AWB Chapter 180 The Sugimoto Special Forces are completely wiped out.
Chapter 180 The Sugimoto Special Forces are completely wiped out.
Regardless of what Bai Chuan Yi Xiong thought, Bai Luo had already spotted the Japanese sniper's position when he launched the rocket.
Bai Luo didn't even glance at the rocket launcher on the earthen slope, and directly exchanged for another rocket launcher.
Sniping each other, huh? Who's afraid of who?
This time, however, Bai Luo was smarter. He chose to peek out from the side where the Japanese soldiers were fewer, kneeling on the snow. He carried a rocket launcher on his shoulder, aiming at the Japanese sniper's position.
Once the Japanese soldiers on the other side noticed Bai Luo's movements, they disregarded whether he was within range and opened fire directly at him. However, their accuracy was really poor; the closest bullet was more than 5 meters away from Bai Luo's position.
It's not that the Japanese soldiers were bad at shooting, but rather that their submachine guns were simply inaccurate at that distance. Even if the Japanese soldiers were carrying Type 38 rifles, they wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant.
Bai Luo aimed the rocket launcher at the Japanese sniper's position and pulled the trigger.
They immediately launched a large rocket at the Japanese sniper on the other side.
Meanwhile, Hyakukawa Kazuhima, who was intently staring at the rocket launcher on the earthen slope, was completely unaware of this.
By the time he sensed something approaching him out of the corner of his eye, it was too late.
"Boom."
Suddenly, a large fireball erupted from where Hyakukawa Kazuma was hiding, drawing the attention of the two Japanese soldiers who were bandaging Sugimoto Ichimoku.
The two Japanese soldiers' eyes fell upon the corpse of Hyakukawa Kazuma, whose chest and above were completely gone. Clearly, his fate was even worse than that of the sniper before him.
However, the frenzied assault fire from the Japanese soldiers at the forefront forced Bai Luo to quickly retreat behind the earthen mound.
Once the Japanese soldiers realized they could finally reach Bailuo, their attack speed increased dramatically.
In the blink of an eye, they had sprinted to within 150 meters of Bai Luo.
The battlefield situation instantly shifted in favor of the Japanese soldiers.
Bai Luo watched the snowflakes falling from his head as the Japanese bullets continued to hit him, but he wasn't worried at all. He quickly exchanged for a bunch of hand grenades.
He kept focusing on the location of the Japanese soldiers in his mind.
When the Japanese soldiers were firing in a crossfire and were only about 80 meters away from Bailuo's earthen slope, Bailuo pulled out the pin of a grenade and threw it at the Japanese soldiers across the slope.
The Japanese soldiers who were rapidly advancing towards Bai Luo never expected that Bai Luo would throw grenades from such a distance, and with such accuracy that three Japanese soldiers were blown away on the spot.
At this moment, Bai Luo seemed to have transformed into a ruthless grenade-throwing machine.
The grenades seemed to have eyes, landing precisely at the feet of the Japanese soldiers.
"Boom boom boom boom puff boom boom boom puff puff puff."
Amidst the continuous explosions, the charging Japanese soldiers were immediately stunned, while the Japanese soldiers flanking from both sides posed no threat to Bai Luo whatsoever.
In the brief moment between throwing grenades, he used a Type 191 sniper rifle to rip open the skulls of the Japanese soldiers who were closing in from both sides.
"Squad leader, what should we do?"
The Japanese medic, having finally finished bandaging all of Sugimoto Kazumo's wounds, asked in despair.
He peeked out and saw his companions being blown up by the enemy's grenades, running around in all directions. His side didn't even have a chance to throw grenades back because the enemy had thrown them too far away, and they weren't even within throwing range.
What baffled him most was that the enemy hadn't even shown their heads, yet the grenades seemed to have eyes; some of his comrades, even lying still on the ground, couldn't dodge the grenades. They were now almost entirely wiped out.
Murakami was also in a dilemma. Just as he was deep in thought, Sugimoto Ichimoku, who had been unconscious, slowly opened his eyes.
"Ah, Captain, you're awake? That's wonderful."
