Crow's muscles all over his body tensed suddenly.
The hunting experience in his youth is still there, and the crow knows that the enemy is only half a meter away from it.
Now there was only a thin wooden board less than half an inch thick between him and the Japanese! He could even clearly hear the little Japanese's heavy breathing!
I don't know whether it was because of excitement or extreme fear, but the crow lost the joy it felt when it found the target. Instead, it stiffened up and tried desperately to remind itself to calm down.
He knew very well that the Japanese were not badgers. He could not 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 battlefield of Sihang Warehouse, he would definitely shoot after breathing well.
The rifle with its repeating mechanism cocked can fire three rounds of bullets in one second, enough to send the unknown Japanese infantry in Chichi to meet their Amaterasu.
But Wu Wu is not the case. After all, he is just a small platoon leader of the security team. He can play tricks, play tricks, and even show off his strength and courage, but when it comes to killing people, he is definitely a novice.
Even though he had shot and killed at least one Japanese soldier in the melee last night, the distance was still a little far away, and the shooting was based on probability theory. He even shot down and ran away after shooting, leaving no time to be afraid.
But now, the enemy is so close, he can even hear the opponent's breathing and heartbeat, but if he wants to shoot to kill, the enemy's blood may splash on his face. It is impossible not to be afraid.
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The fear stemming from human nature took the crow a full ten seconds to calm down.
But he was facing a veteran who had been in the army for four years and had fought in the North China battlefield. Even though Wu Yao had tried his best to steady his breathing and heartbeat, the Yamaguchi sergeant with his back leaning against the wooden door instinctively felt the danger.
It's not because I discovered something, it's purely an intuition.
Looking around and finding no source of danger, Private Yamaguchi subconsciously aimed his eyes at the gap in the wooden door.
Then, the eyes of a Chinese second lieutenant and a Japanese army soldier met in a gap with a width of only 0.5 centimeters.
Obviously, this was something neither of them expected.
The Japanese infantry looking for danger did not expect to find the target. The second lieutenant of the security regiment, who had been thinking quickly in his mind about how to kill the two Japanese soldiers in one fell swoop, also did not expect that the Japanese would be stupid enough to attack through such a narrow gap.
Look here.
"There are Chinese!" Yamaguchi's senior soldier's exclamation had already broken his voice.
Crow, whose mind was blank, subconsciously waved his left hand.
The one held in the left hand is not a shell gun.
It is a bayonet made in Hanyang.
Crow took it from the dead brother in the platoon. If he had the chance, he would stab a Japanese to death with this bayonet, which could be regarded as avenging him personally with the dead brother's knife.
This is the rule in the world, and it will make him feel more at ease on the road.
The knife stabbed subconsciously after being stimulated is even more terrifying than deliberately exerting force.
The steel of the Hanyang-made bayonet was far inferior to that of the 38 bayonet. Even after the tip was bent by the impact, it still penetrated the half-inch-thick wooden door, piercing the left eye of the Japanese soldier who had only had time to tilt his head back five centimeters to warn his companions.
The delicate eyeballs could not stop the thrust of the sharp weapon. Even if the tip of the knife was bent, the bayonet would penetrate the eye socket by at least five centimeters.
There is no violent penetration like Tang Dao, but it is enough.
"Ah!" The Japanese superior soldier immediately let out a miserable cry that was not like a human voice, and fell to the sky.
This human instinctive action only made the Japanese soldier's injuries more serious.
The curved tip of the knife was like an iron hook, directly pulling out a ball of flesh and blood.
Blood spurted out freely from the hands that had thrown away their 38-inch caps to cover the wounds.
However, the Japanese soldier who fell to the ground did not struggle and cry as he should after being seriously injured. Instead, his whole body fell into a very strange convulsion.
It is the helplessness of the muscles that are trying hard to contract but cannot control the body, a bit like a frog that has been skinned and decapitated.
The knife that Crow had just pierced his eyeball and penetrated deeply into his skull. The force of his falling backwards caused the curved and deformed tip of the knife to directly hook out some of his brain, and the nerves that controlled motor functions were completely destroyed.
At this point, the Japanese army's superior soldier can still react like a normal wounded soldier. It can only be said that their Amaterasu loves him too much.
After receiving the warning from his companions, Sergeant Kagawa rushed out of the room, roared and shot behind the door panel with a bayonet blade still inserted.
