The thunder stones made during the Dragon Boat Festival are like black clouds.
This thing was made temporarily during the Dragon Boat Festival. If you follow common sense, the thunder stone needs to dig a hole in the middle and bury the explosive inside.
But there is no such time in Dragon Boat Festival.
And drilling requires a professional master and tools. This won't work.
But Dragon Boat Festival had its own method. He had some explosives from the Japs, and then he took off the shirts of a few Japs and picked up some gravel and bricks to make a simple thunder stone.
This thing fell from the sky and directly blocked the little devil's charging path.
The little devil instinctively felt that something was not good, but at this time they had no way out. There were explosions of grenades behind him, and even the Japanese machine gunners were drowned in the violent explosions.
They had never seen such a terrifying tactic, using grenades instead of guns. It's like picking up grenades for free.
Of course, the Dragon Boat Festival was indeed a free hand grenade, given by Fujiyama Japanese.
The old devil ran away, but left a lot of good things for Dragon Boat Festival. Especially grenades, which have the most bullets.
There are also eight grenade launchers, but they are rarely used when defending a city. At least not now.
What Dragon Boat Festival was waiting for was for the little Japs to attack the city gate and greet them directly with grenades.
This is the most common tactic used in the Dragon Boat Festival. It uses superior firepower output to quickly annihilate the enemy's effective forces, thereby expanding the enemy's advantage and seizing the initiative on the battlefield.
Otherwise, although the location on the city wall is advantageous, if we shoot the little devils one by one, there will not be enough people to die.
But the most important thing is that the Japanese troops are much better than ours. There are only a hundred defenders on the south wall of the city, including one during the Dragon Boat Festival.
So if there was a back-and-forth fight with the Japanese, and half of the Japanese were not dead, the defenders on the city wall would be cold.
This is not advisable. It is the stupidest way to fight. No matter how many people are hit like this, they will not die.
Therefore, Dragon Boat Festival would never do that. He would eat the Japanese to death bit by bit. At least before dark, they would not be able to enter the city.
Boom!
After a huge explosion sounded, the Japs who rushed in desperately at the gate of the city fought and flew out.
The huge explosion was deafening, and the debris flying everywhere was like cannonballs.
A Japanese soldier who was more than twenty meters away from the explosion point was directly penetrated by a diamond-shaped stone.
The little devil was still standing, but he was already dead. On his right chest, there was a round blood hole the size of a bowl, which looked extremely horrifying.
The remaining Japanese soldiers were disgraced and fled in disgrace.
They had never fought such a battle before. They were all going well at first and had already attacked the city according to the original plan. However, the situation suddenly changed and the opponent directly used grenades to repel them.
Grandma, who can bear this? There were more grenades dropped than there were men.
"shooting!"
At this moment, Duanwu gave the order to shoot.
The little Japanese escaped and lost their will to fight. This was the time for them to take advantage.
At this time, the little devils are just living targets. They turned their backs to Duanwu and others and ran desperately.
Duanwu killed the Japs commander with one shot to prevent him from reorganizing a counterattack.
boom! boom!
At this moment, Ma Zhongyan also fired. She used a shell gun. Sixty meters away, two little Japanese were hit and fell to the ground.
With such shooting skills, Dragon Boat Festival can only say "cow". If Ma Zhongyan was not a woman, Dragon Boat Festival would at least give him a job as a company commander.
If nothing else, his marksmanship is enough, and he has the talent of a sniper.
But the other bandits are too average. Five out of ten people hit is not bad.
But fortunately, the little devils at this time had no intention of fighting. They were just running for their lives and didn't even notice that their opponent's marksmanship was really bad.
But Captain Kira is not just for a living. He has been holding a telescope to observe the battle ahead.
At first, when his vanguard approached the city wall, he was a little bit happy, because he felt that maybe he had overthought it, and the enemy was far less powerful than he thought. He even felt that his opponent was not arranging an empty city strategy, but that his troops were really empty.
However, he could only smile for three seconds before everything changed. Countless grenades were thrown from the city wall, and his vanguard was as if they were sitting on a barrel of explosives.
After the bang, no one was left, leaving only a dozen people who were beaten like rabbits by the enemy.
It's just that the enemy's marksmanship is really not that good. Within a hundred meters, more than thirty people can't take down a dozen running imperial soldiers.
"Yoohee!"
Kira found the weakness of the Chinese defenders, their marksmanship was not very good. Bayi Chinese website
He ordered: "Call our snipers. I will defeat our enemies at a position of two hundred meters and let them see how powerful our Imperial Japanese Army is."
"Hi!"
The little devil ordered the soldiers to find snipers, but even in Kira's battalion, there were only five people who could be called sharpshooters.
Their longest record can hit the target at a distance of 380 meters, and this is without the aid of an optical sight.
And if you use the optical sight, the bullets within four hundred meters will be almost flawless.
After receiving the order, these five people divided into five directions and quickly approached the southern city wall.
After Duanwu killed an escaping Japanese soldier, out of the corner of his eye he spotted a single Japanese soldier approaching the city wall.
This is very unusual. Is it necessary to attack the city if a single soldier approaches? This is simply impossible.
Therefore, Duanwu speculated that the other party must have other purposes.
His eyes moved left and right, and he saw two more Japs. One of them disappeared into the grass in a flash, while the other Japs got into a trench.
"Three Japs?"
Duanwu only saw three Japs. He was wondering what the three Japs were going to do, but at this moment, one of the bandits was suddenly shot in the head and flew back.
Duan Wu came closer to check the wound, and it turned out that he was shot in the center of his eyebrow. The bullet penetrated the back of his head, and he was already dead.
"Snipers are Japanese snipers. Stop shooting and hide."
Duanwu shouted, but the bandits didn't understand what a sniper was.
They were stunned, and two more people were shot.
"The sharpshooter is the devil's sharpshooter."
Dragon Boat Festival finally realized that the bandits had no idea what a sniper was. The word sniper came from the West. At least it's not that popular yet.
At this time, when Duan Wu changed his mind and said he was a sharpshooter, the bandits finally understood and quickly retreated and hid under the crenel.
But even so, one of the bandits was shot, covering his head and howling as if he was killing a pig.
Duanwu went over to take a look, but the scalp on the top of his head was scratched. Obviously this kid had to hide quickly, otherwise his head would have been overturned by the kid's bullet.
But the bandit was still screaming, as if he was about to die. Duanwu kicked the opponent angrily and cursed: "It's just a scratch, why are you calling me an egg?..."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
