The thug gun is a semi-automatic pistol.

Continuous shooting requires continuous pulling of the trigger.

Bullets sprinkled at the unprepared group of Japanese devils in the dark.

The selection of target order is very simple, first kill the Japanese guard post who was holding the gun.

Then, from near to far, shoot one by one.

The individual assault tactic is not a one-man charge, but generally consists of three people, one person conducts an assault head-on, one person covers firepower, and one person guards the situation.

Mainly suitable for urban street fighting.

A person who charges more than thirty Japanese devils is an act of dying in his eyes.

Although the Japanese engineers are not combat troops, their basic tactical qualities are still not bad.

The engineers work, and the Japanese infantry guards are routinely guarded by them.

The Japanese infantry who reacted, knew that they had already fallen at a disadvantage at this time, still quickly pushed the gun and pulled the bolt to rush towards Yang Chengzhi.

Trying to block the night attackers with flesh and blood.

Yang Chengzhi was focused. He remembered that the theoretical maximum firing rate of the shell gun reached 900 rounds per minute!

Once, during the training of the military police, Liu Yuanqing once reached an astonishing 80 extreme rate of fire during the ten-meter target test of the shell gun... including three times to change the magazine.

If the gun chamber had not been unable to withstand the high heat generated by gunpowder gas when the bullet was fired, the rate of fire could have increased at least twice!

There is another reason why one-tenth of the theoretical firing rate can only be achieved in actual combat. The human wrist cannot withstand the recoil of continuous shooting.

Yang Crazy's arm muscles were tense, and he tried to keep shooting two shots in a second... and paused for another second and rushed into the flock of Japanese sheep like a hungry wolf.

As the muzzle shot continued to rise and sink, the three Japanese who rushed towards him were almost all shot twice in a row.

Madman Yang continued to shoot, targeting the Japanese engineers who had not yet come back to his senses.

The legs slowly intertwined, moving forward step by step, with steady steps, ignoring the Japanese engineer who fell and twitched under his feet after being shot.

He believed that no one could fight back when he was shot twice in a body at such a close distance!

One Japanese engineer after another fell down, whether looking for useless cover on the spot, or trying to get up and run away.

Nineteen, twenty...

After counting the last two numbers, Yang Fengzi quickly pulled down the magazine and quickly adjusted the direction to insert one end of the full magazine into the mullet shell gun.

At this time, he did not consider whether the Japanese guarding in the green gauze tents on both sides of the highway would come.

Killing is like a numb meaning number. Without a perverted mentality, you can't kill without blinking.

Seeing one enemy after another fall under the gun, Yang Fengzi couldn't help feeling a sense of pleasure.

Amid the harsh screams of the Japanese, he stepped over a corpse of the Japanese again and hissed and shouted: "Captain...brothers, I avenge you!"

The fast and slow machine fired forty bullets and pulled out another thrust shell gun.

Short magazine, ten bullets were almost exhausted in three seconds, the last magazine was inserted and fired again...

There were still two Japanese who rolled and crawled west to drill into the green gauze tent...

No one expected that someone would dare to sneak into the location of the Imperial Army's most heavily guarded baggage location.

The Japanese holding pickaxes and shovels were just trying to avoid the roaring rain of bullets.

There is no one in this world who is not afraid of death, let alone these rich Japanese engineers.

The Japanese who were in charge of guarding the warriors in the green gauze tent suddenly heard the dense sound of mullet guns on the road behind him.

I understood that the Eighth Route Army had sneaked in again, turned around and ran toward the road behind me.

Unfortunately, it takes time to walk through the dense green gauze tent...

Seeing that no one of the Japanese lying on the ground was shot at least twice, Yang Qianzi was surprisingly calm.

He knew very well that when he heard the gunshots, the Japanese who were guarding in the green gauze tent must have gathered here.

The normal reaction must be to rush into the green tent immediately.

If a person is not even afraid of death, he will naturally be surprisingly bold.

So, he didn't do that.

He turned around and rushed forward, pulling up the body of a twitching Japanese engineer in front of him, and leaning across in front of him.

