Anti-Japanese sniper action

Chapter 18

"Kill! Kill the little devil!"

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Da da da……

When Zhao Zilong was looking at the map, those Nationalist troops were still chasing and killing them.

They vented their anger on the bullets after being besieged by the devils for a day and a night, and they all greeted the devils.

The so-called defeat is like a mountain. At this time, those devils are desperately fleeing. They all hate that they are missing two legs and cannot run fast enough.

In this battle, Wang Zhong led the national army to kill more than 100 devils, and those who survived were stabbed to death by the national army with bayonets.

Seeing that there were thirty or forty devils running away, Wang Zhong told everyone not to chase them.

After all, the poor don't chase after them.

When Wang Zhong ordered everyone to pack up the guns and ammunition, he saw that Zhao Zilong was still near the pile of dirt, so he immediately ran over with a smile on his face.

"Brother, did you find the map?"

Before anyone arrived, Wang Zhong's voice had already passed.

Zhao Zilong raised his head, glanced at the other party, and continued to look at the half-missed map.

The half map marked the names of some towns and mountains from Shanghai to Nanjing, as well as the marching route of the No.16 Division of the Japanese Army.

"Brother, although there is only half a map, if you follow the devil's route from Wuxi, Changzhou and other places to Zhongshan Gate, you will definitely arrive at Nanjing City." Wang Zhong looked at the map and pointed to the map.

"But, what I'm going to is near Zhonghuamen." Thinking of the address left in Li Xiaoling's letter, Zhao Zilong said with a little disappointment.

"Hey, the city of Nanjing is not very big, and the Zhonghua Gate is easy to find. You can ask someone when the time comes." Wang Zhong patted Zhao Zilong's shoulder and comforted him.But then he saw the copper tripod in his satchel, picked it up to look at it, and asked, "Brother, do you think it's worth it?"

Zhao Zilong shook his head and replied, "It's not worth much."

"That's strange." Wang Zhong couldn't help frowning, and said to himself, "Why do devils like to collect these?"
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As soon as the battle was over, the national-army immediately cleaned up the battlefield.

Although they lost half a battalion of brothers, the national army recovered from their grief and indignation because they won the battle.

After all, war is cruel, and casualties in war are inevitable.

After the battle of Songhu, this group of national troops was beaten down by the devils.This time, being able to defeat those devils who were several times stronger than them was something they had never imagined.

After going through this war, the Nationalist Army has gained very good experience and improved combat effectiveness, and even got a lot of guns and ammunition such as two [-]-type infantry guns and a heavy machine gun, which greatly supplemented the strength of this battalion. strength.

"Brother! Are you really not going to kill devils with Big Brother?"

When the troops assembled, Wang Zhong stared into Zhao Zilong's eyes and asked.

"Camp!"

"Hey! If you're a brother, don't call him that." Wang Zhong waved his hands and made a serious face.

Zhao Zilong was slightly taken aback, but then called out: "Brother Wang!"

"Okay, that's right. How about brother, let's go kill devils with us, that would be fun." Wang Zhong laughed heartily.

Kill devils together?

Zhao Zilong's heart suddenly surged with pride, but then he thought of something, he didn't answer, and asked instead: "Brother Wang, tell me, do we have to do what we promised others?"

"Of course! You must do what you promise to others. The promise of our soldiers is more important than life." Wang Zhong raised his head, his eyes sparkling.

"En!" Zhao Zilong nodded and responded, "So, I must go to Nanjing."

Seeing Zhao Zilong's determined expression, Wang Zhong did not speak for a long time.

After a while, he said: "Okay! If you go to fight devils with me and forget your promise, brother, I will look down on you."

When Zhao Zilong left, Wang Zhong changed him into a military uniform of the national army, saying that it was not good to wear a devil's uniform, as it was easy to be misunderstood by others.

"Brother, now that you are wearing this military uniform, you are a soldier of the National Army." Seeing Zhao Zilong's heroic appearance in the new military uniform, Wang Zhong immediately smiled.

Zhao Zilong was stunned for a moment, and then said seriously: "Brother Wang, no matter what kind of clothes I wear or what kind of identity I am, as long as my heart is Chinese."

"Good!" Mr. Wang immediately praised loudly. He patted Zhao Zilong's shoulder and said, "Brother, I hope we can fight side by side together again."

"Hmm." Zhao Zilong nodded. He looked at the Zhongzheng rifles on those Guo-juns, rolled his eyes, and asked, "Brother Wang, can you give me a gun?"

"Gun? Don't you have it?" Looking at the [-] cover on Zhao Zilong's back, Wang Zhong was a little puzzled, but quickly realized: "No problem."

Why did Zhao Zilong give up the original [-] big cover?

Because he knew that although the Sanba Dagai has a slightly longer range and higher stability than the Zhongzheng gun, it uses a 6.5mm caliber, and the bullet is easy to penetrate, resulting in low lethality.

The Zhongzheng gun uses standard 7.92mm Mauser bullets and has a large recoil. Therefore, after the bullets are shot into the human body, they will produce large ballistic wounds and cause great damage.

Seeing a small tree about the size of a fist about 200 meters away, Zhao Zilong immediately raised his center rifle to aim at the target and fired three shots in a row.

Bah!Bah!Bah!
When the third shot was fired, the small tree snapped, snapped, and fell down.

"Good!" Wang Zhong and the Nationalist Army cheered loudly.

Zhang Hu and a nationalist army went to observe. When they saw the traces of three bullet holes juxtaposed on the remaining half of the tree, they couldn't help but widen their eyes and open their mouths.

When they came back to talk about the situation, Zhao Zilong just smiled amid everyone's admiration.

Accurate marksmanship, this is what he expected, and in order to deal with those wolf-like devils, given the choice, what Zhao Zilong wanted was this kind of powerful gun.

Later, he thought that if this gun was equipped with a telescope, it would become a real sniper rifle, and he could shoot devils at a longer distance.

Unfortunately, the previous telescope was blown up.
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Although it was noon and the sun was high, it was December, and the sun shone warmly.

Looking at Zhang Hu in the distance pulling the [-]-type infantry artillery, and the figures of the Nationalist Army gradually disappearing, Zhao Zilong turned and left.

Wang Zhong and the others headed west to the defensive position at Fangcun Mountain, while Zhao Zilong wanted to go straight to Nanjing in order to hurry.

Zhao Zilong looked at the target on the map, and the next location was Henglin Town, Changzhou.

Because of having a map, Zhao Zilong went all the way to the south, picking a mountain road with few pedestrians.

On the road, from time to time, he saw those fleeing with their children and children, displaced, and also saw those towns and villages destroyed, leaving only ruins.

Seeing these scenes, Zhao Zilong's heart not only felt sympathy and sadness, but also immediately filled with anger towards those evil devils.

Although Zhao Zilong had killed a few devils who were alone, he didn't dare to stay longer, because if he provoked a large army of devils to chase him down, even if he was powerful, he would not be able to fight against an army by himself.

Therefore, sometimes when he saw a large army of devils passing by, he couldn't help but clenched his guns tightly, wishing to rush up and kill them, but his reason told him that he couldn't do so.

At this moment, he thought, if the rifle was equipped with a telescope, he could snipe and kill devils from a long distance, so that the enemy could not be caught and panicked, that would be fun.

Therefore, finding a telescope has become Zhao Zilong's most urgent wish at present.

(End of this chapter)