nycdaug Chapter 81 Let me also taste the passion of chopping off the heads of Japanese soldiers with a big k
Chapter 81 Let me also taste the passion of chopping off the heads of Japanese soldiers with a big k
Lei Tao frowned, knowing that if he didn't act, the Sichuan Army reconnaissance squad would be doomed. Silently, he retrieved his VSS silenced sniper rifle from his Bagua gyroscope. He expertly placed the rifle on a branch and, through the zoom optical scope, aimed the crosshairs at the Japanese squad leader's head. He took a deep, steady breath, and the world seemed to fall silent, leaving only him and the Japanese squad leader. His finger lightly pulled the trigger, and with a soft "puff," the bullet flew out like a ghost. Almost instantly, a cloud of blood erupted from the Japanese squad leader's head. His eyes widened, and before he could react, he collapsed, his saber clanging to the ground. The surrounding Japanese soldiers were stunned by the sudden scene, their rhythm of attack disrupted. For a moment, they were bewildered, panicking like headless flies.
A Japanese mortar team aimed at the Sichuan Army reconnaissance team's position and fired a mortar shell. The shell hit the front of the position, sending up a cloud of dust mixed with gun smoke that filled the Sichuan Army reconnaissance team's position. Just as the Japanese mortar gunner was adjusting his aim, Lei Tao held his breath and focused his eyes through the scope of his VSS silent sniper rifle, locking onto the shell in the hands of the Japanese mortar team that was about to be fired. His finger was firmly on the trigger.
Just as the Japanese soldier was about to place the mortar shell into the mortar, Lei Tao decisively pulled the trigger. With a crisp "bang" sound, the bullet flew out like lightning and accurately hit the fuse of the shell.
Instantly, a dazzling flash of fire shot up into the sky, like a miniature sun bursting into life. A deafening explosion echoed, and with a roar, the earth shook. The shell instantly transformed into a blazing fireball, unleashing a violent burst of energy in all directions. The surrounding air instantly heated up, creating a scorching wave of air that billowed and swirled.
Like the fangs of a demon, shrapnel flew in all directions at breakneck speed. Vast swaths of dirt and rubble were thrown from the ground, obscuring the sky like a doomsday sandstorm. The Japanese mortar team's position instantly became a sea of fire, the raging flames devouring everything in their path. Thick plumes of smoke rose high into the sky, as if to proclaim the devastation of the explosion.
Immediately afterwards, Lei Tao's eyes flashed like lightning as he quickly moved his VSS silenced sniper rifle, aiming the crosshairs of the scope at the Japanese machine gunner. The machine gunner was concentrating on operating the machine gun, preparing to suppress the Sichuan Army reconnaissance team with firepower, and was completely unaware of the approaching shadow of death. Lei Tao took another deep breath, held his breath, and stabilized his arm. His finger decisively pulled the trigger again, and with a "puff", the bullet accurately shot towards the target. The shot hit the Japanese machine gunner's head, and his head was like a smashed watermelon, with blood and brain matter splattering out. The machine gunner's body suddenly stiffened, and then he collapsed on the machine gun like a puddle of mud. The machine gun that had been firing wildly suddenly stopped firing. The Japanese team fell into greater chaos because they had lost their commander and fire support point.
Seeing the Japanese squad leader and machine gunner instantly killed was like seeing the light of day in the darkness, and morale soared. The soldiers roared, drawing their swords, wrapped in red scarves, with vengeance burning in their eyes. They charged at the Japanese like tigers descending from the mountains, each step imbued with unwavering resolve, undeterred by the Japanese's superior equipment. At that moment, their hearts were filled with the unwavering determination to fight the enemy to the death.
Broadswords gleamed coldly in the sunlight as the Sichuan Army reconnaissance squad engaged the Japanese in close combat. For a moment, the cries of killing and the clashing of metal intertwined, like a brutal symphony of war. Though poorly equipped, their broadswords far inferior to the sharpness of the Japanese bayonets, the Sichuan Army soldiers, with their tenacious will and fearless courage, engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat. Some soldiers, facing one against two, wielded their broadswords with agility and dexterity, skillfully dodging the Japanese attacks and finding the right moment to strike back fiercely, engaging the Japanese in a fierce, close-fought battle. Some soldiers, even seriously wounded, their clothes stained with blood, clung to the Japanese, biting and pinching with their teeth, not sparing a single enemy. The determination in their eyes struck fear into the hearts of the enemy.
As the battle entered its intense, close-quarters, hand-to-hand combat, Lei Tao felt his head surge with blood, like a burning flame coursing through his veins. He abruptly stored his VSS silenced sniper rifle into the Bagua Gyro's space and then reached out to pull out a machete with a high-voltage electric shock function. The machete's blade was incredibly sharp, gleaming in the sunlight with a chilling gleam that seemed to pierce the soul. A faint blue glow of electricity pulsated through the blade, as if a mysterious force surged within. It was clear at a glance that it was a weapon capable of unleashing immense power in close combat.
Lei Tao, his machete tightly gripped in his right hand, swiftly leaped from the tree. The moment he landed, he charged like a ferocious cheetah, agile and swift, toward the Japanese troops engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Sichuan Army reconnaissance squad. As he charged, he roared, a roar that echoed across the battlefield like thunder, as if venting all his rage. At that moment, his eyes focused solely on the Japanese soldiers engaged in a fierce battle with the Sichuan Army. He wanted nothing more than to charge into the enemy lines, to sacrifice his sword with their blood, to feel the same passion as cleaving off a Japanese soldier's head with his machete...