, "How old are you joining the army?"

"I don't remember. Maybe I was about ten years old. I followed someone else at that time."

"Does there any army want you?"

"Yes! You can do it if you can walk."

"oh……"

Yang Yue nodded mutely.

OK, maybe he was right.

That era was indeed too chaotic. You hit me, I hit him, he hits you...

What are the Direct, Fengtian, Anhui, Guangxi...

Zhou Wujin participated in the Xinhai Revolution, the Northern Expedition, the Zhi-Feng War, the Central Plains War, and the Anti-Japanese War...

The war he experienced could be written into a book.

It is also a miracle that he can live until now.

Of course, it is not that there is no price at all.

His other leg was completely limped.

"I haven't practiced marksmanship specifically. I just hit it and it's accurate."

"I have also killed the Eighth Route Army. You can give me a happy time, so don't torture me. Or you can give me a grenade. I really thank you."

Friday's metal is weak.

He wanted to commit suicide just now, but unfortunately he had no weapons.

I don’t know whether Yang Yue was intentional or unintentional, but just hit him in the knee, and his movements immediately lost control.

The Mosinnagan rifle, which has been withering for many years, just left.

With his legs paralyzed, he was even unable to commit suicide.

Even if you die, you ask others for death.

Yang Yue walked over, bent down, and picked up the Mosinnagan rifle.

What a guy, the surface is already patellar!

It is estimated to be twenty years old.

Reversing the gun.

Check the rifle.

The rifling wear was not severe.

It seems that he did not use this gun to shoot many times. It must be less than a thousand times.

It's really a good gun.

"This gun has been with me for twenty years." Sure enough, Zhou Wujin said gasping, "If you can, you bury it with me..."

"I just said that we can make a deal." Yang Yue said slowly.

"Do you want me to fight for you? The problem is, I have lost the ability to move now..."

"It's not about fighting. It's about telling my people about your shooting experience."

"What experience? I don't understand!"

"Then why should you transfer immediately after you shoot?"

"If you don't transfer, the enemy will fight back. Then you will die."

"Okay. Just tell my people."

“That’s worth talking about too?”

"certainly!"

It makes sense for Yang Yue to say this.

The education he received was decades later, and it was seriously out of touch with this era.

Don't think that time travelers can quickly push forward all matters.

In fact, it doesn't work. There are many restrictions.

The first one is the unit.

In this era, the units were very complicated.

There are many types of units of length alone. Yang Yue is used to the metric system.

Opening and closing the mouth means 122,155mm howitzer. But it is difficult for others to understand. They can only simply accept concepts such as twelve cents and fifteen cents.

Even this simple metric unit is not understood by ordinary people. They need to go to school.

Almost all people in later generations did not go to school. At least, they must have studied in elementary school and knew the unit.

However, people in this era have read too few books. Even those who know metric units need to be called 79 rifles. Just to remember this caliber.

You have to say how many feet and how many inches you have, and you will know more people.

To be honest, cultural level limits the imagination of most soldiers.

The chicken talks to the duck, but I can't understand.

Yang Yue does know a lot about modern sniper theory. He can talk a lot about it.

The problem is that no one can understand.

"But my legs..."

“You can take a wheelchair.”

“What wheelchair?”

"A tool for transportation."

"good!"

Friday Medium agreed.

To be honest, he has no idea of ​​right and wrong.

For him, he is a tool, a tool holding a gun in his hand.

As for whom this tool is controlled, he doesn't care. He doesn't think he will have any future.

Maybe I will die tomorrow.

If Yang Yue had not shown mercy just now, he would have died.

"You are here to cover me."

"I'll come back to find you."

Yang Yue handed the other party a Type 85 sniper rifle.

He believed that the other party would not shoot his own cold gun because the other party had no other support.

Sure enough, Zhou Wujin silently took the sniper rifle.

He is a veteran and seems to be familiar with sniper rifles. At least he has seen them.

Let me briefly explain that Friday hardware can already operate.

Yang Yue then continued to sneak with confidence.

What I just got done was Ximen. Now I am going to Nanmen.

As the gunfire ended, the stubborn army in the city gradually became quiet.

But they found that there were not many enemies coming, only a few, and maybe even one or two. Therefore, there was no need to be afraid.

Even if the 8th Route Army is powerful, there are only a few people. What are you afraid of?

So they began to form a small team and began to search for traces of Tujia Road in the city.

The most active ones are those Japanese invaders. They are also the most recent ones.

The stubborn army has a way to survive when they put down their weapons, but they have no.

Therefore, they must firmly block the Eighth Route Army.

Yang Yue carried a 56-Six-Second Automatic Rifle and walked towards the south gate along the city center street.

The stubborn troops along the way felt unbelievable when they saw it.

Only one Eighth Route Army?

In fact, he was dispatched alone?

Still walking south like no one else?
To be continued...