As a veteran who has been in the army for three years and has been a machine gunner for one year, Matsuda Uchiho has no concern about the prisoner riot in front of him, and even has a little more joy in the upcoming massacre.

The prosperous city should not be owned by the lowly Chinese. Only the Japanese Empire could own such a wealthy land. He could send more money back to the empire and enjoy the Chinese flower girls at will. If it weren't for these lowly Chinese people's overestimation of their ability to resist, they had now completely occupied Shanghai, the largest and most prosperous city in the East. So, in the early winter, they would still lie on the cold land? Damn the Chinese...

Matsuda Uchisu silently cursed the Chinese soldiers who did not let him enjoy life early, while grinning down the trigger. There would be no suspense. The thirty bullets in the Taisho 11 machine gun he held in his hand could send the more than 20 lowly Chinese people in front of him to hell.

"Ba Gou'er", at this moment, with a crisp gunshot, Matsuda Uchisho, who was about to pull the trigger, a blood red filled his eyes, and accompanied by permanent darkness.

His fingers had already pulled one-third of the machine gun trigger, and the remaining two-thirds became a distance that this fanatical militarist soldier would never overcome in his life.

A sharp bullet entered the middle of the eyebrows, the fragile brain was stirred into a ball, and the brain nerves were cut off instantly. The fingers that had received the pulling instructions were left with unconscious convulsions. Such a force was not enough to pull the trigger with a spring stuck.

The bearded and the soldiers who stood up and prepared to fight desperately were already unlucky to face the machine gun, but what they saw was a blood flower blooming on the head of the Japanese machine gunner.

In the faint night, the red and white cereals suddenly bloomed, and the strange scene made the soldiers who had seen countless deaths tremble collectively.

That shot was not only accurate, but also ruthless.

The red one is blood, and the white one is...

A headshot.

The warhead embedded with the Liu Langya Seal burst completely due to structural changes when it was shot into the human tissue. It rolled in the Japanese brain and released all the kinetic energy, completely disrupting the brain tissue, while the huge energy that had nowhere to vent opened the skull.

Dam's bullets, 95% of the mortality rate of shots in the head, 70% of the mortality rate of shots in the chest and abdomen, 30% of the mortality rate of shots in the limbs, and even Article 5 of the Nazi military regulations stipulates that warheads are not allowed to be used.

Liu Lang proudly told the inventor Captain Clay, the British Army, with a deep tooth mark, that in terms of copycats, the whole world submissive to China, that is not unreasonable.

Following the direction of the gunshot, the soldiers with goosebumps were subconsciously turned their heads and saw a big man in a panic jump out of the bullet crater less than ten meters away...

To be more precise, he was a fat man, a fat Japanese sergeant with a few black bars on his face, which looked a bit like the faces in Peking Opera.

The soldiers of the National Army were also shocked.

If the big flower face calmly pulls the bolt, and bends over and holds the gun flat, it looks like a fat cheetah hunting, and is very imposing, but what is the military uniform that is obviously two-sized, revealing white fleshy arms when he is doing his movements?

To put it in a modern word, it is -----What the hell?

The remaining three Japanese soldiers had a much better reaction than the Chinese soldiers. At the moment they heard the gunshots, they quickly judged the enemy's attack, and did not care about shooting the prisoners in front of them. They all leaned over and turned their guns and pointed at their side - the position of the Type 38 rifle that they were very familiar with.

If it is during training, Liu Lang said he would not be able to applaud these three Japanese devils. He would have very standard individual combat movements to protect himself while also attacking the enemy.

Unfortunately, it is now a battlefield, not a training ground. The Japanese army, whose overall strength is much stronger than the Chinese army, should rarely encounter such individual attacks. Their reactions are quick but too dogmatic.

If it weren't for the Type 38 rifle in their hands with a total length of more than 1.7 meters.

During the rolling movement, the 1.7-meter-long spear must be pulled out from under the body and raised it. The time taken is enough for the enemy to send them to hell.

Of course, this dogmatization is just like this in Liu Lang's eyes.

The seventy years of era difference is an insurmountable barrier for these Japanese soldiers. If it weren't for Liu Lang, the most elite special forces soldier from later generations, the impeccable standard individual actions of the three Japanese soldiers would not kill the enemy in one fell swoop, but there was almost no problem with persisting until reinforcements came.

At least, from the eyes of some dazed soldiers, Liu Lang couldn't see how much hope they had.

During the war, a fully armed Japanese army would carry 120 bullets and 2 grenades. In the eyes of all soldiers, a big flower face holding a rifle is really not a big chance of winning. Six Japanese standard grenades can blow the big flower face into large pieces of pork belly, and they can still be fried directly in the pan.

The most fierce attack is the best defense. Liu Lang, who jumped out of the crater, did not want to fight a protracted battle with these three. After killing the machine gunner with one shot, Liu Langping jumped out of the crater with his gun.

While watching the three targets that had been observed, they fell to the ground and rolled in search of cover, Liu Lang calmly pulled the bolt and shot the farthest soldier who was trying to pull out the spear under him with one shot.

In the horrified eyes of the soldiers of the National Army, Liu Lang threw the 38th style with a bayonet in his hand, nailing the soldiers who had already poked out the muzzle ten meters away to the ground with a track straighter than the trajectory of the bullets in its barrel.

"Ah~~~~" A scream that was not like a human sounded in the soldiers' ears. The bayonet, which was more than 30 centimeters long, penetrated into the neck of the Japanese soldiers lying on the ground.

The spinal nerve that was cut off in an instant had completely blocked the movement of the Japanese body below the neck. The Japanese army, who were nailed by the spear, now expressed their expressions in addition to hissing and howling, were the only way to lift their heads with a helmet because of the huge pain.

It was like a long snake that had not completely died, with a limp whole body, leaving only a snake head with a big mouth and a hideous appearance that proved it was far from real death.

The fierce killing made the soldiers who had been through the battlefield feel numb. This fat military officer who rebelled was such a ruthless character.

"Male Gobi, if you don't help, I'll be dead." Before the remaining Japanese soldiers fired, Liu Lang spread his arms forward and leaped forward.
Chapter completed!