The shell gun fires rapidly at close range, and it is not difficult for the first bullet to hit the target.
The second shot can hit the target.
A jumping muzzle generally doesn't give the gun owner this chance.
As a result, most people have to change the shell gun to be held horizontally and shoot, and use the muzzle jump to form a fan sweep for a rough shot.
Xiao Hongying took the lead in shooting.
A puff of smoke flashed from the muzzle of the gun in Madman Yang's hand.
He didn't like the luck-based shooting method of the shell gun.
Habitually using the shell gun as a pistol, the shooting mode of jumping and shooting is really useless.
Four rifles fired one after another, and the four Japanese fell down in response.
The first round was easy to hit, so after firing the second round, you readjusted the muzzle to find the target.
The Japs are not dead targets and will wait for sneak attackers.
On the battlefield, those who react slowly have a much greater chance of dying. Well-trained soldiers quickly turn their guns.
Xiao Hongying had shot a lot with the shell gun, but never at such a close range.
It would be bragging if he wasn't nervous before the gun was fired, but as soon as the gun was fired, the fierceness in his bones had already exploded.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to fight the Japanese. The target was so close to the target more than ten meters away, so there was no need to aim at it.
Holding the gun with both hands, naturally it is impossible to flatten the shell gun.
After knocking down a Japs with the first shot, he pressed the muzzle of the gun and quickly pulled the trigger twice without hesitation.
Bang bang
The two gunshots were rapid and rhythmic.
The second bullet fired hit the arm of a Japanese soldier whose rifle had turned half a circle. The third bullet penetrated the Japanese soldier's left ear and came out of his right ear, bringing out a pool of blood.
There were so many Japanese who turned around that Xiao Hongying lowered the muzzle of her gun and fired the fourth and fifth bullets.
These four bullets hit the Japs chest, which had turned the muzzle of the gun. The fifth bullet hit the Japs right side of the face directly. Perhaps the Japs turned his body quickly and almost missed the target.
The shell guns next to him were firing intensively, and the shell gun that Zhang Xiaodao had leveled had been beaten into a fan.
The popping sound is crisp and nice
It's a pity that except for the Japanese who hit first, all nineteen bullets missed the Japanese.
The enemy was so close that all the consecutive shots missed the target.
The intensive gunfire made the Japanese who shouted about enemy attack extremely nervous.
Some of the Japanese did not turn around immediately, but subconsciously sought cover on the spot.
The Japanese who turned around with his rifle did not give Zhang Xiaodao a chance to breathe.
A Japanese superior soldier used the standard tactical action of hitting a moving target, and locked the muzzle of Zhang Xiaohao's figure.
The process of your brain moving your finger to pull the trigger only takes a very short time.
At this time, the muzzle of a certain gun jumped and arrogantly emitted two extremely rapid gunshots.
Before the Japanese finger pressed the trigger, the first bullet hit the Japanese body first.
He pressed the trigger with his finger, and his body was slightly deflected by the bullet that came from close range.
Then the rifle bullets came out and rushed towards Zhang Xiaohao.
The bullet whizzed past Zhang Xiaodao's ear.
The shell gun in Liu Yuanqing's hand has hit the fifth target.
Madman Yang had just fired his third bullet. Although the shooting speed was slightly slower, every shot hit the Japanese in the head.
The first unlucky Japanese was shot in the back of the head, the second was shot in the temple, and the third Japanese who had turned around was shot in the chest.
At close range, automatic weapons are far more powerful than Japanese rifles.
Xiao Hongying had already killed the sixth Japs at this time, and by this point, the Japs were lying on the ground.
There are no more Japs who can fight back.
The Japs in front and on the flanks heard the intensive gunfire from the heavy fire positions behind them, and immediately realized that they had been taken back by the Eighth Route Army.
The pig growled and began to call back for help.
Xiao Hongying did not hesitate and quickly shot the head of the target she had hit previously.
After all twenty rounds of ammunition were fired, she immediately squatted on the ground and pulled up the rifle that was a little heavy for her behind her back: "Liu Yuanqing, you idiot, quickly grab the machine gun array and leave."
Liu Yuanqing looked at the corpses of Japanese soldiers on the ground, raised his thumb and said, "Instructor Red is mighty!"
"Get out quickly!" Madman Yang screamed as he picked up the grenade and pulled the grenade from the Japanese.
Liu Yuanqing kicked Zhang Xiaodao: "Don't worry about those rifles, hurry up and pick up the ammunition box."
Zhang Xiaodao was immersed in the annoyance that twenty rounds of bullets only hit one target.
