Sword of Death Camp

Chapter 8 Injured
Where does a person's intelligence come from?

Some people say that a person's intelligence is born, and some people say that a person's wisdom comes from the accumulation of knowledge.

But in fact, no matter how smart a person is, if he has no experience accumulation, no advanced education, no learning and summarization, his wisdom is just a castle in the air, and it is all fake.

No matter how smart or genius you are, without learning and accumulation of knowledge, you are nothing but a smart idiot.

If Chen Shanhe's memory is still there, based on his years of experience as a soldier and all the theoretical knowledge he has learned, as well as his research on the history of World War II, he will know that the Japanese are not so easy to deal with.

Even if he still remembered the experience that his grandfather and father told him, he would never think of the Japanese opposite him so simply.

Until the rifleman of one of the combat teams of the Japanese army who had already climbed the hillside poked his head out, aimed at him and pulled the trigger at a height of almost 400 meters.

At that moment, he finally understood why the Japanese machine gunner always poked his head and fired a few shots, and the bullets retracted.

He was shot, and the Japanese riflemen had aimed at his chest, which was easier to target because of its larger area.

But now the Japanese rifleman is not holding a sniper rifle. After all, the Japanese have very few sniper rifles, they are just ordinary rifles.

If you look at a human-shaped target 400 meters away on flat ground, it may be just a small point.

But after all, when viewed from the front, there is a relatively large area of ​​the entire body as the target, so it can be seen clearly.

But if you look down from a high place, there may be a little bit of visual deviation, and people will think a little bit smaller.

Just imagine a person looking down from the top of a seventy or eighty-story building, what it would be like when he was alone.

毕竟一层楼是3米5到5米之间，400米的距离大概是七八十层到100层之间。

Looking down from a 100-story building, a person may see it like an ant, but it is not very clear anyway.

Because looking from top to bottom, what you see is only a cylindrical section, which will be relatively small.

For example, if a long stick of martial arts is stood up, you will see that it may be a long stick with a length of two meters, which is very clear.

But if you look from one end of the stick to the other, you'll see that it's really nothing but the size of an egg.

Anyway, no matter what, Chen Shanhe was shot, and the Japanese army aimed at his chest, but he was shot on his left arm, and he was just scratched by the bullet.

But even after rubbing the scratches, there was still a ditch, and the blood didn't come out immediately, but had to wait for a while.

Chen Shanhe didn't feel any pain. Whether he was shot or hacked, the moment he was hacked or shot was actually painless.

Sometimes I don't even feel it, maybe it feels like I was touched by something.

Then just a moment later, there will be a feeling of discomfort or pain sweeping through the whole body, or a feeling of powerlessness.

However, Chen Shanhe's current shot was a bruise, just grazed the flesh of his shoulder and arm, leaving a deep groove of flesh and blood before the bullet shot into the soil.

At this time, Chen Shanhe realized that the enemy in front of him was not the real enemy, but the real enemy was on the mountains on both sides.

Hearing the gunshots on the mountain ridges on both sides, the Japanese soldiers in front dared to poke their heads out. It was the machine gunner. He heard the gunshots and thought everything was settled.

Even if he didn't get it done, he still needed to take a look at the situation after the other party's attention was attracted by the gunshots on the mountain ridge.

Obviously, although Chen Shanhe has no memory and his mind is blank, some things that have been deeply embedded in his blood are still not lost.

After all, the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren are all soldiers, and they have been exposed to it since childhood, and they are all examples of battles on the battlefield.

Although he has forgotten it now, it has become the most natural reaction deep in his blood.

The most correct judgment.

Even if he heard the gunshot, even if he felt that his left arm had been shot, but the moment he saw the muzzle of the machine gun coming out, he knew that the other party could not continue to pretend and might poke his head .

So, he waited for this moment, waiting for the opponent's machine gunner to poke his head out, and then the opponent really poked his head out.

Shirio Kogoro Kogoro heard a gunshot, and the machine gunner who was the first shooter on the top of the slope rolled down and rolled to their feet.

The second shooter next to the machine gunner has already taken over the machine gun, and the third shooter has taken over the work of the loader, and immediately restarted the suppression without ordering.

The sound of machine gun fire was mixed with the sound of another rifle shot, no, it was two.

One sound on the mountain, one sound in the valley!
Then there was the gunshot like fried beans, coming from the mountain.

The second shooter of the machine gun also fell down and rolled down the slope. The third shooter did not immediately go to pick up the machine gun.

Because the current machine gun does not play a suppressive role, and it needs a loader to load. Without a loader, it is actually not as good as a rifle.

Shirio Kogoro questioned Yuuji Kawayama: "This is the soldier you usually train, condescending, but still unable to kill him?
Do you sell all the 200 rounds of training bombs per month on weekdays? "

You must know that Japanese recruits have 150 or more training bullets every month, let alone soldiers who have entered the army.

The training of soldiers at the grassroots level of the Japanese army was all under the supervision and leadership of Sergeant Cao and Chief Cao. This is why Shirio Kogoro questioned Kawayama Yuji.

Kawayama Yuji did not defend himself, but raised his binoculars to look at the Japanese soldiers on the mountain sticking their heads out and shooting down.

After estimating the distance, he said: "Cao Chang, the distance down the mountain may have exceeded 400 meters, and it is understandable that the fight was slightly worse."

Shirio Kogoro's face turned ugly for a moment: "Mr. Chuanshan, this is the soldier you trained?

You must know that the scores in all recruit companies must reach 400 rings on a 80-meter fixed target to be considered a pass. Is the shooting level worse than when you were in the recruit company after the recruits are assigned to your subordinates? "

Yuji Kawayama just said softly: "Your Excellency, Special Agent Cao, that's hitting from a high place, and the target will be smaller!"

This is common sense.

Shirio Kogoro was speechless for a moment.

For Chen Shanhe, he was shot again for the second, third, or even more times. Fortunately, he moved his position in time.

If it is flat or the height difference is not high, he will move his position like this, in fact, it is no different from courting death in front of a sharpshooter.

But who told the other party to be on top?
The target was too small to aim at, and it happened to be used by him to evade and counterattack.

After killing the two machine gunners of the Japanese army with two shots, they immediately fled.

But the gunshot wound was a gunshot wound after all, and the blood groove on his left arm was really a blood groove, bleeding profusely.

If you don't deal with it, you may die from bleeding.

After running wildly for a while, it was not just one or two people shooting on the mountain, but five or six people were shooting.

Fortunately, the Japanese army was not easy to walk or aim on the mountain, and he was good at using shelters to avoid gunfire.

Not a single shot could hit him for a while.

It is also lucky.

The estimated distance had already exceeded 600 meters before Chen Shanhe heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing his left arm bleeding profusely, he could only pull out his bayonet, cut open the hem of his clothes, tore off a long strip of cloth, and tied up his wound.

He didn't know why it was tied like this, why did he tighten the cloth belt so hard?

However, although he didn't remember it, he always felt that it was the right thing to do.

This seems to be a memory deep in his blood.

(End of this chapter)