As the official guards equipped with the Mosinnagan rifle got closer and closer to him, Yang Xingguo's hot eyes kept shooting outward became stronger and stronger.

After gently pulling the bolt and pushing a bullet into the chamber, Yang Xingguo, with hot eyes, directly ordered the squad leader of the sharpshooter squad beside him.

"After passing on, all the brothers fired at the personal guards of the official army holding the Mosinnagan rifle. With my gunshots as the number, no matter whether they hit the target or not, one person could only shoot five bullets, and retreat with me immediately after the shot."

After all, Yang Xingguo had only thirteen subordinates around him, and they were all veterans of the village. In just a blink of an eye, the thirteen sharpshooters carefully selected from the village followed suit and were ready to shoot.

"Bang..." A dull gunshot sounded in the dense forest. The soldiers of the patrol battalion who were trapped by Yang Xingguo in the sight of the star fell heavily on the mountain road with incredible expressions.

The gunshot was an order. The moment Yang Xingguo pulled the trigger of the rifle, the other thirteen riflesmen pulled the trigger one after another and shot bullets in the gun chamber.

With a tight and messy gunfire sounded, the already very chaotic marching queue became even more chaotic at this moment.

Not only that, seven or eight soldiers who fell to the ground, life and death were unknown, so dazzling that they told everyone that at this moment, they were being attacked by unknown people.

At this time, if the trained Russians and Japanese were attacked, they would definitely lie on the ground and fight back as soon as possible.

However, they are not... not only that, there are only fifty people who are actually equipped with fast guns, and there are only more than one hundred military officers who are equipped with singles.

Although these official troops have the conditions to fight back, their long-term lack of training has made them forget the most basic tactical movements.

Until the second round of gunfire of Yang Xingguo rang out, the five hundred patrol battalion soldiers were still running around on the narrow mountain road.

There was no doubt that the gunshots sounded, and seven or eight patrol battalions officers and soldiers fell heavily to the ground without saying a word.

It was not until this moment that the sentry officers and teams in the chaos finally reacted.

He shouted loudly and ordered his soldiers to hide and counterattack with a quick gun.

Yang Xingguo and his more than a dozen sharpshooters did not miss this last chance to shoot.

When the chaotic official army began to hide, the third round of bullets was fired immediately.

At this time, the patrol battalion equipped with fast guns and old-fashioned muskets also began to counterattack.

However, in Yang Xingguo's view, their counterattack was so aimless.

Although they kept firing out of the gun chamber by them, it was a blessing that there were five of the ten bullets facing Yang Xingguo's direction.

So, Yang Xingguo did not hesitate and immediately fired the last two bullets left in the gun chamber with his fastest speed.

After that, he quickly disappeared into the dense forest with more than a dozen sharpshooters under his command.

At this time, someone may ask, since the counterattack of the patrol battalion is basically useless, why didn’t Yang Xingguo fire a few rounds of bullets here?

In fact, this is not because Yang Xingguo failed to seize the fighter opportunity, but because the battlefield forced Yang Xingguo to retreat.

After firing five rounds of bullets in a row, Luo Wenshan, the patrol battalion manager, was a fool, and he could clearly judge that there were more than ten enemies who attacked him.

Even if the patrol battalion eliminates casualties, there are still more than 400 people.

At this time, let’s not talk too much, a frontal attack and two wings can trap Yang Xingguo here.

At that time, even if Yang Xingguo is equipped with quick guns and the patrol battalion is only equipped with cold weapons, Yang Xingguo will be in a dangerous situation where two fists cannot match four hands.

It’s true that Yang Xingguo had just begun to retreat, and he had already lie on the mountain road to conduct a hidden patrol battalion and began to divide his troops.

Two hundred infantry soldiers quickly surrounded Yang Xingguo's wings. The remaining infantry sentry and more than one hundred personal guards relied on fast guns to attack the front.

However, when they became Yang Xingguo's hiding position, Yang Xingguo left them with no trace of blood except dozens of bullet shells that were still emitting a hint of heat...

"Bastard... what are you doing? After so long, even a bandit was not killed. Instead, he killed and injured twenty or thirty brothers... Can anyone tell me what's going on..." Luo Wenshan, the commander of the patrol battalion, looked like an angry lion after seeing the results and losses, and couldn't help but curse loudly.

You should know that among the dozens of lost subordinates, half of them were trained by themselves and were completely sincere in their own personal guards.

The infantry battalion manager who organized the patrol battalion to fight back was also filled with anger.

Because, he has been a soldier for more than ten years and has never fought such a cowardly battle.

Without even seeing the enemy's shadow, he lost more than a dozen brothers in vain.

However, no matter how angry the infantry battalion's management team did not lose their minds because of this.

Commander Luo Wenshan roared with anger just as he finished speaking, the infantry battalion manager said, "Sir, I just saw that the brothers who were shot were basically killed in one shot, and few were injured. There were only more than ten bandits who attacked us. From this, the bandits who attacked us must be the most elite bandits in Yangjiazhai..."

"The last general also heard that the old men who encircled Yangjiazhai more than ten days ago were defeated because of the sneak attack of Yangjiazhai, which was like a dragon that saw the head but didn't see the tail, and they didn't even see Yangjiazhai..."

Hearing Yang Xingguo's tactics actually caused great losses to the Russians and were helpless.

Luo Wenshan, the commander of the patrol battalion who was still angry just now, finally felt much more comfortable.

However, this comfort did not last long, and the face of the commander Luo Wenshan was once again replaced by solemn...

At this moment, he suddenly thought that even the Russians could not do anything to the bandits' strange fighting style, not to mention that the combat power was far inferior to the Russians' himself...

Thinking of this, Luo Wenshan, with a solemn expression, immediately turned his attention to the infantry battalion manager.
Chapter completed!