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Chapter 268 High-Power Sniper Weapons

On the east bank of the Nujiang River, the special commissioner from the military headquarters watched batch after batch of expeditionary soldiers crossing the river, and from time to time he would step forward to ask where Battalion Commander Lu Cheng was now.

Every soldier would proudly say: "Our battalion commander is still killing the devils on the other side, he will definitely be the last one to come back!"

Although these soldiers were dressed in dirty clothes and had dirty faces, each of them was in high spirits and had murderous aura, and they were obviously elite at first glance.

Moreover, the 92 heavy machine guns, grenade launchers, and mortars one after another showed their battle results.

Some soldiers even carried two or three rifles on their backs, and they were all extremely proud.

In the city of Zenda, many Burmese Chinese who had withdrawn earlier did not leave, but stayed and waited for Lu Cheng and his soldiers to cross the river so that they could thank them in person.

Not only that, the people of Zenda City also took out their surplus food and fruits and warmly entertained every soldier who withdrew from the west bank, making many soldiers feel the gratitude and support of the people for the first time in their lives.

Originally, after learning that the Japanese were about to attack, the people of Zenda City were ready to flee. It was Lu Cheng and his men who held the Nantianmen for two days, blocking the Japanese army and buying time for defense on the east coast, which saved the people of Zenda City from fleeing.

As a result, the people of Zenda City were naturally grateful to these brave soldiers and would come to the river every day, waiting for the return of the heroes.

In the crowd, a young and beautiful girl was also looking forward to the return of her beloved.

But they waited from day till night, but Lu Cheng never returned.

It was not until it was completely dark that dozens of commandos followed a rope and reached the east bank of the Nujiang River.

At this time, the soldiers who had crossed the river in batches had already arranged defenses and set up machine gun positions on the riverside.

With the addition of Yu Xiaoqing's regiment, the entire defense line on the east bank of the Nujiang River was quite solid.

Seeing the last batch of commandos crossing the river, Long Wenjian immediately went to greet them: "Where's the battalion commander? Why didn't he come with you guys?"

"The battalion commander said that he would give Takeuchi Renzan a big gift before crossing the river again."

"Hey, it looks like Takeuchi Renzan is going to be in trouble again."

Meng Fanle looked at the Nantianmen on the west bank of the Nujiang River and laughed, "Our master is really restless. That old devil Takeuchi must be driven crazy by the torture. Do you think that old devil will commit suicide in the end?"

"It's hard to say. It depends on how thick-skinned he is."

"If I were Takeuchi, I would commit seppuku as soon as possible."

"Alright, alright, everyone, take this time to rest. Especially the brothers in the artillery camp, set up the light and heavy mortars, prepare the last shells, and be ready to provide artillery support to our battalion commander at any time."

The commandos also stayed by the river, ready to wait for their battalion commander to cross the river before resting.

If we were to say which of the people Lu Cheng brought back admired Lu Cheng the most, it would definitely be the commandos.

Especially the fifty commandos who initially retreated from the airport, they followed Lu Cheng all the way to eliminate batch after batch of Japanese devils and won battle after battle. They witnessed with their own eyes how powerful and abnormal Lu Cheng was, and had long regarded Lu Cheng as their god.

If Lu Cheng led this group of people to attack the Japanese division head-on, they would follow without hesitation.

It can be said that this group of commandos already look like special forces members.

Compared with the scientific and rigorous training of later generations, the veterans who fought on the battlefield had much stronger on-the-spot reaction ability and psychological quality to face life and death. What they lacked was good physical fitness and some professional skills and tactics.

It was late at night. Lu Cheng hid alone in a distant jungle to rest for a few hours. After he had regained his energy, he came to the vicinity of Nantianmen again.

The Takeuchi League was also frightened by Lu Cheng. Even though they knew that Lu Cheng's troops had retreated to the east bank and even though they were already standing on the Nantianmen, they still heavily guarded the surroundings to prevent another sneak attack.

However, these people could never imagine that Lu Cheng was a cheating player.

With the 2000-meter scanning range of the thermal sensing radar, coupled with the epoch-making advanced night vision goggles and infrared imagers, Lu Cheng can clearly detect the distribution of Japanese personnel from a certain distance, where the Japanese have the most people, where the Japanese artillery camp is, where some important equipment is located, etc.

Afterwards, Lu Cheng could directly snipe from a long distance.

As a level nine special forces soldier, a special warfare king who surpasses human limits, Lu Cheng's sniping level is also at a strategic level. The sniper weapons he uses are naturally not limited to various types of sniper rifles, but also various types of artillery.

Compared with sniper rifles, howitzers obviously have a longer range and greater lethality.

Combined with the storage space, it can be moved at any time, so that you can move to another location after firing a shot. This overcomes the disadvantage of the inconvenience of moving artillery and is simply a perfect sniper weapon.

The British 3.7-inch field howitzer weighs 400 kilograms and has a maximum range of 5500 meters. Even the sniper rifle in Lu Cheng's cross-border backpack cannot achieve such a long range.

He found a suitable position, adjusted the shooting angle, aimed the two howitzers at the two places where the Japanese were most densely packed on Nantianmen, then quickly fired two shots, immediately put away the two guns, turned around and left.

Not long after, the Japanese mortar shells fell towards the place where Lu Cheng had just fired, but they missed.

Throughout the rest of the night, two shots would be fired from Nan Tianmen from time to time, killing or injuring several or even dozens of Japanese soldiers on Nan Tianmen.

At first, they fired back a few shots from Nan Tianmen, but in the end they realized that it had no effect and they could not find the enemy at all. They could only accept their fate and stop resisting. They just dispersed their personnel as much as possible to minimize casualties.

Intermittent artillery fire rang out all night long. The Japanese soldiers on Nantianmen were tortured to the point of excruciating pain. More and more soldiers were injured by the artillery fire, and the medical team of the Takeuchi Corps was also busy all night.

On the east bank of the Nujiang River, Long Wenjian and a group of veterans listened to the artillery fire all night. Every sound of artillery fire meant that the battalion commander was still fighting the Japanese.

Long Wenjian could sense something was wrong: "Each time, there were two shots from the British mountain artillery first, followed by the Japanese light and heavy mortars. Do you think the battalion commander could be carrying two mountain artillery pieces and shooting at the Japanese?"

"Deputy Battalion Commander Long, you are not kidding, are you? Those are field howitzers, each weighing 400 kilograms. Even if our battalion commander is the King of Chu, he can't carry two howitzers around, right?"

"So what do you think is going on? I remember someone saying that after eliminating all possibilities, the one that remains, no matter how outrageous, could be true."

"Oh, we are so dead, and we have read the British Sherlock Holmes? Not easy."

"I haven't read any Morse or Radish, I just heard someone talk about it. Is this a novel written by an Englishman? Excuse me, why don't you tell us about it?"

"I've only heard a little bit about it. Let our battalion commander tell you about it later. Look, isn't that our battalion commander?"

Everyone looked in the direction Meng Fanle pointed, and saw a figure swimming towards them against the turbulent waters on the Nujiang River not far below.

After a while, the figure had crossed the Nujiang River and arrived at the east bank. He wiped the water off his head, revealing a handsome and resolute face.

The first rays of morning sun shone on him, and the water droplets on his body and head refracted into rays of light.

At this moment, in the eyes of all the soldiers on the East Coast, their battalion commander was a triumphant god...