigarette, Ichiro Banishi was quite surprised. After all, it was not easy for Japanese cigarette brands to smoke such cigarettes in China at that time.
"I haven't smoked Sakura brand cigarettes for more than half a year. Where did you get them? Takuno." Ichiro Sakanishi lit the cigarette and took a puff with great enjoyment.
The white smoke formed by those cigarettes was quickly blown away by the wind blowing from the field, just like the departed soul of his younger brother, Jiro Banishi, being blown away to the distant place by the wind.
Tokimori Takuno adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and said, "Your Excellency, Captain, you are not in a good mood."
Ichir¨ Banishi did not look back at him, but instead asked: "Is it you who proposed the attack along Jinpu Road to the division commander?"
Tokimori Takuno nodded and said: "Yes, I brought it up. I think your Excellency, the captain, has not yet gotten over the sadness of Ji Liang's death. That will impress your understanding of the battlefield situation on the battlefield. You may even make a wrong judgment. For the 59th Wing, your wrong judgment may cause irreparable casualties." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com