This killer star of the War of Resistance Against Japan was only 9 years old.

Chapter 178 Japanese Special Forces 2

At this moment, Sugimoto Ichimoku, 800 meters away from Bai Luo, was lying in a depression, panting heavily. Just now, the squad leader of his second squad had exploded into a cloud of blood mist 3 meters in front of him.

If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he probably wouldn't have fared much better than the squad leader before him.

Sugimoto Ichimoku calmed himself down and began to survey his own soldiers around him. He discovered that in just over ten seconds since the enemy opened fire, his side had lost 15 Imperial warriors.

This loss pained Sugimoto Ichimoku greatly, considering these were elite soldiers he had painstakingly trained for so long, and he never expected to lose so many in this unknown wasteland.

This doesn't even include the losses of the first squad at the front. He couldn't understand why the Red Party, which was always short of supplies, possessed such powerful heavy firepower, but he didn't have time to think about that now.

His only goal now is to eliminate this Red Party squad and avenge his soldiers.

Thinking of this, Sugimoto Ichimoku felt a surge of anger and immediately burst into a tirade.

"Baka yarou. All team members, drop your loads and crawl forward quickly. There is only one heavy machine gun on the other side. As long as we get within 200 meters of the enemy, victory will surely be ours."

"Hi."

As soon as Sugimoto Kazumo gave the order, all the Japanese soldiers immediately began to carry it out.

Although they were terrified by the power of the enemy's weapons, it was clear that they had not yet reached the point of breaking their will to fight.

These 100-plus men were all selected by Sugimoto Ichimoku from among the veteran Japanese soldiers who had fought countless battles.

Bai Luo's monitoring radar also showed that the Japanese soldiers paused for a moment and then immediately began to move.

He became even more certain of his guess.

Bai Luo looked back. At this moment, Zhuge Ming and the others had retreated to a distance of more than 200 meters from Bai Luo's current position.

Slightly relieved, Bai Luo quickly jumped onto the cat car, floored the accelerator, and drove onto the wasteland by the roadside.

Just as Bai Luo drove into the wasteland, the silly girl at the launch position spotted several Japanese soldiers crawling rapidly on the ground.

Without further ado, he pressed the Gatling gun's fire button.

"Buzzing..."

The loud and distinctive sound of Gatling guns rang out once again on the Loess Plateau of western Shaanxi Province.

However, Silly Girl's gains were minimal. The Japanese soldiers on the other side were as slippery as eels, and with the bumps from Bai Luo's driving, Silly Girl's barrage only killed three Japanese soldiers.

Bai Luo also noticed a strange phenomenon: the Japanese soldiers were not firing back. The closest Japanese soldier was now less than 300 meters away, and the Japanese Type 38 rifles could already hit him at that position.

But it remained huddled behind a depression like a quail, motionless and showing no intention of retaliating.

"Are the Japanese trying to launch a reckless charge?" Bai Luo thought to himself unconsciously.

If that's the case, then I'll really save myself a lot of trouble.

What Bai Luo didn't know was that most of these Japanese soldiers were using submachine guns with an effective range of only 200 meters. The only two snipers were at Sugimoto Ichimon, 800 meters away, and hadn't even entered their sniper rifle range yet.

Bai Luo gestured for the silly girl to get out and drive the car.

Bai Luo climbed onto the firing platform in the back seat, but instead of using the Gatling gun, he stood on the platform with his 191 precision marksman rifle, staring in the direction of the Japanese soldiers.

At the same time, they kept a close eye on the activity of the monitoring radar.

After the car reached a small mound about one meter above the ground, Bai Luo signaled to Sha Niu to stop the car.

Sure enough, as soon as the cat-shaped car stopped, the Japanese soldiers started moving again.

The target was the direction of Bai Luo's cat car, and at the same time, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers crawled towards both sides of the cat car, obviously trying to surround Bai Luo.

Meanwhile, Bai Luo raised an eyebrow when he saw the Japanese soldiers starting to move in his direction on the monitoring radar. Sure enough, these bastards started crawling.

With the safety off, Bai Luo kept his eyes peeled for the wasteland ahead.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, a Japanese soldier revealed half of his shoulder, and Bai Luo seized the opportunity instantly.

"puff."

A barely audible gunshot rang in the girl's ears, followed by suppressed screams from the Japanese soldiers in the wasteland opposite, which quickly ceased.

After firing his gun, Bai Luo didn't continue paying attention in that direction because he had a new target.

"puff."

Another barely audible gunshot rang out, but this time there were no screams of agony from the Japanese soldiers, because the one who showed his face was a turtle's head.

With one shot from Bai Luo, this Japanese soldier could go straight back to his hometown to report for duty.

Bai Luo finally saw the equipment on the Japanese soldiers.

"Hiss. They really are elite Japanese soldiers."

Bai Luo was surprised that she had actually guessed correctly.

The Japanese soldier who had been shot in the head by Bai Luo was wearing a camouflaged helmet and a vest-style armed belt filled with numerous magazines. He also had a Japanese melon-shaped grenade hanging from his shoulder strap.

The gun hanging on his body wasn't the Type 38 rifle that Bai Luo had seen as standard Japanese equipment; it was a submachine gun.

Bai Luo finally understood why the Japanese soldiers hadn't retaliated until he saw the submachine gun on the Japanese soldier's corpse—they weren't within range yet.

Thinking of this, Bai Luo's fighting style became much more unrestrained. Isn't this a real-life version of whack-a-mole?

In the following minutes, faint gunshots could be heard intermittently around the cat car, interspersed with the suppressed screams of Japanese soldiers.

Sam's eyes widened in fury as he heard the screams of his soldiers ahead, and his anger surged uncontrollably.

When he finally led the squad behind him into the range of the Japanese snipers.

Sugimoto Ichimoku's suppressed growl rang in the ears of the two Japanese snipers.

"Sniper, take out that guy sniping on the other side!!"

"Hi,"

The two Japanese snipers, draped in white cloth, immediately split up to find suitable sniping positions.

Bai Luo's side also fired nearly half a magazine of bullets, and three Japanese soldiers were killed and more than ten were wounded.

Just then, Bai Luo suddenly felt his hair stand on end; this was a warning from his sense of danger.

The moment Bai Luo sensed the danger alarm, she immediately jumped off the cat assault vehicle.

The next moment, Bai Luo could clearly feel a gust of wind passing by him, and at the same time, a gunshot rang out from the wasteland opposite Bai Luo.

"Damn it, a Japanese sniper."

The moment Bai Luo jumped off the cat car, she realized she had been a bit careless.

Such an elite Japanese unit must have snipers.

At the same time, a net-like crack appeared in the bulletproof glass in front of the silly girl, and another gunshot rang out from afar.

Bai Luo quickly signaled to Sha Niu to drive the car out.

Judging from the firing rhythm, the enemy has at least two snipers.

Bai Luo no longer dared to stand so arrogantly on the launch platform inside the vehicle.

By monitoring the radar and the bullet holes on the cat-car, Bai Luo immediately identified a sniper.

After all, it is impolite not to reciprocate.