Suzuki felt that he might have misjudged the situation.
After the gunfire, a search party did come out from the village.
But a class of Imperial Army soldiers were blinded.
He actually colluded with those anti-Japanese elements.
The blind and arrogant attack on oneself.
Warning shots from raised guns have no effect on these bastards.
Under the bright sunshine, the bullet was loaded again.
This time, he targeted the anti-Japanese elements who were hiding behind the Imperial Alliance Army and rushing up.
Kill two of them and these idiots will become honest.
boom.
A gray figure fell down in response.
The gunfire revealed his position, and the machine gun in the distance began to suppress him.
The nearby Imperial Army troops were lying on their backs and firing back indiscriminately.
Gunfire erupted instantly.
The bullets whirred as they hit the edge of the ditch.
Suzuki was quite satisfied with the effect of this shot.
Mao bent down and moved along the bottom of the ditch to a new shooting position. This time, he felt there was no need to be merciless.
Aim directly at the head of a puppet soldier who was happily shooting at his previous shooting position.
boom!
Gunshots rang out and people fell.
Pull out the cartridge case and load another round.
This rapid fire didn't have time to hit the head, and hit a puppet soldier in the chest.
Two of his subordinates were killed in succession, and the pseudo-squad leader was horrified. The "Eighth Route" sharpshooter lived up to his reputation.
At the moment when he lost consciousness, he was thrown to the ground by a good brother next to him: "Squad leader, that guy is very good at shooting, we have to run away."
The pseudo-squad leader looked at the corpses of the two unlucky brothers next to him and began to tremble in his heart.
In the face of death, all the boneless puppet soldiers were afraid.
You can do it by attacking more and taking advantage of the less, but this time the force came to the fore.
The opponent didn't fire many times, so he was able to hit the target with all his shots. Such an opponent was too powerful. He lost two brothers in the first place. He couldn't act like a hero!
Thinking about it carefully, the bullet that hit his feet earlier should have been a warning, as the "Eighth Route" people still have some scruples about lighting incense.
But now, if you don't know how to appreciate others, your life will be at risk. I finally understand why so many autonomous troops lie on the side of the road and dare not show their heads.
He immediately made up his mind not to act as a shield for those three princes again!
"Escape!" The pseudo-squad leader may not know how to direct a battle, but when it comes to escaping, he knows how to escape without a teacher!
After giving a shout, he spread his legs and ran north.
The nine puppet soldiers prayed in their hearts, Mr. Ba, please see clearly, we really have no intention of stroking your tiger's beard. We have all fled here, but you must not dare to fire a gun.
Maybe prayer worked, but the "Eighth Route" sharpshooters in the east really didn't fire!
After escaping a mile away with all their strength, the nine puppet soldiers jumped into a ditch and gasped like bellows.
Lost shoes, lost gun, pulled off military cap, lost bullet belt
After counting the number of people, except for the two dead brothers, there were nine people, a lot!
Wiping away the hot sweat, they trembled and thanked each other for not killing Master Ba!
Liu Yuanqing, who was following the puppet army, became furious.
Since they chose to attack, they could not take into account the casualties and ignored the fleeing puppet troops.
There were no puppet troops blocking the front. Seeing that they were about to enter a distance of 100 meters, they immediately ordered everyone to disperse and charge!
It takes about fifteen seconds to charge from a distance of one hundred meters, no matter how fast the rifle fires, plus the time to change the magazine.
The Japs can only shoot fifteen bullets from three bridge clips at most!
That devil is definitely not an ordinary person!
He decided to use numbers and flesh and blood to fight against the Japs sharpshooters.
That sniper rifle can withstand a 92 infantry cannon. Fifteen for one, it’s worth it!
Are you really a military policeman? Are you really a vegetarian on the Eighth Route Army?
Suzuki hopes that the Imperial Army will come.
It was the Imperial Alliance Army that came, and he didn't have high hopes for these ghosts.
It was not surprising that they would take off their clothes before the battle, and it would save them trouble if they ran away.
Seeing the thirty or so anti-Japanese elements spreading out behind them, they had already rushed to a position nearly a hundred meters away from them.
Suzuki smiled grimly and raised his gun again, knocking down an anti-Japanese element who had dispersed and came over from the south, and then changed positions with the cat.
The incoming machine gun ballistics roared overhead, and the random rifle bullets hit the wilderness and splashed up clouds of dust.
Suzuki turned a blind eye and continued to retreat eastward, away from the intensive impact point.
With his body pressed against the edge of the ditch, he felt that almost no bullets were flying over his head at this position.