"It's so unlucky!" He cursed and touched the corpse of the Japanese engineer in front of him for a long time... There was no grenade hanging on his chest.

He pulled off the rifle behind him and habitually pulled the bolt to check the bullet compartment, and the bullet was full.

Quickly point to the green gauze tent on the west side of the highway.

Then, take off the four grenades on your chest and put them in a row.

His face was covered with a gas mask and he was not breathing smoothly.

Yang Qianzi lifted it open and felt that the garlic smell in the air seemed very weak, so he simply pulled it off and threw it aside.

He looked up at the car a few meters away, with ammunition boxes piled up there.

Quickly take out the mullet gun bullet from the backpack and start pressing it into the exiting magazine one after another.

Not far from his face, a devil who was not dead was scattered. Looking at the action of the killing god in front of him, he almost forgot that the pain came from the wounds on his chest and abdomen. His mind was full of the ruthless killing of the previous person in front of him...

"Enemy attack...ah..." stared at her big eyes, struggled and screamed so hard that the blood from the wound flowed faster.

When he met the man who shouted in front of him, Yang Crazy remembered that this guy was shot twice in the chest and abdomen.

Instead of shooting, he grinned at this guy.

Looking at the devilish smile, the Japanese engineer was immediately scared... and suddenly it turned black...

In addition to excessive blood loss, this person's brain drowsiness has entered a permanent protection state...

Uh...is what is usually called scary...

Crazy Yang occasionally looked up and observed the Japanese screaming and squirming, and had no time to re-shot them one by one.

Continue to lie on the ground and slowly press the bullet into the magazine.

But his movements didn't seem very straightforward.

Finally, the cross-bound magazines were pressed into half of the side, and quickly turned the magazines and continued to repeat the magazines.

A straightforward and orderly...

A trio of Japanese soldiers who rushed out of the green tent were quick and alert.

Two people held guns to guard the situation, and one of them observed the situation.

Under the dim moonlight, the car that was rolling over to the ground, and the Imperial Army lying all over the ground was built.

It feels...at least half of them are still moving...it should be twitching.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Precaution!" The leading Japanese soldiers shouted.

Then he subconsciously ran to the group of Japanese devils who had fallen all over the ground.

Hope there is still a living mouth.

The Japanese who were holding guns and alerted rushed onto the highway, pointing at one side of the highway, shaking left and right to prevent someone from shooting black guns in the green gauze tent.

I subconsciously thought that I must have become the target of my opponent hiding in the dark at this time, and my scalp was tingling but I had to do so.

It seems...it doesn't seem to be heard?

Soon, another Japanese trio shook his muzzle and came out of the green gauze tent on the west side of the highway.

The muzzle immediately pointed at the three Japanese on the road and shouted loudly: "Put down the gun!"

"Report to the juncao of Kuo, it's me!" The alert Japanese who almost pulled the trigger was scared to death and quickly sang: "When our team came over, we didn't find any enemy!"

"Search now! Find out the situation!" Kuao Juncao heard that it was his subordinate's voice and immediately ordered.

"Report, there is a living mouth!" The top soldier who was touching the carotid artery on the ground turned around and shouted.

"What the hell is going on?" Hearing the sound, the military commander jumped onto the road in a few steps and ran to the top squatted down next to the top squad.

A Japanese man who was shot twice but was not dead, his lungs were shattered by bullets and could not speak. He had to raise his hand to point at the location of Yang Fengzi, and he tried his best to burst out his words from his mouth: "Enemy..."

"Enemy attack..." Yang Crazy Man, not far away, suddenly spoke and screamed strangely.

He threw a grenade that smashed his cap to the Japanese who had been keeping alert.

Then he emerged from the hiding Japanese corpse, and the rifle in his hand aimed at the body of the sergeant, which was only five or six meters away.

The shell gun was not strong enough. At such a close range just now, half of the Japanese were still moving...

Bah Gouer...

The black gun came too suddenly at close range.

The soldiers looked at each of their chests and backs, and fell down in response to the sound.

On the narrow highway, four Japanese soldiers who came over immediately discovered the flash of the muzzle.
To be continued...