According to the information Lao Zuo provided to him, among the many buildings in this base, only three are the most important.
One is the "field"-shaped central building where Lu Feng and the others were imprisoned just now.
This is a place that integrates many functions such as a prison, a bacterial gas production factory, and an experimental research laboratory.
The second one is a long row of two-story buildings to the south of the central building.
This is the dormitory where the technical personnel of the Kamo Army live. Except for a few senior officers, almost all the "researchers" of the Kamo Army live here.
The last one is the row of headquarters buildings to the south of the dormitory building.
That is the office of the Kamo Army, where all important documents such as experimental data and personnel files are stored.
The three buildings are all on a line, and there is a passage connecting them throughout. One end of the passage is the south gate of the base.
After Lu Feng walked from the passage of the central building to the dormitory downstairs, he turned a corner and came to the open space in the northeast corner of the dormitory.
Here, the "technicians" of the Kamo army who had been awakened were gathering one after another in this open space nearly the size of a football field.
Compared with the soldiers, these "researchers" were very clearly dressed, so even if they were all wearing gas masks, Lu Feng was not worried that he would identify the wrong person.
These people are Lu Feng's primary targets.
Lu Feng knew very well that compared to production equipment, research materials, etc., people were the key to the Kamo army.
These demons disguised as "doctors" are the ones who need to be eliminated the most.
With Japan's current production capacity, if they destroy the factory, they can still build it again. If they burn the research data, they can still collect it by conducting relevant experiments.
But if this group of people is eliminated, it will take a long time and energy for the Japanese government to train a group of professional "talents" for gas warfare and germ warfare.
Using the searchlight on the roof of the building, Lu Feng roughly counted the number of people in the open space.
Over two hundred.
Lu Feng walked through the open space in such a grand manner and came to a north-south path behind the open space, almost parallel to the gate passage.
On both sides of the path, there are low green trees planted, which are as dense as a half-person-high wall.
When Lu Feng squatted down, his figure was completely obscured by the shadow of the green tree.
"Gather, gather, start roll call."
Following a burst of shouting, a large group of "technicians" began to gather in the open space.
A man who looked like an officer stood downstairs in the dormitory, and the others faced each other and listed teams.
"Yoshimura team, report."
"one two three four"
"Tanabe team, report."
"one two three four"
"one two three four"
In the shadows, Lu Feng was also counting silently.
On his right side, arranged in three rows and three columns, were nine magazines for the Type 92 machine gun.
The one with 13.2mm diameter.
In that armored vehicle, Lu Feng found a total of a thousand rounds of such bullets.
But there are only ten magazines.
So I didn't bring the extra winger with me.
After placing the magazines, Lu Feng took out the box of gas bombs and counted them one by one.
There are still thirty-two rounds in total.
After recalling what he had just seen, where the Japs were densely packed, Lu Feng arranged the gas bombs in several rows on the left hand side.
Loaded one round into the grenade.
Subsequently, the Type 92 machine gun in the equipment column was taken out and replaced with a loaded grenade.
Set up a gun.
The magazine of the machine gun in his hand only has a capacity of thirty rounds, and there are more than three hundred targets in front of him.
At such a distance that the forwards can smell the farts of those in front of them, the accuracy requirements are no longer that high.
What replaced it was the persistence of firepower.
Try to cause as much damage as possible before the opponent reacts.
So Lu Feng chose to put the machine gun out and fire it manually to reduce the time of changing the magazine.
The gun was pulled open, and Lu Feng's finger was on the cold trigger.
There is no need for a sight and almost no need to aim, because the enemies you want to destroy are all in front of you.
Directly ahead, the "technicians" of the Kamo Army have completed a personnel count.
It can be seen that they have rich experience in dealing with such emergencies. In just a few minutes, the troop members who were still resting in the base completed their assembly.
Not one is missing.
"Very good. You are worthy of being the elite of our Empire of Japan. Your response is very timely. I am very satisfied with it."
"I'm satisfied too."
Lu Feng whispered.
Then, he pointed the muzzle at the queue farthest from him and pressed down with his fingers.
"Boom boom boom boom"
The roar of the heavy machine gun drowned out everything.
Only after personally using this Type 92 machine gun did Lu Feng understand why the Japanese called it a "machine gun."
In Lu Feng's field of vision, after these 13.2 mm bullets were fired from the barrel of the gun, they exploded everything in front of them like hot-tempered elves.
Yes, it's not a blood hole, nor is it a penetration in the ordinary sense.
Instead it exploded.
On the trajectory swept out by Lu Feng, the bodies of the Japanese exploded one after another, leaving a large piece of flesh and blood empty where they were hit.
It turned into debris flying all over the sky.
After the ferocious bullet detonated the first person, it penetrated the second person's body without losing momentum, then the third, fourth, and fifth.
Flowers of flesh and blood exploded all the way.
Its power can indeed be called shocking.
The continuous tongues of flame ejected from the muzzle illuminated everything in the open space, and the previously frozen land below showed signs of softening due to the terrifying heat.
Because there is no fixed bracket, Lu Feng can only control the gun with his own strength.
Heavy recoil force hit Lu Feng's body again and again, and the force was no less than being hit by a bullet.
As a result, Lu Feng was pushed by the recoil and slid into the trees.
But Lu Feng didn't care about these things at all. He tried hard to adapt to the change in the muzzle angle caused by the back seat, and firmly pressed the muzzle into the formation of Japanese soldiers.
In just a few seconds, Lu Feng emptied the 30-round magazine. In exchange, there were nearly a hundred mutilated Japanese corpses in the open space in front of him.
If you look down from a high place, you can find that the corpses are distributed in a standard fan.
It's as precise as cutting with a knife.
"Enemy, enemy attack, enemy attack!"
It wasn't until the gunshots stopped that someone finally shouted. Then, everyone began to run away in panic.
In the bushes, Lu Feng had already replaced a new magazine.
"Click"
Accompanied by the crisp sound of the gun being pulled.
Death's scythe began to swing again.
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