In the sun.

"Report to the battalion commander, Xiao Wuzi and Li Laosan pursued the bandits, and were shot black by an old man in the village at the entrance of the village..." The correspondent came back to report with sweating profusely.

"What?" Hu Yi subconsciously opened his eyes: "You said...the villagers?"

"Li Laosan said that the villager was not an ordinary person. He shot Xiao Wuzi in the head thirty meters away from the shell gun. Moreover, the old guy had a rifle in his hand. He hid in the sorghum ground and changed it to cover it several times, but he was still bitten by the other party. If it weren't for the distance, he might have died under the other party's gun..."

No matter what the reason Cangzhou Road attacked the wounded in the Eighth Route Army, they deserve to die!

Killing more than a hundred Cangzhou Road congregations finally avenged the victims.

The beam has been built.

Dead hatred.

How to deal with conflicts with villagers?

South of the village, sorghum.

Without caring about the stinging pain in his eyes, Hu Yi sat on a stretcher and was carried by two soldiers, and quickly walked along the ditches between the sorghum ground to the edge of the sorghum ground near the village.

Perhaps when I was in the battlefield of life and death, the stinging pain in my eyes behind the telescope seemed to have weakened a lot.

Li Laosan pointed to the village and kept showing Hu Yi. On the open land between Gao Sora and the village, the body of the young Wuzi who died was a little blurred in the sun.

The tingling sensation of eyes came again, Hu Yi put down his telescope and closed his eyes and asked, "Are you saying that the person in the village has accurate marksmanship?"

"Yes, I retreated and lay on the ground at least five meters away from the edge. He was still discovered by him. If I hadn't been lucky, I would have just shrunk my head when the guy fired, and maybe he would have died under his gun at this time."

"Are anyone familiar with the situation in this area?"

Li Laosan touched his head: "I have been to Qinghe County before. I was walking in the water by boat. I didn't pay attention to this village..."

"Found the village first and don't get too close!"

"Company Commander... Do you think the people in the village have anything to do with the people we killed?" Li Laosan and the Ninth Camp did not have a long time, but he also knew it.

Hu Yi shook his head: "There must be a relationship, but it shouldn't be too deep... Otherwise, they wouldn't sleep in the sorghum..."

"Well, it seems that's the case..."

...

The three groups of warriors sent by Dashi Xiong to track down the Eighth Route Army were all killed in an attack.

The Japanese correspondent who was delaying the observation did not even see the Eighth Route Army. He was frightened and rushed south to report the news.

This guy didn't notice it. He followed two ghostly figures at the edge of the green gauze tent not far behind him.

The yellow military bag of shit is close to the color of the half-cooked sorghum, and the distance is a little farther away, and it is impossible to distinguish it at all.

"Who is the command!" A bird's song came from the sorghum ground.

The Japanese correspondent running in front kept silently, shouting birds and responding to the order: "&#@..."

After answering the password, continue running south.

He ran past the roadside guard post and said hello.

The two "Japanese men" who followed were not well-equipped.

The Japanese who hid on the roadside sorghum, alerted him again: "Who is the command!"

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the big dog's face: "Fuck you. Damn the Japanese, what a fuck I'm your grandfather."

"Baga! It's the Eighth Route Army." The guy hiding in the green gauze tent had already raised his gun and was ready to fine-tune the target and shoot.

Hiding in the blue gauze tent and holding a gun to shoot is a big problem. If the rifle moves left and right, it will be blocked by the sorghum pole.

The big dog ran fast on two legs, ignoring the Japanese guard post and continuing to go south.

The Wenwu, who followed closely behind, raised his mullet gun and shot two times at the sorghum ground.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The warhead broke more than ten sorghum poles and fell to the ground without any strength before reaching the Japanese.

It is true that the Japanese are not afraid of death. Those two guys will naturally not give up the opportunity to shoot at the second target.

Bomb...

Two rifle bullets flew out of the blue gauze tent.

The sorghum pole seriously affects the fine adjustment of the rifle left and right, and the sorghum leaves affect vision.

It is almost impossible to shoot at a lateral moving target with a rifle!

This is what Liu Yuanqing said!

A three-person group that followed the big dog Wenwu was sneaking into the sorghum field next to him.

"Baga! Why are you still standing there? Go out and kill them quickly." The Japanese in the sorghum ground were still ringing in their ears. They quickly shouted to their companions and went straight to the road outside from the warning cover.

The trio who had just crashed into the dense sorghum field and couldn't understand it when they heard this ghost cry.

