The Whole Country Follows Me Into the World of Gods and Demons

The highlands held on till late into the night.

Lu Yu picked up his rifle, and killed a Yinghai enemy bandit with another precise headshot. From daytime to this time, almost as many enemy bandits were shot and killed by him as there were bullet casings next to him.

The exhausted head of the regiment couldn't help but sigh: "If you put it in the big army, you will definitely be reused, but unfortunately in our Sichuan army, it was buried..."

At this time, the superior telegram rang.

The head of the regiment rushed to the telegram like crazy: "Please ask for support! Our 258 regiment is almost dead! Support!"

It's a pity that the superior didn't say reinforcements, but said: "The main force is passing, but there are still 40 kilometers. Even if you are the only one left in the 258th regiment, you must hold back the enemy bandits. Seconds! We have no choice but to fight hard!"

The head of the regiment was so lost that he was silent for a long time. He turned his head to look at Lu Yu who was still shooting the enemy with precision, and suddenly came back to his senses and said quickly: "We have a sharpshooter here! He must have a big role in going to the big army, can we stay here? , he was the only one to withdraw..."

"Sharpshooter? There's no way to withdraw! The main force is still 40 kilometers away. If you want to withdraw, you have to break through the defense line of the devils on your side. If you let him withdraw, you will let him die in vain!"

The captain hung up the phone.

He let out a long sigh.

"Today we are in a desperate situation."

"From the very beginning of accepting this highland mission, the superiors knew that our 258 regiment was doomed."

The remaining Sichuan soldiers fell silent.

There is an old Sichuan army with a smile: "It's okay, let's join the army to fight the devils, the picture is that our wives, sons and daughters are safe, what are we afraid of, if we can drag the enemy bandits into the East China Plain, if we delay for one more second, we will make a profit. What, the big guys still go together after death, don't be afraid!"

Lu Yu fired another precise headshot. He reached out and touched the bullet bag at his waist. It was deflated. He looked down and said, "Captain, there are no more bullets."

Without saying a word, the head of the regiment immediately gave Lu Yu his bullets: "Here are you, you are a sharpshooter, if you have one more bullet, the devil will have one less, and everyone will give him some of their own ammunition!"

Soon, Lu Yu put more than 300 bullets under his feet.

This is the 258 regiment, and only 70 to 80 percent of the ammunition is left.

Except for him, every Sichuan soldier has only a dozen bullets left.

Every Sichuan army who handed the bullets into his hands seemed to say: Hit! Let you fight! The more you kill a devil, the more you earn!

Lu Yu looked at the expectant Sichuan soldiers around him, then looked at the pile of Huang Chengcheng's bullets under his feet, and immediately changed the magazines, his eyes were as sharp as eagles.

At this moment, the enemy commander appeared within Lu Yu's extreme aiming range, which was... 1,000 meters!

The old-fashioned rifles used by the Sichuan Army are old guns that have been eliminated, and their parts are outdated. It is good that ordinary rifles can have an effective range of 500 meters, but this kind of old guns can last 300 meters!

"Commander be careful!"

"There is a sharpshooter from Kyushu on the mountain!"

The enemy commander glanced at the high ground and waved his hand indifferently: "Baga! From here to the high ground at least 1,200 meters, the broken guns of that group of people can shoot so far? The sharpshooter doesn't need to worry, unless He sniped at me halfway up the mountain."

"Hahaha, don't say he ran halfway up the mountain, that is, once he leaves their broken high ground for 100 meters, he will be covered by our anti-aircraft artillery fire!"

The enemy commander urinated.

On the other side, Lu Yu had already loaded and aimed.

He changed to a prostrate position, holding the gun steady in both hands, holding a weed in his mouth, looking at the wind to judge the wind direction and wind, the two points and one line have already aimed at the enemy commander.

But he turned slightly in the direction.

The head of the regiment looked at Lu Yu: "You're aiming at the Guizi Commander, hey, we're at least a thousand meters away from him, can we really hit it?"

Lao Chuanjun stopped the regiment leader: "Let him fight, regiment leader."

"This shot is the anger of my Chinese Kyushu. In the face of aggression, in the face of the country's destruction, the Japanese pirates are rampant, and you should be punished!"

"Whether we can hit it or not, it is our determination to be inseparable from the enemy!"

The commander held out his finger.

Everyone was quiet.

Lu Yu had already stopped breathing.

His body was completely in a state of motionlessness.

The rifle in his hand is as stable as Mount Tai.

Wind direction is determined.

Wind speed determined.

Ballistic deviation is determined.

...

Lu Yu pulled the trigger.

The bullet burst out.

The initial direction has a huge deviation from the enemy commander, even up and down!

But as the bullet moved in the blink of an eye, its trajectory was gradually changed by the wind, slowly forming an arc that fell downwards, and finally, with a bang, it accurately plunged into the eyebrows of the enemy commander!

The enemy bandit commander just heard the gunshot, just sneered, and before he could react, his forehead was torn apart and he fell to the ground!

One hit kill!

The head of the regiment and the soldiers of the Sichuan Army were stunned.

Immediately, cheers erupted from the heights.

At the foot of the mountain, the enemy camp was a mess.

"Cow, ah, ah!"

"Kilometers away, kill in one hit!"

"Why didn't you see that he was powerful before?"

"It changed overnight!"

The head of the regiment looked at Lu Yu's eyes, not only with deep appreciation, but more with regret, he lowered his head and sighed: "Such a good son of Chuan, obviously he can have a better future in the big army, but he follows us with a bunch of scumbags. It's a pity to die here..."

Lu Yu turned his head and smiled: "On the battlefield, you have no regrets. Since you are destined to die here, then before you die, you should use the afterglow of your life, and you will have no regrets until you die!"

The captain laughed.

Go to the battlefield and die without regrets.

What's more, it is to fight for the country and for the people!

...

When the enemy bandits lost their commander, the upper echelons were furious, not only sending a new commander, but also a bomber formation to follow.

"The devil is crazy!"

On the high ground, Lao Chuanjun looked at several huge black birds coming in the distant sky, blue and white clouds, his face became dark, he had a lot of experience on the battlefield, and he recognized that it was the infamous B70 bomber of Yinghai Devils!

One missile, ten miles away!

"Ruined."

The old Sichuan Army sat slumped in the trenches.

Laughing and crying.

"The devil is going to level the heights."

"They don't want the highlands anymore."

"They're going to raze..."

Lu Yu looked up at the B70 bomber. The rifle in his hand that shot more than 100 enemy bandits seemed powerless.

I'm afraid, when the B70 bomber opens the cabin to drop bombs, it will be the death of the remaining Sichuan soldiers in the Highland and the 258th Regiment~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Everyone knows this situation.

A sense of powerlessness arises spontaneously.

Many people put down their guns.

However, the head of the regiment suddenly shouted the slogan of the Sichuan Army.

His face flushed, his voice trembling but sonorous.

"If I die, the country will live, and if I live, the country will die!"

"My conscience is at peace with my compatriots, my motherland, and Kyushu!"

"The Sichuan army used to fight the civil war and I'm sorry for the motherland. Today, our Sichuan army goes out and participates in the war, and we die without regrets!"

...

Don't you hear it, Sichuan Army.

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Ten rooms and nine households without children...