The medic who first noticed that Sugimoto Ichimoku had woken up let out an excited shout.
Sugimoto Ichimoku felt intense pain all over his body.
It took me a long time to get used to it.
"What...what's going on now?"
The medic's eyes welled up with tears when he heard Sugimoto Kazumo's question.
He lowered his head and spoke in silence.
"Captain, our soldiers have been almost entirely killed or wounded."
"What?! What's going on?"
Sugimoto said weakly.
"When our Imperial warriors reached a point less than 100 meters behind the earthen slope where the Red Party was hiding, for some reason, there were so many grenades on the other side. They threw them far and accurately, killing many of the attacking Imperial soldiers."
"How much time has passed...?"
"You were unconscious for about 10 minutes."
Murakami glanced at his watch and then spoke to Sugimoto Ichimoku.
"Help me up...help me up, let me see."
The medic and Murakami Kazuha quickly helped Sugimoto Ichimoku sit up, and Murakami Kazuha thoughtfully placed the binoculars in front of Sugimoto Ichimoku's eyes.
When Sugimoto Ichimoku looked through his binoculars, the first thing he saw was the bodies of dozens of Imperial soldiers lying within a hundred-meter radius of a small earthen mound just over a meter high on the opposite side.
Looking down, a dozen or so Imperial soldiers remained a hundred meters away, hiding in a deep depression, too afraid to continue the attack.
Seeing the situation before him, Sanben Ichimoku fell silent. He knew that the dozen or so Imperial warriors could not be withdrawn.
After a long while, Sugimoto looked away from the battlefield and scanned his surroundings. He then noticed the radio operator a few dozen meters away and the broken radio. He sighed helplessly.
Sugimoto Ichimoku roused himself and spoke to the two people supporting him.
"You two immediately retreat to Yuan City and tell Commander Xiaozhong about the situation here. Tell him to make sure this Red Party squad is wiped out. I have a feeling that this Red Party squad, or rather, the people blocking our way, will become a major threat to the Empire."
"I can't leave. You must convey this message, understand?"
Murakami heard Sugimoto Ichimoku's words.
He was extremely anxious and hurriedly said...
“I’ll carry you on my back. You can’t stay on the battlefield. Besides, the Empire’s planes are almost here. Hang in there a little longer.”
Sugimoto looked at the blood seeping from his bandages with a bitter smile, knowing that he was not far from death.
He forced himself to stay alert and cursed at the two of them.
"Baka, obey orders."
"Hi, hi."
The two men leaned Sugimoto Ichimoku against the hollow, bowed to him, and then retreated along the way they had come.
Seeing that there were less than 20 Japanese soldiers remaining, Bai Luo knew that he could take the initiative to attack.
He reloaded a rocket and fired it at the Japanese soldiers lying prone in the depression a hundred meters away.
"Boom"
"ah....."
As the rocket exploded, the Japanese soldiers a hundred meters away let out painful screams.
Bai Luo dropped the rocket launcher, grabbed a 191st grade marksman rifle, and charged forward.
"Puff puff puff puff puff..."
After quickly sending the wounded but not dead Japanese soldiers back to their hometowns, Bai Luo checked the monitoring radar and found three Japanese soldiers in the distance, two of whom were fleeing at high speed.
Bai Luo was not about to agree. He put away his Type 191 assault rifle and took out a Barrett.
Bai Luo, who is just over 1.4 meters tall, is holding up a Barrett rifle that is also just over 1.4 meters tall.
He aimed the scope at the heads of two Japanese soldiers, who were about 1200 meters away.
"bang bang"
Two loud gunshots rang out once again throughout the battlefield.
Sugimoto Kazumoku had already lost too much blood, his face was deathly pale, and he was on the verge of falling into a coma.
But those two loud gunshots pulled him back from the brink of unconsciousness.
It took him a while to recall the origin of the gunshot from his memory, and then he turned his gaze to the direction in which the medic and the saved gun had fled.
But he was too far away to see anything.
But he had a feeling that the two gunshots were aimed at them.
It seems that his Sugimoto Special Attack Team has been completely wiped out.
All he could do was pray that the next plane would spot the Red Party squad and wipe them out.