If one shot is not enough, pull the bolt and keep shooting.
A five-round magazine was completely emptied, leaving five bullet holes from top to bottom on the thin wooden door.
Although he couldn't see where the enemy was hiding behind the door, the experienced combat soldier did not just shoot out of anger. He shot from almost all directions where an adult could hide.
After emptying the magazine, Sergeant Kagawa dodged to one side without hesitation. He had to guard against counterattacks from enemies who were not shot.
During the shooting and dodging period, the Japanese veteran did not even look at his comrade lying on the ground twitching.
Because he knew that his companion, who was lying on the ground and could not even scream, was already dead. There was still a meat ball hanging from the tip of the knife on the wooden door.
Those are human eyeballs.
Kagawa's rich combat experience saved him, and the crow who huddled in the corner to avoid his bullet also shot.
The twenty-shot German rifle fired seven or eight bullets in one breath, and at least three of the bullets that were almost scattered landed where the Japanese superior soldier had just been standing.
"Damn, why do the Chinese like to equip such continuous-fire firearms? Can their fragile logistics keep up?" The Japanese superior soldier who hurriedly loaded bullets into the rifle from the bullet box hanging on his waist felt very painful.
They are afraid of comparison in everything. The Type 38 rifle, which originally had excellent performance, is a good gun. It has a straight trajectory and an effective range of up to 400 meters. It can kill enemies with its excellent shooting skills at long distances. That is also the case for the Japanese army.
The way an infantryman is most proud of.
But here, the shell gun that can spray seven or eight rounds of bullets covering several meters of space in one breath can definitely compare the 38-year-old Gai to the trash among the trash.
As for the logistical supplies of the security regiment, the first class soldier Kagawa is really careless. The security regiment is a rich and wealthy owner.
Each person is issued 15 magazines, each person holding a rifle is issued 200 rounds of ammunition, and the machine gun team is issued 600 rounds of ammunition.
As for the battle-level logistics supply, when did the security team think so much about it? Let’s wait and see if we can survive the day. Doesn’t your head hurt if you think too much? Do you really think you are the commander of a theater?
Not to mention that the security team does not consider logistics, even the 67th Army and the 43rd Army have almost brought their family wealth to Songjiang. Whether they can do anything in the future depends on whether they can survive after the Songjiang Battle.
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Of course, what made Private Kagawa feel painful was not that he found out that he was a lowly person. The Chinese people he looked down on were wealthy.
Instead, without the fire cover of his companions and emptying the magazine, he still needs a few seconds to pack enough bullets to deal with the next wave of battles. But will his opponent give him such a chance?
Elites are elites. The idea of the superior soldier of the 'Steel Army' division is completely correct. The opponent will not give him such a chance.
Crow, who had swept out a bunch of bullets, kicked open the wooden door, stretched out the muzzle of his gun, and gave the Japanese superior soldier who was hiding to the side another 'bang bang bang!'
The Japanese superior soldier was directly 'slammed' to the ground.
The reaction of the Japanese superior soldier was extremely fast. He jumped out from the side and rolled several times in a row. He fired three consecutive rounds of bullets at the vigorous Japanese soldier, causing only smoke and dust to rise on the ground, but did not hit him.
But unfortunately, the Songjiang Security Group is equipped with twenty-gun guns imported from Germany, which means they have a magazine capacity of 20 rounds.
Crow, who had missed consecutively, gritted his teeth and continued to shoot. Finally, when the sixth bullet was fired, the Japanese superior soldier, who was extremely agile in dodging and maneuvering, slowed down slightly and he was hit.
Sergeant Xiangchuan was extremely unwilling to give up. He was not defeated in technique and tactics, but was defeated in firearms.
At this time, I tried to raise my gun and fight back unwillingly and in vain, but it was already too late.
The crows also have bullets, so close range is easier than killing a chicken.
Several consecutive shots were fired, all falling on the Japanese superior soldiers, until the shell gun fired blanks.
The superior Japanese soldier could only twitch unconsciously.
"I killed two more!" Crow reached out and picked off the remaining three melon grenades from the two Japanese infantrymen, put them in his pocket, turned around and ran away.
A smile finally appeared on his stiff face.
He knelt in the wilderness that night and swore that he would kill 10 Japanese and offer them as sacrifices to her.
Now, there are three.
This chapter has been completed!