Immediately, the gun appeared quickly, aimed, fired, and accurately silenced the machine gunner suppressing the attack on the south side.
Then he shrunk his head and retreated more than ten meters to the east, loading bullets into the rifle magazine one by one.
He suddenly stood up, stuck out half of his head against the ditch wall, and shot the chasing Autonomous Army one by one again.
A perfect shot means that every time a shot is fired, it hits a target.
After five rounds of bullets were fired, five of the attacking anti-Japanese elements were downed, but more bullets were fired back.
It’s good to have a good location.
If those anti-Japanese elements want to catch up with them, they can only use the wilderness as a target!
If you want to chase along the ditch, you can't form a formation. There is no difference between one person and ten people.
Suzuki retreated while fighting, emptying the magazine again and retreating to the first supply point.
It was a waste of time to press the bullet, and he groped from the edge of the ditch to the loaded rifle that had been leaning on the edge of the ditch, and raised the gun to aim at a figure.
The distance between the two sides was very close, and the person in the crosshair suddenly pulled the trigger.
There was a soft click, but the familiar feeling of recoil hitting the shoulder did not come.
My first thought was that the rifle jammed or was a dud.
Pull the bolt quickly to try to pull the jammed bullet out of the chamber.
I didn't expect the sight of a neutron bullet popping out.
Suddenly, I noticed that the bump on the ground that was supposed to be a pile of sand suddenly moved.
Suzuki was shocked, and a picture subconsciously appeared in his mind: Ninja!
He didn't have time to react further, swinging his rifle and hitting the thin figure hard.
The figure that suddenly emerged from the grass was able to move left and right in the narrow ditch, approaching quickly against the ditch wall.
The man held a bright short knife in his hand, and the sharp blade flashed in the sunlight.
The reflected sunlight hit Suzuki's eyes from time to time.
The bright light was dazzling, making Suzuki panic and confused.
Suzuki didn't react slowly and threw away the rifle.
He quickly took out the Nanbu pistol from his waist, and when he pulled the trigger, the dusty gray figure was already face to face with him.
A flash of white light flashed.
A cold feeling came from the left waist, followed by the cold feeling all the way to the right waist.
The barrel of Nanfang's pistol that had not yet been raised was held by the shadow and turned to the right.
Snapped.
Zhang Xiaodao, who was holding the barrel of the gun, immediately retracted his hand and said, "It's burning me to death."
Suzuki turned his arm sideways and tried to kill the man in gray clothes covered with sand in front of him with his pistol.
A heartbreaking pain suddenly came from the abdomen that was cut open by the other party.
He glanced down and saw that there was a cut across his abdomen.
There is almost no difference from seppuku. The water in the large and small intestines is pouring to the ground as soon as it is dry.
Zhang Xiaodao quickly raised his leg, intending to kick out the trembling Suzuki's Nanbu pistol: "Hey, I'm not as good as you when it comes to guns, but I'm your ancestor when it comes to knives!"
Being cut open in the abdomen would not lead to immediate death. Suzuki endured the severe pain, quickly retracted his hand to avoid Zhang Xiaohao's kick, pointed the pistol at Zhang Xiaodao, and pulled the trigger.
Zhang Xiaodao didn't expect that this little devil could even shoot with a gun even though he had the same intestines.
Quickly lean back.
Snapped
The bullet hit the wall of the ditch as Zhang knifed to the side.
Perhaps because of his physical injuries, Suzuki half stood up.
Whoosh. A bullet accurately hit the helmet on Suzuki's head.
It felt like being hit by a car, and the severely injured Suzuki was thinking about his last moments.
The buzzing mind suddenly recalled the battlefield weapon rules: weapons and ammunition carried with you must be destroyed when you know you are killed.
Before he died, this guy actually took off the grenade hanging on his chest and smashed it on the ground on the butt of his rifle.
Bang bang bang.
Mr. Li, who followed, fired continuously, and several rounds of bullets directly beat Suzuki into pieces.
"There are grenades!" Zhang Xiaodao rushed towards Li Laosan.
Xiao Hongying on the west side was sweating profusely.
Originally, he had been looking eastward, but when he saw Liu Yuanqing leading the charge, he immediately wanted to jump out of position.
But he was pulled back by the soldier next to him.
Bu Xiangying was angry: "Let go"
"What are you in a hurry for? Li Laosan and the others are outflanking us from the east, and it's hard for the Japanese to fly!" the observer muttered nearby.
The soldier held on to Xiao Hongying and refused to let go: "Platoon leader Liu and more than thirty comrades were nearly half taken down by the Japanese! Can you just stay behind and take advantage?"
Xiao Hongying was helpless: "What's your name?"
