Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 274 When Low Seer Met the Rich

Crow's muscles tensed suddenly.

The hunting experience from his youth was still there, and the crow knew that the enemy was half a meter away from him.

Now there is only a layer of thin wood less than half an inch thick between him and the Japanese!He could even clearly hear the little devil's heavy breathing!

I don't know if it was because of excitement or extreme fear, but the crow lost the joy when he found the target, but stiffened all over, desperately reminding himself to calm down.

He knew very well that the Japanese were not badgers, he couldn't kill his opponent at once, and he might be the one who died.

If it were a veteran with rich battlefield experience like Leng Feng or Lei Xiong, even a recruit like Niu Er who had spent a week on the killing field in Sixing Warehouse, he would definitely shoot after breathing properly.

The shell gun that has been pulled to the bursting device can fire 3 bullets in one second, which is enough to send the Japanese infantry who is close to Chichi but knows nothing about it to meet their Amaterasu.

But the crow is not. After all, he is just a small platoon leader of the security corps. He plays tricks, plays tricks, and even tries to be brave, but when it comes to killing people, he is definitely a rookie.

Even though he had shot and killed at least one Japanese soldier in the melee last night, that was a little far away after all, and the shooting was based on the theory of probability. He even stooped down and slipped away after shooting a shuttle. There was no time to be afraid.

But now, the enemy is so close that he can even hear the other's breathing and heartbeat, but he wants to shoot and kill. The enemy's blood may splash on his face. It is impossible to say that he is not afraid .

Fear from human nature made the crow spend ten seconds to calm down.

But what he was facing was a veteran who had been in the army for four years and had fought in the North China battlefield. Even though the crow had tried his best to stabilize his breathing and heartbeat, the first-class soldier in Yamaguchi, who was leaning against the wooden door, instinctively felt the danger.

Not because of anything found, purely a hunch.

Looking around, he didn't find a source of danger, and First Class Yamaguchi subconsciously aimed his eyes at the gap in the wooden door.

Then, the gazes of a Chinese second lieutenant and a Japanese army corpsman faced each other through a gap less than 0.5 centimeters wide.

Obviously, neither of them expected this.

The Japanese infantry looking for danger did not expect to find the target, but the second lieutenant of the security regiment, who had been thinking quickly in his mind how to kill the two Japanese soldiers in one fell swoop, also did not expect that the Japanese would be so stupid as to stick to such a narrow gap towards the enemy. Look this way.

"There are Chinese!" Yamaguchi's exclamation broke down.

With a blank mind, the crow subconsciously waved his left hand.

What he holds in his left hand is not a shell gun.

It is a bayonet made in Hanyang.

The crow took it from the dead brother in the platoon. If he had the chance, he would use this bayonet to stab a Japanese to death, and he personally avenged him with the knife of the dead brother.

This is the rule in the Jianghu, which will make him feel more at ease on the road.

The knife stabbed subconsciously after being stimulated is even more terrifying than deliberate force.

The bayonet made in Hanyang, which is far less steel than the [-] bayonet, bent its tip, and still pierced through the half-inch thick wooden door. It made a loud noise to warn its companions, but only had time to pierce the left eye of the Japanese soldier who tilted his head back five centimeters.

The delicate eyeballs can't stop the sharp weapon from rushing in, even if the tip of the knife is bent, the bayonet is at least five centimeters into the eye socket.

There is no Tang Dao's violent penetration, but it is enough.

"Ah!" The Japanese upper class soldier immediately uttered an inhuman howl, and fell on his back.

This human instinctive action aggravated the injury of the Japanese senior soldier.

The bent tip of the knife was like an iron hook, directly hooking out a mass of flesh and blood in the blood.

Blood gushed out of the hands that had already thrown away the [-] caps to cover the wound without paying.

However, the Japanese senior soldier who fell on the ground did not struggle and howl as he should after being severely injured, but his whole body fell into a very strange convulsion.

It was the helplessness of the muscle group trying to contract, but could not control the body, a bit like a frog whose skin had been peeled off and its head had been severed.

The crow's knife pierced his eyeball just now, and at the same time penetrated into his brain. The force of falling backward made the curved and deformed tip of the knife directly hook some of the brain, completely destroying the nerves that control the motor function.

Just like this, the Japanese upper class soldier can still have the normal reaction of the wounded, it can only be said that their Amaterasu loves him too much.

