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

Chapter 179 Sugimoto 1 is about to shake people up

Bai Luo put down his 191 precision marksman rifle, pulled out a Barrett sniper rifle from the carriage, and quickly cocked it.

Raise the gun, aim, pull the trigger—all in one smooth motion.

next second.

"Boom."

A thunderous sound echoed across the snow-covered land.

The Japanese sniper who ambushed the silly girl performed a head-disappearing act the moment the shot was fired.

The loud gunfire startled the Japanese soldiers who had been preparing to advance while Bai Luo was being suppressed, sending them back to the low-lying area where they had been hiding.

Sugimoto Ichimoku, who was behind him, was also startled by the loud gunshot. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the sniper's head explode to his right.

Moreover, the headless body was still shaking incessantly.

Bai Luo's shot extinguished Sugimoto Ichimoku's initial rage, and reason instantly took over.

He whispered to the messenger beside him.

"Cease the attack and pass the order down."

Hi...hi.

The Japanese messenger, pale-faced, stared at the still convulsing corpse of the sniper and stammered out Sugimoto Kazumoku's order.

Then, somewhat unsteadily, he crawled toward the Japanese soldiers beside him and relayed Sugimoto Kazumo's orders.

Within minutes, all the Japanese soldiers received Sugimoto Kazumo's orders.

When the Japanese soldiers received Sugimoto Kazumoku's order, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

After the shot rang out at Barrobart, they all instinctively looked around to see who had been shot, and then most of the Japanese soldiers quickly spotted the Japanese sniper whose head had exploded.

The Japanese soldiers felt a chill run down their spines.

Fearing they would be next, the Red Army soldiers on the other side were clearly enraged. Seeing the gruesome state of their fallen comrade, the other Japanese soldiers did not want to be hit by such a shot.

Sugimoto Ichimoku also realized that the Red Party on the other side was no simple force, and that his well-trained soldiers were no match for them, especially since their weapons were in no way inferior to his own.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Sugimoto's mind; he felt he had caught a big fish in the Red Party.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain how a random Red Party squad could defeat over 100 of his elite soldiers so easily that they couldn't even lift their heads.

"Radio soldier".

Sugimoto Ichimoku became increasingly convinced that his suspicions might be true. They were currently trapped here and unable to move at all, so he decided to call for reinforcements.

A short while later, a Japanese soldier carrying a radio climbed up to Sugimoto Kazumo's side.

"Send a telegram to the city of Yuan, requesting Commander Shigeshige to send fighter jets to assist. There is a high possibility that there are high-ranking Red Party leaders here. Request tactical guidance."

"Hi."

Upon receiving the order, the radio operator immediately dismounted his radio and lay on the ground to send a telegram to the city.

Bai Luo saw that the Japanese soldiers hadn't made a move for a long time, and knew that they were probably scared by his gun, but he couldn't keep dragging this out.

"Silly girl, drive backwards first and see if you can lure that Japanese sniper out. Remember to drive in reverse."

Upon hearing Bai Luo's words, Silly Girl immediately climbed onto the cat car and began to reverse.

Bai Luo immediately became fully alert, carefully observing the movements of the Japanese soldiers, but even though Sha Niu had already retreated almost 200 meters, the Japanese sniper on the other side still hadn't made a move.

"Xiao Luo, should we continue pouring?"

Bai Luo, who was lying prone behind the earthen slope, suddenly heard Sha Niu's words on the radio. He glanced at the location of the chief of staff and others in his mind and realized that they had already retreated to the field hospital.

After thinking for a moment, he answered.

"Go back to the field hospital and take the chief of staff and the others to retreat first. Tell them that these Japanese devils are not ordinary and to quickly find another way to go."

"So, do I still need to pick you up later?"

"No need, I'll find my own way."

"it is good."

Watching the silly girl drive away in her cat-themed car, Bai Luo thought that the silly girl was just obedient. She would do whatever he asked.

No unnecessary chatter or wasting time.

Just as Bai Luo was feeling sentimental, the Japanese soldiers in his mind, who had been as still as turtles, suddenly started to move.

Two minutes earlier, Sugimoto Ichimoku also received a report from the sniper that the jeep on the other side was already withdrawing.

Sugimoto Ichimoku's eyes narrowed instantly; the other side was trying to run away.

"Shoot that car!"

"Captain, it's no use. The windows of the car on the other side are bulletproof. We can't stop it."

The sniper said with a hint of helplessness, but also breathed a sigh of relief.

Kimura just fired his shot and then got his head blown off by the enemy sniper.

He didn't want to follow in Kimura's footsteps.

"Baka yarou. We can't let them all get away. Imperial planes will be here in less than an hour. Go after them!"

As soon as Sugimoto Kazumo gave the order, the Japanese soldiers immediately emerged from their bunkers and ran in the direction the cat-car had fled.

After Bai Luo noticed the Japanese soldiers starting to peek out, he immediately poked out the muzzle of his Barrett rifle and began to pull the trigger.

"Bang bang bang bang bang."

In less than 5 seconds, Bai Luo emptied a magazine, quickly took out another magazine from his storage space, and inserted it. At this moment, the Japanese soldiers who had already poked their heads out retreated again.

Seven more Japanese soldiers' corpses were left on the snow.

It's clear that Bai Luo killed two people with one shot each.

"Baka yarou! Get up and charge! There's clearly only one sniper left on the other side to buy time. Charge in, flank from both sides, capture that sniper alive, and skin him alive!"

Sugimoto Ichimoku cursed angrily from behind, but he wisely kept his figure hidden. However, this didn't stump Bai Luo.

Upon hearing the shout from the Japanese soldier opposite him, Bai Luo immediately pulled out a rocket launcher from his spatial storage and, with the help of the monitoring radar, confirmed the exact location of the Japanese soldier in the direction of the shout—more than 500 meters away.

Before the Japanese soldiers in front could react, he strode up the earthen slope and fired a rocket at the depression that Sugimoto Kazuki had been looking at.

Bai Luo's action gave the sniper in the Japanese army an opportunity. Just as Bai Luo pulled the trigger, he felt the danger sensor alarm going off again, which startled him so much that he rolled down the embankment.

The next moment, a bullet flew over the embankment.

"Boom,"

Bai Luo's rocket instantly hit the direction Sugimoto Kazumo was looking.

At this moment, Sugimoto Ichimoku's entire body was charred black, and blood was gushing from more than 10 places all over his body. If the bleeding wasn't stopped, he would bleed to death soon.

"Medics! Medics!"

The Japanese soldiers around Sugimoto Ichimoku, after recovering from the aftershocks of the explosion, immediately discovered that their battalion commander was seriously injured.

He immediately asked the medics accompanying the team for help.

The sniper, who had missed again, only glanced in the direction of his battalion commander before continuing to keep his eyes on the weapon Bai Luo had left on the embankment. He couldn't give the enemy a chance to retrieve it; its power was no different from that of a cannon.

Bai Chuan Yi Xiong never imagined that someone could not only easily shoot and attack his captain under his gun, but also dodge his bullets twice in a row.

Not only that, the opposing sniper rifles were numerous, each with a larger caliber than the last.

The gun that could blow someone's head off in one shot was one thing, but this kind of heavy machine gun from an Imperial warship could do the same.

He can withstand the recoil.

But this was the first time he had ever heard of a sniper rifle that could rival the power of an artillery.

Is the other side made of iron? Can a person withstand the recoil of a shell?

This question lingered in Bai Chuan Yi Xiong's mind for a long time.