Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

As Ah Rou's gunshot fell, the entire conference room instantly fell into silence. Only the sound of the bullet and the unwilling screams of the fallen Japanese officer remained.

Arou's double-barreled shotgun was extremely ferocious. The bullet grains that were fired were densely packed, and many Japanese soldiers were hit by dozens of bullet grains.

It would be fine if he died on the spot, but if he didn't, then all that awaited the Japanese was endless pain and torture.

Arou killed the Japanese officer in the conference room with one shot, and Duanwu also reloaded the magazine in his submachine gun at this time.

Duanwu also carried the remaining submachine guns on his back.

Duanwu asked, "Where is your young lady?"

Ah Rou replied: "She was killing the devils. She asked me to help you."

  boom!boom!

Before Arou could finish her words, gunshots were heard in the corridor.

Duanwu frowned and rushed out quickly. He was worried that Tang Jiujiu would suffer.

As soon as he reached the corridor, he heard the sound of dense footsteps.

Tang Jiujiu was the first to appear. After seeing Duanwu, he rushed forward and then slid close to the ground.

Duanwu and Tang Jiujiu had already reached a tacit understanding and pulled the trigger at this time.

A Japanese soldier came chasing them around the corner and ran into Duanwu's gun.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

  But there was only a flash of fear in the devil's desperate eyes, and then his body flew out diagonally like a kite with a broken string, and hit the wall heavily, splashing a bright flower of blood on the white wall!

But at this moment, Duanwu's shooting had not stopped, and the Japanese soldiers ran into Duanwu's gun one after another.

They came to chase Tang Jiujiu, and everyone tried their best.

But unexpectedly, this became their death warrant.

They were almost sent to Duanwu's gun, even if their brains had already issued orders to stop, but their bodies still rushed out from the corner of the corridor involuntarily, and were pierced by bullets one by one.

They had no chance to dodge or fight back. Under Duanwu's strafing, all their actions and thoughts were in vain.

The Japanese fell one after another. Some were hit in the vitals and were lucky enough to die on the spot.

But some were seriously injured but not dead. They fell to the ground and rolled over in pain, wailing one after another.

But their wailing was quickly drowned out by the sound of gunfire.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and even one sniff would make one want to vomit.

But for the Dragon Boat Festival, this atmosphere is too common.

He kept pulling the trigger, shooting madly at the Japanese soldiers who kept appearing and the ones who were still alive.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, seven or eight Japanese soldiers suddenly appeared at the stairs on the other side of the corridor.

They rushed up and shouted, preparing to shoot at Duanwu who was shooting.

These devils didn't know Duanwu's fake identity, otherwise they would have hesitated before shooting.

So when they saw Duanwu shooting at their colleagues with a submachine gun, they immediately judged that the other party was an enemy, and they immediately pointed their guns and opened fire.

But at this moment, a burly maid suddenly blocked their target with a gun.

The devil was surprised, and then his face was filled with fear.

Because at the same time that the tall maid was blocking Duanwu's back, a double-barreled shotgun, like two small cannons, rushed towards them.

The Japs' eyes froze instantly, as if frozen by ice.

Fear surged from their hearts like a tide and quickly overwhelmed their rationality. They had never seen such a terrifying shotgun.

  And is that a gun? It's obviously a cannon, okay?

The leading Japanese soldier let out a "gurgling" sound from his throat, which was the body's instinctive reaction when fear reaches its extreme.

He tried to step back, but his legs felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't move at all.

The surrounding devils also showed expressions of fear.

Some of them opened their eyes wide, some opened their mouths, but no sound came out. There was a suffocating despair in the air.

"You, you...don't mess around!"

A Japanese soldier shouted in a trembling voice. Although it was a commanding tone, anyone could hear the fear in his heart at this moment.

But at this moment, Arou smiled slightly, and then gently pulled the trigger.

  boom!

When the shot was fired, it was like a cannonball flying out of the muzzle.

With a deafening bang, the air seemed to be torn apart in an instant, and a strong shock wave accompanied by a deafening roar spread out violently in all directions.

This was not just a gunshot, it was more like a heavy hammer on the battlefield, striking directly into the hearts of every Japanese soldier present.

The huge caliber of fifty millimeters is like a small explosion.

The high-pressure gas accumulated in the barrel instantly merged with the heavy shotgun shells, turning into a destructive force that gushed out from the muzzle.

A large amount of shotgun shells were like hail in a storm, densely and rapidly covering a large area ahead.

The Japanese soldiers, who had nowhere to escape, seemed so small and powerless in the face of this sudden storm of death.

Their expressions of fear or astonishment were forever frozen in this moment.

Because then, they were swallowed by the endless bullets and fell into eternal darkness.

However, before their remaining consciousness faded, Arou fired her second shot.

Arou was afraid that the Japanese would not die, after all, there were seven or eight of them, so she kept shooting.

The unfortunate Japanese soldier encountered the second wave of death storm before he had time to lie down.

Their bodies shook for a moment in the storm as if they were electrocuted, and then finally fell to the ground powerlessly, without any sign of life.

The blood and body parts looked extremely horrifying in this corridor shrouded in death. Even if Duanwu shot a dozen Japanese soldiers into sieves with his submachine gun, it was not as tragic as Arou's.

Of course, the battle at this point is far from over.

There were many Japanese soldiers in the Japanese command center. After hearing the gunshots, they were rushing towards the scene.

Hearing the dense footsteps of the Japanese, Duanwu's eyes flashed with determination. They could not linger in the Japanese headquarters, otherwise the Japanese would grow in number like a snowball.

Thinking of this, Duanwu took a look at the window in the conference room that had just been shattered by Arou's shotgun, and he already had an idea in his mind.

They were on the third floor, and with the help of curtains on the windows, just over two meters would be enough.

Duanwu immediately ordered: "Jiujiu, Arou, don't fight anymore, retreat immediately and go out through the window of the meeting room."

Tang Jiujiu retreated behind Duanwu and said, "There are a lot of devils, you have to be careful."

Duanwu nodded, and then said: "You should be careful too, there may be devils down there."

Ah Rou had already loaded the shotgun with bullets at this time, and then rushed to the window with the double-barreled shotgun in her arms: "Miss, I'll go down first and clear the way for you!" (End of this chapter)