After being warned by his companions, Captain Kagawa rushed out of the room roaring and shot at the back of the door with the bayonet blade still inserted.

One shot is not enough, pull the bolt and keep firing.

A full five-round magazine was emptied, and five bullet holes were left on the thin wooden door from top to bottom.

Although he couldn't see where the enemy was hiding behind the door, the senior soldier with rich combat experience didn't just shoot to vent his anger. His shooting positions covered almost all the directions that an adult could hide in.

After emptying the magazine, Lieutenant Kagawa dodged to the side without hesitation, he had to guard against the enemy who was not shot would counterattack.

During the shooting and dodging, the Japanese veteran did not even look at his comrade lying on the ground twitching.

Because he knew that the companion who was lying on the ground without screaming was already dead, and he was still stuck on the tip of the knife on the wooden door, with a lump of meat hanging impressively.

Those are human eyeballs.

Kagawa's rich combat experience saved him, and the crow who retreated into the corner to avoid his bullet also shot.

Seven or eight rounds of bullets were fired from the [-]-gun German-made shell gun in one breath, and at least three of the scattered bullets landed on the spot where the Japanese corporal had just stood.

"Damn it, why do the Chinese like to equip this kind of continuous-fire firearm, can their fragile logistics keep up?" The Japanese private who hastily pressed bullets into the rifle from the bullet box hanging on his waist felt very painful.

Everything is afraid of comparison. The 400-type rifle with excellent performance is a good gun. It has a straight trajectory and an effective range of up to [-] meters. It can shoot the enemy with excellent shooting skills at long distances. The way infantrymen are most proud.

But here, a shell gun that can spray seven or eight bullets covering a space of several meters in one breath can definitely compare Sanba Dagai to garbage among garbage.

As for the logistics supplies of the security regiment, the upper class soldier in Xiangchuan really eats radishes and caresses salty eggs. The security regiment is a rich and oily master. Each person is issued with 15 magazines, each person with a rifle is issued with 200 rounds of ammunition, and the machine gun team is issued with 600 rounds of ammunition.

As for the battle-level logistics supply, when did the security team think so much about it?Let's talk about it if we can survive the day.Doesn't it hurt to think too much?Do you really think you are the commander of the theater?
Not to mention that the security regiment will not consider any logistics, even the 67th Army and the 43rd Army have almost brought their family assets to Songjiang. Whether they can do anything in the future, all the premise is whether they can survive the Songjiang Battle .

Of course, what makes Senior Soldier Kagawa feel painful is not because he finds out that he is a LOW. The Chinese he looks down on are rich and powerful.

Instead, without the fire cover of his companions, he still needs a few seconds to press down enough bullets to deal with the next wave of battles after emptying the magazine, but will the opponent give him such a chance?

The elite is the elite, the idea of ​​the upper class of the 'Steel Army' division is completely correct, and the opponent will not give him such a chance.

The crow, who had swept out a shuttle of bullets, kicked open the wooden door, poked out the muzzle of the gun, and gave another meal of "clap clap clap clap clap papa clap!" '.

The first class soldier of the Japanese army was directly 'slapped' to the ground.

The reaction of the Japanese senior soldier was already extremely fast. He jumped out from the side and rolled several times in a row. Three bullets in a row chased the vigorous Japanese senior soldier until smoke and dust rose from the ground, but they missed him.

But unfortunately, the Songjiang security regiment is equipped with 20 rings imported from Germany, which means it has a magazine capacity of [-] rounds.

The crow, who shot continuously, gritted his teeth and continued to shoot. Finally, when the sixth bullet was fired, the dodging and moving Japanese corporal slowed down slightly, and he was shot.

Senior Soldier Xiangchuan was extremely unwilling. He was not defeated in techniques and tactics, but he was defeated in firearms.

At this time, it was too late to raise the gun and fight back unwillingly and in vain.

The crow still has bullets, so it's easier to kill a chicken at such a close range.

Several shots in a row, all fell on the upper class soldiers of the Japanese army, until the shell gun fired an empty strike.

The Japanese corporal was left with unconscious twitching.

"Two more have been slaughtered!" Crow reached out and picked off the three remaining melon grenades on the two Japanese infantrymen, put them in his pocket, turned around and ran away.

A smile finally appeared on his always stiff face.

He knelt in the wilderness that night and swore that he would kill 10 Japanese and make sacrifices to her.

Now, there are three.

(End of this chapter)