"Baga Yalu, since you are looking for death, then I will help you!"
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! ...
Under the indifferent eyes of Dragon Boat Festival, under the watch of a crowd of Chinese people.
The little Japanese pilot knew that he couldn't do anything, so he fired three shots in a row, praying that one shot would hit the man on the roof of the building to provoke him!
All the people looked along the muzzle of the little Japanese pilot's gun. The god-like man was still standing there.
At this moment, he was like a majestic mountain, standing in front of everyone.
The inexplicable chill turned into a white light, flashing in everyone's eyes, and then a gust of cold wind blew by, and everyone felt a chill coming to their faces.
One second passed, two seconds passed, three seconds passed,...
A minute passed and the man was still there. He didn't even move. But the three bullets that flew out of the gun disappeared into thin air.
After the shock, everyone suddenly cheered. The little devil can hit eight hundred meters and can hold a thousand rounds of bullets in the Southern Fourteen Style, but he couldn't hit that man.
"Did you see it? Just when the little devil fired, there was a flash of cold light, and all the little devil's bullets disappeared."
"Yeah, I felt it too, a chill that made my hair stand up."
"Is that the Eye of the Sky? Just look at it and the little devil's bullet disappears?"
"Let me tell you, if you are an ordinary person, who can stop so many cruel little devils?"
"This is a godlike man."
"It must be my old Chinese ancestors who showed up and sent such a god to come down to earth to save us."
"Yes, yes, that must be the case!"
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Many Nan'an citizens who did not understand the situation speculated that Duan Wu was a divine general.
But in fact, the cold light and the disappearing bullets were all imagined by them.
Of course, some of it is true.
For example, the cold light is the light of the sun reflected by the bullet in flight.
When the bullets disappeared, they were all empty and flew past Duanwu.
Everything is just a normal physical phenomenon.
Of course, we can't blame the people on the south bank for being ignorant. Because at that time, people’s knowledge was still too narrow.
At that time, people did not have mobile phones, computers, or televisions. The only way to get through to the outside world is to listen to people from other places tell us about their experiences, or to read newspapers.
But at that time, not many people could read, not to mention not many people who could afford to read newspapers.
Therefore, most of the people of that era were superstitious. It was normal to imagine that the Dragon Boat Festival was a god.
But at this moment, the little Japanese pilot knew what was going on. This broken gun at 14 o'clock in the south is not enough for 50 meters, let alone 800 meters.
So he thought the bullet had missed.
Seeing that something was not going well, the little Japanese pilot knocked through the crowd and tried to escape.
But at this moment, a Type 38 rifle was already aimed at his head.
Unlike the Southern Type 14 pistol, the Type 38 rifle was enough to make a kid proud. Whether it was its gun body design or accuracy, it could be ranked among the advanced rifles of the time.
boom!
The gun rang out, and the Japanese pilot fell to the ground like a dead dog.
The bloody hole on his head was shocking.
But at this moment, none of the people watching were afraid, and instead they all cheered.
Because that arrogant little devil was finally dead, and in his hand, he still held the Southern 14-style magic gun.
One of the young men picked up the magic gun and said: "We are going to send this magic gun to the front line. If the independent regiment has this magic gun, it will definitely be able to kill more little devils."
"Yes, this brother is right. If this gun is sent to the front line, the little devil will no longer be the opponent of the independent regiment."
"Bagaya road!"
Just when the onlookers were about to send the Southern Type 14 pistol to the front line, the roar of the little devil suddenly came.
It turned out to be the Sakura Group, the intelligence department of the Little Devil, who received the news. One of the Empire's best pilots landed in the concession.
Pilots are very noble, whether in modern times or in that era.
Because the training of a pilot does not know how much financial and material resources it will cost. An ace pilot needs tens of millions of dollars to start.
So when some Japanese soldiers saw the pilot landing on the south bank, they immediately contacted the headquarters.
The headquarters did not dare to neglect and quickly issued orders to the Sakura Group in the concession.
The Sakura Team dispatched agents to come to the rescue, but all they saw was a corpse. There is also a Chinese young man holding the pilot's pistol.
A Japanese agent thought it was the young man who did it, so he pulled out his pistol and fired several shots at the young man.
The young man fell in a pool of blood, and many people looked at the group of men in black in surprise.
Suddenly someone shouted: "They are Japanese, the little devils killed people."
"Run!"
In panic, people fled in all directions.
But the little devil was heartbroken and crazy. In order to vent his anger, he shot at pedestrians indiscriminately. No one knew how many people were killed or injured.
Dragon Boat Festival was about to turn around and jump off the concrete fence. But at this moment, I saw a few men in black killing innocent people.
Duanwu didn't know who the other party was, but Duanwu would never tolerate killing my people.
Two hundred meters away, a man in black was killed with one shot. The other men in black couldn't find where the bullet came from.
The man in black was stunned, not wanting the second shot to follow, and another man in black fell.
"ah?"
A man in black was surprised because the bullet came from across the river.
He raised his head to see what was going on, but a bullet had already penetrated his head.
The rest of the men in black fled in a hurry. They were good at using violence on some unarmed people, but when they met a real strong man, they ran faster than a rabbit.
After two more people were killed by Dragon Boat Festival, the rest of the little devils had already escaped without a trace. They didn't even have the courage to fight against Dragon Boat Festival.
The place where the incident occurred was at least 230 to 250 meters away from the roof of the Sihang Warehouse. At such a distance, not to mention they were holding pistols, even rifles were no match for them.
What's more, at this time, the military and police also returned.
Although the Japanese are not afraid of these British lackeys, they at least cannot let the other side catch the evidence.
What's more, things are changing subtly because the Japanese plane accidentally injured the British consul.
Because just imagine, if the little devil dares to slap the British consul in the face, isn't that the same as slapping the British Empire in the face?
Originally, the British consul was very dissatisfied with the Japanese occupation of Chinese territory. Because China, this big piece of cake, has always belonged to them, the old colonialists. And Japan was originally just a colony of theirs.
But at this time, the wild monkeys in these colonies wanted to jump out and share the pie with them. It would be strange if they were happy.
However, in Asia, their military strength is really limited, otherwise they would never tolerate such a thing happening.
Therefore, after the attack on the British consul, the British attitude changed 180 degrees.
Originally, when those military police saw Japanese agents shooting Chinese people, they would never intervene. But this time, they started arresting people directly! ...
