Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 291 Find out the truth
Lonely vagrants want to survive, not to mention in the Republic of China where the material is not rich, even in the future, it is impossible without some unconventional operations.

The young man who didn't know how to observe the surrounding environment, ran away at any time, and lived on the edge of the city since he was a child, was probably either starved to death or beaten to death.

This is the observational talent squeezed out of survival.

With such a talented observer, the crow is much more relaxed.

"Qi Niliangbi, I can't shoot the ones far away, and I can't shoot the ones near me?" Crow looked at the approaching Japanese soldiers without surprise, and after thinking for a while, he threw away the light machine gun that was not convenient for him. Picked up the familiar shell gun.

Soon, the five-man Japanese squadron entered the area of ​​the dilapidated wall, only 20 meters away from the top of the pagoda. The crow holding the pistol let out a soft breath, "Ba ba ba!" The shuttle bullet swept over.

Several Japanese soldiers used infantry evasive tactics to roll on the ground, hid in the dilapidated wing room, and used the remaining brick walls as concealment. The tactical actions were standard and fast.

"Uncle Crow, how many devils can you kill this time?" The little bald man blinked his eyes full of expectation.

"Don't worry, don't say two or three, and you will get down without seeing it?" Crow leaned to the edge of the hole to watch the movement of the Japanese army, while biting the bullet and holding on.

From the screen, the Japanese were all beaten to the ground, but he really didn't know how many were hit.

"Machine gun cover, Honda-san, you two move forward quickly, don't worry, the Chinese's marksmanship is really bad!" The Japanese army corpsman rolled a few times and hid behind the broken wall. All soldiers have good arms and legs, so their courage naturally rises.

When two Japanese infantrymen jumped out of the ruins and ran wildly with the explosive packs in their arms, the crow poured out all the bullets that had not been fired just now, and without checking whether he hit or not, he threw the empty shell gun into the small The bald man lost his hand, picked up the Czech light machine gun, pulled the bolt and continued to sweep.

These two devils can carry explosives. If the devils blow up the bottom of the tower, not only will he die, but the little guy behind him will also die. Crow, under the pressure of life and death, has no idea in his mind to kill ten Japanese soldiers target.

It is to sweep the light machine gun with your arms around, hold the trigger without letting go, and use long bursts to empty twenty rounds of magazines in one breath.

Then, he dropped the machine gun, picked up the Hanyang made with magazines already loaded and put it next to him, pulled the bolt of the gun that was faintly visible in the field of vision, and then pulled the bolt to shoot.

Under the crisis, the potential of the human body is completely squeezed out.

Crow never imagined that he could shoot so fast, and the terrible recoil of machine guns and rifles didn't seem to affect him at all.

Now he is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to be killed by the Japanese so easily, and he also brings along a teenager who has a similar childhood experience to him.

He hoped the teenager would live.

Outside the tower, the three light machine guns used by the Japanese army for cover never stopped firing, including infantry rifles. Dozens of Japanese infantrymen also knew that if the two blasters could succeed, at least they would no longer have to worry about fighting with the one on the top of the tower. The insane' Chinese desperately.

The Chinese, who have no way out, spared their lives, and they were unwilling to be buried with him.

The fiery stream of bullets swept away the stone debris on the pagoda, and some bullets even shot into the interior of the pagoda through the holes, but the Buddha appeared again. Xun's ricochet just passed by extremely thrillingly.

Xia Dayu's thick black and straight eyebrows were scratched by a ricochet, like a sharp sword splitting it in two, but it miraculously did not hurt the deeper flesh, but was scalded by the hot bullet. The bean-sized black spot is like a mole in the eyebrow.

No one knew, and he never mentioned the origin of the mole on the brow of the young soldier known as 'Broken Eyebrow' in the future.

Because, in the heart of the once young man, it was the connection imprint left by the Buddha on Uncle Crow, who he had only been with for a short time.

Whenever he frowned in trouble, he would think of that misty and rainy autumn, when a shirtless young man with terrible marksmanship tried his best to stand in front of the young man.

No matter how difficult it is, it's just fighting for life.