But the Japanese shouts were extremely clear.

A sound of military uniforms rubbing against sorghum poles, and a Japanese man took the lead in the sorghum.

Finally, the leader of the three-person cover who tried to squeeze out the sorghum and drilled deep into the ground: "Go back!"

Big Dog and Wen Wuquan chased the Japanese observer to the south, and sold all their backs to the Japanese.

The Japanese who had just left the green gauze tent knelt half-kneel, raised his gun and quickly pulled Wen Wuquan's back figure, who had not yet run away, into the sight of the sight.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!!!"

The dull gun sound of the muffle gun suddenly rang out.

At the same time as the gunshots, another Japanese man just came out of the green gauze tent.

Bang bang bang bang...

Three more bullets flew over.

Each time you shoot, two of them hit the Japanese body and the third hit the Japanese head.

According to Liu Yuanqing, if the pistol shoots the moving target, if the first bullet hits the enemy's head directly, a bullet can't be hit even if it is empty.

If you first shoot the enemy's body, the enemy will naturally change from a motion state to a stationary or low speed state after being shot, and then give the enemy a fatal blow.

On the battlefield, the pistol has too weak lethality, so you must also prevent the enemy from being shot and not being killed.

Therefore, the best way to shoot is to shoot two shots first and the last shot to the enemy's head.

This shooting principle makes sense. The muzzle will jump up when shooting a muzzle.

The first shot hits the enemy's abdomen or back based on feelings, because the area of ​​a normal person's abdomen is four times that of his head and is easy to hit.

The second shot hit the chest, and the chest was also four times the size of the head.

After hitting the third shot, the enemy's head that basically stopped moving after being shot is almost certain.

The two Japanese shots were shot six times each, and the wreck guns were really not very lethal... The two Japanese left bullet holes as thick as little fingers on their heads, and were surging blood...

Not penetrated... Maybe it was because of wearing a steel helmet.

Two soldiers dragged the Japanese guard post into the sorghum ground, and the third soldier took the engineer shovel and quickly shoveled the blood-stained soil on the ground and threw it into the sorghum ground.

The Japanese correspondent opened his mouth and pulled the bellows and breathed, and his two short legs were swinging quickly ran into hot wheels.

I was still thinking that when I went back this time, I would have to ask the military commander for a bicycle...

I thought it was safe to enter the warning whistle range. The sound of his heavy footsteps, the sound of his heartbeat and the sound of wind in his ears covered the dull gunshots behind him, which did not alert him at all.

The big dog in the Japanese military uniform ran faster than the dog, and soon caught up with the Japanese correspondent. Seeing that it was almost level with the Japanese correspondent, he waved his right hand and left and right, and the black light of the bull in his hand flashed rapidly, and blood appeared.

The sharp bayonet was stabbed in by the Japanese correspondent's back and reached the Japanese heart diagonally.

Then he pulled out the bayonet and stabbed it again, puff! puff! puff... The sound made Wen Wuquan, who was following, numb and creepy when he heard it.

Instructor Liu is really a monster. He said that if he stabbed quickly with a bayonet, the sudden pain of the enemy's heart caused by sudden injury and contraction would cause nerve spasms, and there is a high probability that he would not have time to scream before his death.

The big dog stared at the blood-red eyes and yelled at the Japanese who were lying on the ground: "Kill! Kill! Kill! Damn I want to kill you all, not one of them. Damn Japanese, you will kill more than a dozen brothers tragically..."

"Get out quickly!" Wen Wuquan, who was in charge of the alert, suddenly pulled out his telescope and looked south.

In the camera, a Japanese patrol team appeared.

Hurry up and shouted to the big dog: "Hey, the devil is here! The wounded person who killed your men is Cangzhou Road..."

"Damn it, you have to remember this account on the Japanese!" The big dog was still crazily stabbing the Japanese correspondent who was no longer bleeding.

"Don't pretend to be crazy. We are wearing Japanese military uniforms now. Please arrange them quickly and kill a few Japanese..."

As soon as he heard that he could kill the Japanese again, the big dog immediately returned to normal, turned his head and looked at his little follower with confusion: "How to arrange it?"

"Pretend to death..."

The Japanese patrol saw three imperial soldiers from afar and first discovered two imperial soldiers hugging each other. Then, the three imperial soldiers fell to the ground one after another.

The leader of the team was heartbroken: "No, they may have been forced by poisonous gas bombs..."

It's not a sergeant.
To be continued...