Unexpected gain

  The sky lit up quickly, and Yang Sicheng was awakened by the enemy's wake-up call. After waking up, he first observed his surroundings as usual. To the north were three enemy pillboxes and two artillery towers, behind which was clearly a military camp. It seemed that the little devils usually stayed inside the camp and could quickly enter the battlefield when fighting broke out. 200 meters to the south was the last barbed wire fence, and about 200 meters beyond it was the riverbank. The enemy's movements were not unusual. The warm sunlight shone on him, and Yang Sicheng slightly moved his somewhat stiff body before entering a state of feigned sleep again.

  "As a sniper, you must know when to stay absolutely awake and when to rest properly. After all, people are not machines that can go without eating or sleeping." Yang Sicheng remembered Ivan's words.

  Around 1 pm, Yang Sicheng, who was still in a daze, heard footsteps approaching him. He quickly became alert and judged from the chaotic footsteps that there were about 10 people coming. His heart tightened, "The devils' patrol team! Have they discovered something?" Yang Sicheng hastily buried his face in his arm, only exposing his eyes to observe his surroundings, "I hope they didn't bring military dogs during their patrol, or I'll be doomed."

  Fortunately, they didn't bring military dogs for patrol. Unfortunately, the group of devils stopped near the mound. "Could it be that they've discovered me near the mound?" Yang Sicheng's heart leapt to his throat. Secretly gripping his hunting knife, he was ready to fight the enemy to the death at any moment. But where had he exposed himself? He couldn't figure it out, but looking at the devils' expressions, they didn't seem like they were about to engage in battle either. Maybe the several devils were tired from walking; when they arrived at the mound, they sat down with a relaxed expression, and someone pulled out cigarettes to distribute to the others.

  A few guys were smoking and chatting loudly about the big mountain, after more than 10 minutes, they finally finished their cigarettes. Perhaps worried that they would be scolded by their superiors for delaying too long, they stood up again. "Time to go after finishing the cigarette", but one of them actually walked to Yang Si Cheng's side and started urinating towards the bushes, at that time the enemy's leather boots were less than 10 centimeters away from his head! When this damn guy finally finished and followed his companions to walk away, Yang Si Cheng's hanging heart finally put down.

  At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Sicheng was suddenly awakened by a sudden whistle. Something's up! He quickly observed the changes around him: a large number of devils rushed out of the artillery tower and gathered together, could it be that the devils had discovered the destruction of the barbed wire and were preparing to start a large-scale search?

  He immediately made combat preparations, but looking at the devils outside, they were busy for half a day, not like they were going to take military action. They hastily gathered up the clothes and quilts that had been hung out to dry everywhere, some of the devil soldiers were rushing around sprinkling water, some were sweeping the ground with big brooms, and the rest began to line up at the gate of the camp to stand guard.

  "Someone big is coming!" He instinctively inferred from the abnormality of the devils, "What to do? Kill or not kill?" After hesitating again and again, he still couldn't make up his mind. If he kills, the distance is too far, there is no absolute guarantee of a fatal blow, and how can he escape after firing? He must consider everything carefully in advance; if he doesn't kill, what if he lets a notorious executioner slip away from him, he will never forgive himself.

  After some deliberation, he finally decided to aim for a target rank and if the rank was equal to or higher than Commander (equivalent to Lieutenant Colonel), he would not hesitate to risk his life, but if the military rank was too low, it would not be worth taking the risk.

  With the decision made, he quickly thought of a retreat: 400 meters ahead was still a barbed wire fence. If he forced his way through it, with his agility, it would take about 2 seconds. Adding this to the 400-meter winding run, he would be exposed to enemy fire for about 1 minute. Subtracting the enemy's reaction time, there were at least 20 seconds of absolute danger. 20 seconds was enough time to empty a machine gun magazine. Thinking of his body being riddled with holes, he felt a chill run down his spine.

  Don't mind, killing one is enough to make up for it. If you're lucky and encounter a major general or above, that's an unexpected gain, making a big profit. The key is to ensure the first shot hits! Firing another shot will further reduce the survival rate. He carefully observed the enemy situation through the sight, and the camp gate 1000 meters away looked so far away in the sight.

  Although the effective range of the Mosin-Nagant rifle is 2000 meters, all veterans know that the effective range is not the optimal shooting distance. For ordinary soldiers in combat situations, it's very difficult to accurately hit targets beyond 100 meters with a rifle. Well-trained excellent marksmen can accurately hit low-speed moving targets within 400 meters. To accurately hit active targets over 1000 meters away, as Ivan would say: "You might as well shoot at the moon, and you'd probably have a better chance of hitting it..."

  Of course, this is a joke. On the battlefield, under various objective conditions, Yang Sicheng can guarantee 100% accuracy for targets within 600 meters. To hit a target over 1,000 meters away with a rifle is almost an impossible task!

