"Young Jaap Sharpshooter? Let me teach you..."
"You've got nothing to teach me."
Ma Zhongyan heard that the Japanese had a sharpshooter and wanted to compete with him.
Duan Wu quickly grabbed the other person's pants but only pulled them down.
Ma Zhongyan was caught by Duanwu, but her pants were pulled down to her waist.
Ma Zhongyan screamed, and Duanwu quickly stopped.
Duanwu laughed, and Ma Zhongyan cursed while lifting his pants: "You officers are so perverted, why are you pulling my pants?"
Duanwu smiled and said: "I have a wife, why should I pull your pants? I'm afraid that you will be beaten to death by the Japs sharpshooters."
Ma Zhongyan said disdainfully: "Tsk, I've never lost in a shooting competition."
Duanwu thought to himself: "You are really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. You have never lost before. If you lose once on the battlefield, you will be in trouble."
Duanwu asked: "Do you know what kind of gun you are holding?"
Ma Zhongyan said disdainfully: "Mirror boxes are also called box cannons. Who doesn't know this?"
Duanwu smiled and shook his head, and then said: "This kind of gun is actually called a Mauser C96 automatic pistol.
It was developed by the German Mauser brothers and named after Mauser. The gun is 288 mm long, has a caliber of 7.63 mm, and weighs 1.24 kg. It has a 20-round magazine and a 32-round magazine.
The muzzle velocity of the bullet is 425 meters per second. The shooting mode is single shot and continuous shot. The shooting speed is 900 rounds per minute. The effective range is 50-150 meters.
This pistol has the advantages of high power, reliable action and easy use, and is widely spread in many countries around the world.
Counterfeiting has been around for a long time in China, but the quality is uneven and often jammed.
Because its holster is a wooden box, it is called a box gun in China. If it is equipped with a 20-round magazine, it is called a big-bellied box gun. Its gun body is wide, so it is also called the big mirror. Those with fully automatic functions are also called speed machines. "
Ma Zhongyan listened to Duanwu's introduction, then looked at the gun in her hand, and even didn't recognize it.
At this time, Duanwu continued: "This is a pistol, and its effective range is only about fifty meters. Shooting to 150 meters is the limit of this gun.
Your gun is pretty good, it was originally produced in Germany. If it were a Chinese imitation, its effective range would only be about fifty meters.
At this time, the little devil is about 250 meters away from our city wall. At this distance, no matter how good your marksmanship is, you will not be able to hit, but the little devil can easily blow your head off. "
"I don't believe that a little devil can be so evil?"
Ma Zhongyan didn't believe it, but Duanwu sneered and said, "By the time you believe it, it will be too late. There will be an extra hole in your pretty little head."
Ma Zhongyan gouged out Duanwu, but Duanwu didn't mind, because the fact that she still had an expression could only mean that she was still alive. If she had no expression, she was probably dead.
In order to prevent Ma Zhongyan from taking risks, Duanwu personally demonstrated: "At this distance, you must use a rifle.
It can be said that the little devil's Type 38 rifle still has its own uniqueness. His effective range can reach 380 meters to 460 meters. Even a rifle can't hit the target at this range.
Moreover, its accuracy is very high, and its shooting recoil is small, which makes its shooting very stable.
Of course, in addition to the superior performance of the gun, the most important thing is that the shooter must be excellent. Otherwise, no matter how good a gun is, it can only be a trophy for the enemy. "
As he said that, Duanwu dodged from the crenel and aimed a shot at a Japanese sniper who was lying on the edge of the trench and was taking aim.
boom!
Pull the trigger and dodge back again.
Ma Zhongyan wanted to stick her head out to take a look, but was pulled back by Duanwu.
Sure enough, with a bang, a bullet hit the blue brick at the crenel, and a series of sparks flew out.
"So fast?"
Ma Zhongyan was surprised because Duanwu just dodged and then pulled the trigger. In such a short time, the enemy not only discovered him but also shot him.
Duan Wu smiled slightly and said: "This is a competition between sharpshooters. You are only 0.1 seconds away from death."
Ma Zhongyan asked: "Then, is the Japanese sharpshooter you fought dead?"
"Dead, he can't be alive under my gun."
Duanwu replied, and then moved his position. Because the little devil has discovered him and will definitely keep his eye on him.
So the Dragon Boat Festival must change to another place. And while he was walking at a slouchy pace, he said: "The devils have sharpshooters, and no one is allowed to show their heads without my order."
"Yes Yes!"
The bandits were looking for him, and they really didn't expect to meet such a good commander. When in danger, he would not let them go, but he would do it himself.
But Lao Abacus was not so lucky. Duanwu walked up to him and put his hat on his head.
"Tuan, Tuanzuo, you are trying to trick me again."
Old Abacus is smart. Giving him his hat will attract the attention of the Japanese.
Duanwu smiled and said: "It's okay, you kid is very lucky, you can't die. And no matter how fast the kid's shooting skills are, you can't hide as fast as you can. Just use the gun to draw the kid's attention without firing. .”
After that, Duanwu patted Lao Abacus on the shoulder. He still had faith in this brother's ability to save his life.
If it's shooting and bayonet fighting, I'm afraid even these bandits are inferior to me.
But when it comes to escaping, these bandits probably have to take Lao Baanpan as their teacher.
But Lao Abacus really doesn't want to do this kind of hard work. The little devil's bullets don't know people.
But he had to carry out Dragon Boat Festival's orders.
Looking left and right, I found a clever little kid. This kid had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He didn't have much meat on his body. He looked malnourished at first glance.
Old Abacus smiled obscenely and said: "Come on, little darling, come on, come on, I have a good job here."
The boy was young and mature, and teased: "Pull him down, this is a fatal matter, where is the good job?"
Old Abacus scolded: "It's hard to be a good person these days, and others don't want promotion opportunities."
The boy was not fooled, because he saw that the little devil's marksmanship was perfect, and when he went out wearing this hat, he accidentally got a hole in his head.
Old Abacus had no choice but to do it himself. He put on his Dragon Boat Festival hat, tiptoed to the crenel, then put his head out to take a look and then quickly retracted.
But there was no movement, as if all the little devils were gone.
Lao Abacus naturally didn't believe it. With his cautious character, he definitely couldn't stick his head out again.
He grabbed the gun of the bandit on the side, took away the helmet of a little devil, and then slowly stretched it out from the previous position.
boom!
As soon as the helmet appeared, a hole was punched in it by the kid's Type 38 rifle.
Duanwu took the opportunity to dodge and shot the Japanese sniper hiding in the grass.
The little devil thought he was hiding secretly, but Duanwu had noticed him a long time ago. And the little devil may not have thought that they are at the lower level and the Dragon Boat Festival is at the upper level. He thought that he would be safe if he could not see the Dragon Boat Festival, but little did he know that the Dragon Boat Festival had a very wide view when standing on the city wall, and he locked it early.
The two Japanese snipers received the lunch boxes one after another, and the other Japanese sniper Alexander. Grandma and the others didn't dare to imagine who the other party was. They heard the sound was from their 38-type rifle, but for some reason, the gun hit them more than 200 years away. They even suspected that there was also a sniper in the hands of the enemy. rifle! ...
"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.
