The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the horizon a bright red, as if indicating that a killing was about to begin.

The master of this killing is naturally the Dragon Boat Festival.

He held the machine gun and had quietly touched the place less than fifty meters away from the Guizi Post.

Not far away, in front of several tents, the Japanese officer was talking.

Because it was night, the Japanese officers were worried that there would be bandits attacking each other at night, so they told the Japanese soldiers to be strong and start allocating groups for the Japanese who were serving night.

But this created an excellent opportunity for Dragon Boat Festival.

The Japanese were lined up in two rows and stood on the mountain road. At the gun of the Dragon Boat Festival, they could see it at all.

The Dragon Boat Festival was slightly cheering, and with a low "click", the safety of the machine gun was quietly opened, and the Dragon Boat Festival's fingers were gently pulled on the trigger.

Twist! Twist! Twist!

A series of gunfire suddenly rang out, like summer thunder, instantly tearing the tranquility under the setting sun.

Bullets were like angry bees, gushing out from the Dragon Boat Festival's tightly grasped machine guns, and rushed straight towards the two rows of unprepared Japanese with a harsh whistling sound.

The last row of Japanese devils were instantly shrouded in dense firepower networks. When the two Japanese devils hit the lane one after another, the other Japanese reacted.

One of the Japanese had just turned around and wanted to see clearly what was going on. A bullet was hit in his chest. The whole person flew back like a kite with broken strings, falling heavily into the soil, splashing a piece of dust.

Immediately afterwards, more Japanese were shot and fell down, some were hit on the head, and fell to the ground like dead dogs.

Some did not die immediately after being shot, but rolled on the ground in pain, but could only watch their companions fall down one by one, but they were powerless.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder, which was intertwined with the afterglow of the sunset, forming a tragic and tragic picture.

The remaining Japanese were frightened by this sudden attack. They fled everywhere in panic. Some tried to find cover to hide, but found that there was no place to hide in apart from the bare rocks and sparse trees around.

Some lie directly on the ground, hold their heads with their hands, and pray for God's mercy with trembling.

However, the Dragon Boat Festival machine gun was like the sickle of the god of death, mercilessly harvesting the lives of the Japanese. Every gunshot was accompanied by a Japanese man who received a box of lunch.

On the mountain road, the screams of the Japanese, the cry for help and the roar of machine guns were intertwined, like a scene like hell.

The Japanese officer was shocked and tried to organize resistance, but the Dragon Boat Festival machine gun fire was too fierce and he had almost no time to react.

After a few rounds, the originally neat queue had already been broken.

Most of the Japanese were shot dead, and the timid Japanese lay on the ground and dared not get up.

However, at this moment, the Japanese officer saw the puppet army not far away and ordered loudly: "Hurry up, fight back, fight back!"

When the puppet soldiers heard the orders of the Japanese officers, they looked at each other, and their hearts were filled with fear and hesitation.

But the Japanese kept howling. If they did not obey the Japanese orders, they would definitely die when they returned.

So they had to bite their teeth, tremble their legs, and slowly push forward.

However, when they had just taken a few steps, the Dragon Boat Festival machine gun rang again.

Taking advantage of the time when the Japanese called for the increase in the army, Dragon Boat Festival had already pressed twenty more bullets in the bullet bucket of the crooked machine gun.

The machine gun bullets poured down like raindrops, instantly knocking down the puppet troops who rushed to the front to the ground.

The undead Japanese lie on the ground and twitched, and the bright red blood flowed out from under them, like bright red streams.

This scene made the remaining puppet troops even more frightened. No matter how much the Japanese urged them, they would not dare to take another step forward.

Seeing this, the Japanese officer was so angry that his face turned pale. He waved the sword in his hand and roared hysterically, but the puppet army was so scared that they dared not move. If the Japanese did not rush, they would not rush.

The Japanese officer gritted his teeth in anger and could only order the remaining Japanese to launch a counterattack and prepare to go to the puppet army to command in person. If any puppet army does not obey orders, he will directly chop them down.

However, fate did not seem to have intended to give the arrogant Japanese officer any chance to take chances. Just as he stepped out of the bunker and was about to rush over to organize the puppet army's attack.

A 6.5mm machine gun bullet approached quietly like a messenger of death, hitting his head.

At that moment, time seemed to solidify. The skull of the Japanese officer accompanied by his military cap drew a strange arc in the air, and then fell to the ground weakly, making a dull sound.

He felt as if his soul had been removed from his body. After a few steps, he fell to the ground and splashed with dust.

The bright red blood flowed out along the wound that was missing the size of a bowl.

Seeing this, the puppet soldiers were all shocked. They widened their eyes and made dry swallowing sounds in their throats, as if they even had difficulty breathing.

They had never seen such a tragic scene, and they had never thought that they would face death so close.

The Japanese soldiers who were still trying to counterattack were also shot and fell to the ground with the roar of machine guns. Their heads exploded one after another like bursting watermelons. The scene was so tragic that it was unbearable to look at them.

"What kind of shooting skills is this guy?"

The puppet soldiers exclaimed in their hearts. They looked at the machine gun that kept spraying flames in the distance in disbelief, and their hearts were filled with fear.

The Japanese have been wiped out, and the puppet troops who were forced to take up weapons and work hard for the Japanese have not had much loyalty at first. They only had one idea at this time, which was to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

However, at this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "Run towards Phoenix Mountain! There are woods over there, so you can hide!"

This sentence seemed to have become the only life-saving straw for all puppet troops, and they rushed towards Phoenix Mountain regardless of their own efforts.

They passed through the battlefield filled with smoke, crossed the corpses of their companions, and some puppet troops even threw away the guns in their hands.

In their eyes, this thing is far less important than their lives.

What's more, even if their lives are gone, what else do they need guns?

When the Dragon Boat Festival looked at the puppet troops fleeing in the desert, they were slightly happy because the place they escaped was Phoenix Mountain, where there was a mountain sculpture comparable to the living king of hell.

Of course, even if there is no mountain eagle, he doesn't want to chase him, because he wants to simply clean the battlefield, take the Japanese machine gun with him, and then go back to the camp to save people.
Chapter completed!