I have never used a shell gun before, but I have heard from veterans that when I use it, I have to fight it.
This time the shame was thrown into grandma’s house.
He quickly picked up the ammunition box and ran away.
Madman Yang tied two glorious elastic ropes behind the Japanese corpse, and then jumped into the sorghum field to the east.
The returning Japanese soldiers moved quickly. After more than twenty Japanese soldiers lay down or squatted to set up a warning, another sergeant who led the advance finally saw the battlefield situation clearly.
The elites who usually walked around in high spirits were all lying on the ground.
A quick scan of the scene revealed that all the elite warriors had been shot in the head, without exception!
The Japanese medical soldiers were a little confused. The situation at the scene was a bit miserable, and there was no way to rescue them in the order of serious and minor injuries on the battlefield.
To be precise, there is no need to bandage to stop bleeding.
Subconsciously, he stretched out a finger and blocked the hole of the gun that was slowly leaking out of his brain.
The sergeant ordered a warning on the spot and did not dare to rashly order his men to pursue them.
"The girl seems to have hit six of them, and she hit her more swiftly than I did." Liu Yuanqing hid in the sorghum field playing with a crooked machine gun, tilted his head and muttered to Madman Yang who was playing with a grenade next to him: "Look, She didn't even blink when she put the gun in the kid's head."
"Ruthless enough!" Madman Yang nodded.
"We have always thought that the shell gun is a useless thing, but this evil smoker has actually shot it." Liu Yuanqing said as he released the crooked light machine gun bolt.
A new round of shooting is ready.
As long as Xiao Hongying's sniper team kills the Japanese commander, he will follow up and give the Japanese a ruthless attack.
The principal next to him, Xiao Hongying, had her big eyes behind the rifle scope.
The sight of the scope was narrow, and the high beams blocked part of the line of sight, making it impossible to see clearly who the Japanese commander was.
Observer Zhang Xiaodao held up the telescope and muttered: "Counting from the Japanese with a towel on his chest on the left, the fifth one should be a Japanese official."
"You mean that pig kidney face?"
"Yes, can you hit it?"
"Just watch it!"
boom.
As soon as he finished speaking, a bullet came out of the barrel and passed through the gaps between countless sorghum poles.
Hit the Japanese observer accurately in the chest.
To kill an enemy on the battlefield, there is no need to hit the enemy in the head.
As long as the enemy is shot in the torso, no matter where it is, it is basically impossible to have a chance to fight back.
Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaodao thought that the observer with the telescope was a Japanese commander.
In fact, this is not his fault. Only commanders in the Eighth Route Army have binoculars.
He also forgot that he was holding a telescope in his hand.
The sergeant who was attacked responded immediately: "Two o'clock to the east, shoot!"
The Japs on the ground heard the sound of gunfire, and before the sergeant gave the order, the muzzle of the gun was already pointing in the general direction of the gunshot.
After the Japanese Sergeant issued the shooting order, the sound of rifle shooting immediately rang out.
A round of rifle bullets broke countless sorghum poles.
Chug tug tug.
Suddenly there was the roar of a light machine gun from the one o'clock direction.
One of the three bullets fired hit the sergeant in the chest, and then the machine gun trajectories wreaked havoc among the crowd of Japanese squatting on the ground to fight back.
One of the squad's second lieutenants died, followed by two sergeants, and the remaining third sergeant immediately took over the command.
The gap between the magazine of the light machine gun's bridge clip.
The third sergeant screamed at the top of his voice: "Everyone get down, fight back, fight back!"
The distance between the two sides is not far.
The sound of gunshots came in rapid succession.
The convoy behind was not far away, and the Japanese observer standing on the roof of the driver was holding a telescope and constantly reporting the battle situation to the captain below the car.
Due to the obstruction of the green gauze tent, the observers could not see what was happening on the other side of the battlefield.
He just guessed that the reconnaissance team was attacked by the Eighth Route Army. He kept repeating how many people there might be in the Eighth Route Army, what kind of guns they had, and how many shots were fired.
The quality of observers is really poor!
Hearing this, the captain had a bad idea and wanted to pull this idiot down and slap him ten or eight times.
The gunfire was intensive, and the captain's heart felt like he was being hammered hard.
He even had the illusion that if the two detective team members on the roadside hadn't reported the news, the entire brigade might have been ambushed.
Thinking of this, he once again ordered his artillerymen: "Prepare tea bombs!"
"Your Excellency, our warriors are still ahead." The assistant's expression changed drastically.
The captain smiled ferociously: "They have gas masks!"