Just like now, no one knows how many bullets have been shot in this pagoda, which has not collapsed after hundreds of years of wind and frost, and has not collapsed until several years after the war. Only by counting the dense bullet holes can we be sure that the crazy Japanese army poured more than 1000 bullets on the tower wall.

The inside of the tower was also full of choking gunpowder smoke. Crow fired 45 rounds of bullets with three kinds of firearms in one breath. He didn't stop shooting until he found that the gunpowder smoke caused by the shooting almost made him unable to see outside the tower clearly.

"Uncle Crow, you killed the devil." The little bald man who hadn't realized that he had a broken eyebrow at all put one eye to the hole and shouted excitedly.

Two shitty yellows were lying on the ground less than 10 meters away from the pagoda, but this time, the little bald man was finally able to confirm that the crow really killed the two Japanese soldiers.

Because, on the ground where the Japanese army was lying down, the blood flowing out was like a stream flowing into the distance, with twists and turns, which was extremely obvious.

The two Japanese soldiers were shot at least five times each. Whether it was the 7.92 bullets made in Hanyang, the 7.63 bullets of the shell gun, or the Czech 7.92 bullets, the lethality was far greater than the 6.5 caliber pointed bullets of the Japanese [-]-style rifles. One shot can kill the old man, let alone several shots.

No longer pursuing the result, and only thinking about shooting and shooting at the target, the crow inadvertently grasped the gist of the shooting, and the distance itself was close. If the infantry is not beaten into a honeycomb, it is really Amaterasu who came to wrestle with the Buddha.

"Haha, Uncle Crow, it turns out that Nong really lied to the little devil at the beginning! I understand, this is a tactic." The little bald head looked at the dead Japanese soldiers on the ground not far away, not only did not have any fear, but smiled happily .

What pleased the young man was not the successful reaping of the brilliant results of the two devils, but that the heroic Uncle Crow in his mind had lived up to his imagination. As long as Uncle Crow was still as good as he was, wouldn't the Japanese devils come and die as many times as they wanted?
The young man never imagined that ever since the crow fired the first shot from here, the two of them had already fallen into a certain death situation, and Xilin Temple only enshrined clay bodhisattvas. of.

If you want to live, maybe you can only rely on miracles.

crow
Seeing the juvenile's joyful face and eyebrows split by ricochets, he really couldn't bear to tell the truth, he was really just relying on luck!
However, being able to kill the Japanese is a skill.

As long as the Japanese dare to come, he dares to fight.

The machine rifle still had 4 rounds of ammunition, the shell gun still had [-] full magazines, and one grenade was useless. He had the confidence to deal with these bastards for another hour.

As for Komura Xiongyi, who was observing not far away, seeing two of his subordinates being killed with his own eyes, he was overjoyed instead of angry.

His purpose for sending this five-member team was actually very simple, it was just a temptation.

Not only to test whether there are Chinese people in the ruins of the temple, but also to test the real strength of the Chinese people on the top of the pagoda.

If there was an ambush in the ruins, the not too many and not too few five-member team would be thrown to them, at least to save the lives of him and his close subordinates.

Now it seems that there is no ambush in the ruins, and he has seen the reality of the Chinese firepower at the top of the pagoda.

Yes, through the intensity of the attack from the top of the pagoda, Japanese veterans who have participated in more than a dozen battles, large and small, are sure that the Chinese on the top of the pagoda is alone. It was a rifle, and judging from the shooting rate and the frequency of changing guns, it could only be shot by one person.

He even judged that, no matter in terms of shooting accuracy or firepower deployment, the enemy he couldn't see was an experienced veteran. If Komura Kumaichi was in that position, how dare he Certainly, he only needs 5 bullets at most to send the two of them to Amaterasu.

Komura Kumaichi turned his attention to the Japanese squad on the other side.

He had already made a sacrifice to allow two of his subordinates to serve as cannon fodder to test the strength of the Chinese in the temple. Now, it was natural for the other two teams to contribute.

Another sergeant didn't hesitate, and with a wave of his hand, the same five-member team was on standby, and a Japanese army team over there also sent a similar lineup.

Only this time, they are basically blasters, and they will attack from two sides.

The Chinese are doomed to lose sight of one another.

The success rate is almost 100%.

(End of this chapter)