However, because the length of the bridge is about 300 meters, it has exceeded the precision shooting limit of advanced gunmen’s rifles. Only those very powerful gunmen can still keep accurate killing at such a distance. However, the accuracy of general gunmen has been greatly reduced, but it is much better than that of the British. Moreover, the 16 th Division soldiers attacked from the bridge deck under the cover of the bridge railing marble pier, and the soldiers kept jumping forward to the north shore.
A dark round tube is exposed from the sandbag bunker on the other side. This is a 75mm mountain gun, which can be used for direct shooting.
A soldier screamed, "Get down quickly …" As his voice fell, the mountain gun let out a roar, and a black bullet flew up against the bridge deck and hit the bridge directly.
The violent explosion caused a storm, and the rubble mixed with shell shrapnel raged in all directions to avoid the soldiers being torn apart instantly, leaving some fragments half scattered.
The powerful shock wave shocked people into eardrum bleeding and qi and blood swelled in their chests.
You Dite prone like a dead dog Yuan Zhixiang jumped up from the ground. He couldn’t hear anything at this time. Seeing the vague figure of the British army on the other side, he couldn’t help but grab the rifle and roared and rushed to the other side.
The 1 mm mortar quickly reacted, and the shells flew over Yuan Zhixiang’s head and fell to the sandbags bunker on the other side densely and accurately, blowing those sandbags into a sandstorm again.
A tank appeared in the dancing yellow sand and boomed to the bridge. The muzzle was pressed low and aimed at Yuan Zhixiang. In an instant, a flame erupted and a shell roared out of the gun bore.
As soon as Yuan Zhixiang bowed his head, the shells passed over his head. Yuan Zhixiang felt that a hot gas was blowing from his face and the helmet cloth was on fire.
Tank tracks creaked and slowly came from the bridge deck, crushing the dead bodies of the bridge into pieces. Tanks hit the bridge deck with large-caliber machine guns "beep beep beep …" The concrete pavement with gravel swept over Yuan Zhixiang like a storm. Yuan Zhixiang had to pounce on the right. He had turned to the outside of the bridge and hooked an iron railing so that he wouldn’t fall more than 20 meters.
A rocket flew from the bridge and hit the tank accurately. It was too thin to drill into the tank, and there was a violent explosion inside the armor. The whole tank cracked and the flame was desperately emitted from the crack, accompanied by billowing smoke.
Then the tank exploded again, this time the shell inside exploded, the turret flew off the bridge deck and hit Yuan Zhixiang’s grab bar.
Yuan Zhixiang loosened his body with his right hand, but his left hand quickly grasped the edge of the bridge deck and almost fell into the river.
A hairy hand stretched out from the railing. Yuan Zhixiang saw You Dite’s dirty hairy face.
"I give you back your death" Yuan Zhixiang said _ _ _ _ w _ w _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
You Dite seemed to understand what Yuan Zhixiang said and smiled.
Yuan Zhixiang jumped over the railing and returned to the bridge deck. The bridge deck was not wide. A tank had blocked the whole bridge deck, and the tank braved a thick fire and occasionally exploded one or two.
Roots cannot pass through.
"Give him another barrel," Yuan Zhixiang shouted to the rocket launcher behind him. "Hit the chassis and blow it up."
Another rocket flew over and exploded, turning the tank into a twisted one, and the fire in two halves became smaller. Yuan Zhixiang led the way through it.
After the past, a group of British troops rushed in with bayonets swinging.
"Lie down!" Yuan Zhixiang let out a cry and hurriedly lay down, then rolled his body with five or six grenades from the ground.
This is a desperate fight. Bombs hurt the enemy, but at the same time they may hurt their comrades behind them. But who cares so much about this emergency?
A series of grenades were displayed in front of the explosion. They were rolled from the feet of the British army into the crowd, and the British army’s body blocked the shrapnel and energy. Yuan Zhixiang was really safe.
Yuan Zhixiang has his hand behind him for the time being, and an auxiliary soldier, Udit, has not yet crossed the wreckage of the tank.
The explosion happened in a flash, and a large number of limbs buried Yuan Zhixiang.
Yuan Zhixiang stripped the body and minced the meat and stood up and found that You Dite was also full of such dirty things. His whole body was blood, just like being immersed in a blood pool.
The sequelae of the explosion are still buzzing in the ears, and the brain and limbs are temporarily out of balance.
Although he felt dizzy, Yuan Zhixiang’s blood was flooded with a special force as soon as he grabbed the gun. This force seemed to have been deeply rooted in his blood for a long time. At this time, he finally broke out with force.
Yuan Zhixiang pulled the bolt quickly, more than ten times faster than usual, and then fired repeatedly.
There is a wonderful feeling that Yuan Zhixiang’s heart is wrapped around his rifle, which has become a part of his body, like an armband finger, even the bullets fired from the gun bore. He can feel it changing its trajectory, and each bullet is so obedient that it follows his predicted trajectory. He has a feeling of being able to control them.
This feeling is so wonderful that Yuan Zhixiang refused to put the rifle in his hand, fearing that this feeling will never return.
Yuan Zhixiang shot quickly, and the usual training movement was given full play at this time, and the efficiency and speed were ten times that of training.
Ten bullets were sent out in a flash, and the British army in ten different directions was shot by Yuan Zhixiang. The guns and guns all hit the eyebrows and eyes were in a straight line, which was very neat.
This attack on the British army caused a panic, and they all put their heads on their faces like sticking their heads into the sand to avoid ostriches, but their huge buttocks were still exposed to the ground.
Yuan Zhixiang played all the bullets in the magazine. At this moment, Yuan Zhixiang handed me a rifle next to him. In the corner of his eye, Yu Guangzhong, You Dite’s body was blood red, like hanging Chili powder to prepare fried chicken in oil, revealing a pair of eyes like cattle.
As soon as I got the gun, that feeling came back.
A sniper can often block an enemy platoon, which is quantitative, but how to calculate the range?
However, it is more than enough for an excellent senior gunner to hold such a wide range on the bridge deck.
At this time, Yuan Zhixiang’s marksmanship has made a qualitative breakthrough, which is incomparable to ordinary senior gunmen.
When it was so slow, the follow-up troops of the 16 th Division rushed over, rushed across the bridge and scattered across the street, and the British troops were repelled.
Knowing that the tide was over, the British army reached the order to blow up the bridge. The "No.2 Bridge" is a communication line connecting the two sides of the strait to replenish life. It will not be blown up until it is absolutely necessary, but now it is that time.
In a room opposite the bridge, a lieutenant got up and was about to press the detonator in front of him, but his figure caught Yuan Zhixiang’s attention. A bullet flew over and hit his temple quickly, and the lieutenant cut back, but he didn’t have the strength to press the detonator anymore.
Next to a young engineer, he jumped at himself and pressed the detonator.
Circulation crosses the line, climbs the pier through the street underpass and crawls towards the center of the bridge.
An China soldier had just climbed over the railing of the bridge and got into the bridge opening when he found two lines. As if he had a hunch, he pulled out his bayonet and cut them off.