  To hit the big shot as accurately as possible, he secretly aimed at the guard at the door, precisely adjusted the parallax line on the sight, carefully calculated the wind speed, and firmly remembered the wind speed and correction value that might be encountered, and then started quietly waiting.

  At 4:30, two three-wheeled motorcycles with machine guns mounted on the front suddenly drove into the entrance of the camp. Behind them came three military trucks loaded with Japanese soldiers, and in the middle was a black sedan. The "big shot" had finally arrived! Yang Sicheng did not show any emotional fluctuations, but quietly waited for the moment when the target got off the car.

  The door was opened diligently, a pair of shiny military boots stretched out from the car, he aligned the "ten" line with the top of the car door, to ensure that the first shot hit, he chose the chest position of the target. The person in the car finally lifted his "mysterious veil".

  The North China Headquarters of the Japanese Army, in order to quickly occupy the whole territory of North China and seize important war resources such as grain, coal, and heavy metals, is extremely dissatisfied with the current stalemate. The North China Command has specially dispatched a frontline inspection team led by Lieutenant General Asano Kaichi to come here today for inspection and deployment of combat plans, in anticipation of being able to quickly break through the Chinese army's defense line.

  When Yang Sicheng saw the sharp uniform of a Japanese army major general and the shining golden star on his shoulder, he felt his throat dry up. He made up his mind: "I must take him down!" Anyone who can hold the rank of Major General must have Chinese blood on their hands! Taking him down would be a heavy blow to the morale of the Japanese troops in North China, even if it's just an injury, I want to let those little devils know that there is no safety on Chinese soil, even with heavy protection.

  "Steady, steady, you only have one chance to shoot!" After giving himself this psychological hint in his heart, he lightly took a breath, and Yang Si Cheng slightly closed his eyes, using his senses to "sniff out" the target. He felt the existence of the target so vividly.

  Heaven is blessing, now the wind is blowing north, no effect on trajectory! In the two gentle breathing intervals, he steadily pulled the trigger, "bang", the bullet carrying hope happily jumped out of the barrel, the bullet with an initial speed of 800m/s, instantly drilled into the target's chest with great kinetic energy. Yang Si Cheng's right eye clearly saw from the scope that the target's right hand was painfully covering his left chest which was bleeding, and his left eye quickly captured the panic of the people around the target, because it happened suddenly, the people around had not yet discovered that the general had been shot. The target was not blocked, there is still a chance! "Even if sacrificing himself, he must make sure to fire another shot to ensure killing the opponent." Yang Si Cheng did not hesitate at all and chose to fire another shot.

  He swiftly rose to his feet, and with a "bang", the second bullet accurately pierced into that shaky body. The bullets used by Yang Si Cheng were all deliberately ground off the metal outer casing of the bullet head with a file knife, also known as "dum-dum bullets". A seemingly ordinary bullet can bring about a huge wound that can fit a fist, according to the "Hague Convention", dum-dum bullets are prohibited from being used in war, but can be used for hunting. The devils were originally no better than beasts, and "hunting" was already an honor for them. The "big shot" who got hit by two bullets would have his skin torn off even if he didn't die!

  No time to look around, Yang Sicheng slung "Kaya" onto his back and started his "speed of life and death". The martial arts he had practiced since childhood and the 10-kilometer armed cross-country running every day allowed him to quickly traverse the most dangerous 300-meter distance with no cover.

  After a brief 30-second panic, the enemy's light and heavy firepower finally went crazy at this "scarecrow" who was climbing over the barbed wire. Bullets whizzed past him, stirring up scorching air as if wanting to have an intimate contact with him.

  The western sun severely affected the accuracy of the devils' shooting behind, Yang Sicheng made a beautiful jump, his body didn't stop at all, lightly flying over the barbed wire, just landed and started rolling forward desperately. It turned out that the potential burst out when people faced death threats was so huge. He sighed and congratulated himself on not being kissed by the crazy bullets.

  He soon arrived at the bare riverbank, and Yang Sicheng didn't dare to stay, rolling and crawling into the reed forest by the shore. The dense reeds provided him with a sufficient hiding place, and he could finally catch his breath. As long as it was dark, he would be able to cross the river under the cover of night.

  He obviously underestimated the determination of the devils like Gu Zhutong to take revenge. 4,500 little devils were crazily sweeping through the grass and by the river, any suspicious place was combed through with chaotic gunfire and bayonets. The reed marsh was a bit too big, the little devils who had no other choice gave up on "see people when alive, see corpses when dead" and set fires everywhere.

  In the depths of autumn, the reeds caught fire in an instant, and with the help of the whistling wind from the river, the flames spread rapidly. Along with the fierce fire came rolling thick smoke, and even if one wasn't burned to death by the fire, they would still be choked to death by the smoke. Time was pressing, and as the raging fire approached step by step, there was no time to set up a firewall anymore! What to do?