Chapter 650 Little man, don't be afraid (2) [For Xufeng 7/15]
Facing the scene where a dozen rifles suddenly appeared on the position and opened fire at them, the Japanese suddenly stopped attacking from behind.
They each found a shooting position and started shooting against the people on the position.
Presumably, they thought that with their own firepower in such a confrontation, they could quickly consume such a weak anti-counterfeiting force on the position.
In fact, the situation was pretty much what they expected, at least at the beginning...
"Damn it! This damn gun is even stronger than a fire stick."
Seeing a gun bolt in his hand, Yang Zai was still confused for a second even in the fierce battlefield and at such an extremely critical moment.
Then, with a huge indignation in his heart, he cursed like this.
There was no way! What he encountered was really too much nonsense.
In the previous second, he had used an unknown number of medium-sized rifles in his hands, pointed at the target, and shot an opponent dressed as a Japanese sergeant in the head.
In the next second, Yang Zai, who had retreated into the trench, was avoiding the bullets and was planning to pull the gun bolt again, load a bullet and then kill an opponent.
The result? Something extremely ridiculous happened.
In his excitement, when he used a little more strength in his hand, he was horrified to find that the bolt of the rifle had actually been separated from the rifle by himself.
Ordinarily, since the gun bolt can be pulled out, it can be reinstalled.
But in Yang Zai's panic, he discovered that something was wrong! He didn't know if he was panicking or something, but there was no way to put it back.
And during this process, he let out a groan of "Hmm~", with a cigarette bag pinned to his waist. His face was full of weathered colors and wrinkles, and he looked like a hunchbacked veteran who was at least 50 years old.
He was covering his neck because he had been shot through, and was lying in a trench about 10 meters away, looking at himself with eyes full of help.
The question is, where can such an injury be saved?
In great depression, Yang Zai threw away the tattered rifle in his hand.
From his waist, he took off a poor man's heavy fire grenade issued by the supplementary regiment, which can be regarded as four wooden handle grenades in one hand. He began to take off the bottom cover and prepared to throw the grenade.
And why Yang Zai didn't exchange it for an automatic weapon even though he had 100 system points.
It's not that he didn't want to, but that after redeeming it, he couldn't put it to use.
As a semi-rookie who had just experienced the second mission, he didn't know if the situation in the system mall was like this before, but after he joined, he learned one thing:
Every weapon just redeemed from the system has a thin layer of gun oil on it and a gun cleaning cloth included.
Although the gun oil can be cleaned quickly with the included gun cleaning cloth, such a process is by no means a luxury time that they can have now.
Therefore, I don’t know if it’s due to system adjustments, but the idea of suddenly redeeming a weapon, picking it up and firing wildly at the opponent has become a delusion.
(As for why I didn’t explain it before, it’s because the author was lazy~)
After taking off the cover of the wooden handle grenade and withdrawing the fuse, Yang Zai started pulling it directly.
Then, after holding the smoking grenade in his hand for two seconds, Yang Zai used 60% of his strength and threw it down the hillside outside the position.
The main reason is that he is worried that if he uses too much force, he will throw it too far in a condescending manner.
I have to say that Yang Zai's grenade used 60% force, and the throw was quite beautiful and ideal.
The smoking grenade flew over the heads of the middle section of the Japanese team and exploded, successfully creating a beautiful air explosion effect.
Even if the Japs distanced themselves far enough, they would knock down three people in an instant.
This means that almost 5% of the enemies were eliminated in one go.
******
"Yang Zai, you did a great job, you are born to fight~"
Now he was putting a Lee Enfield rifle in his hand, fired another round of 7.7mm caliber bullets, and shouted loudly in his mouth.
After I finished speaking, I looked at the junk in my hand and felt a little bitter and resentful again.
By the way! The British-made Lee Enfield rifle is truly the fastest-firing bolt-action rifle during World War II. It once shot a record of 10 rounds in 6.5 seconds.
Today's Chinese characters rely on this old antique rifle that was lost from the hands of an unknown warlord back then.
With the gun bolt pulled up and flying, it actually became the strongest firepower point on the battlefield.
The problem is that it's fun to shoot. When I received the ammunition, I didn't even get a magazine. I was given a handful of bullets in Chinese characters, but now it's so frustrating to load the bullets.
And besides continuing to fill it, he had no other option.
Not to mention how the semi-rookie Yang Zai felt secretly happy after being complimented by the veteran Chinese character.
Seeing that the effect of throwing grenades was excellent, he decided to strike while the iron was hot. As for the Hanyang-made gun that even lost its bolt, he should die.
He took out a wooden handle grenade again, took off the cover, pulled the fuse, and waited for two seconds.
Yang Zai planned to throw it out again, and it would explode in the air.
But just as he stood up, his right hand holding the grenade was hit by a bullet. After being sprayed with blood on the spot, the grenade with two fingers was smoking and fell into the trench.
Immediately, a child soldier with a lot of blood splattered on his face looked at the smoking hand not far away and screamed in horror.
Yang Zai, who was in severe pain, didn't even think about it and just threw himself on the grenade.
As soon as he fell to the ground, the grenade exploded.
Miraculously, Yang Zai, who felt that his chest and abdomen were already bruised, did not feel any pain. He just felt that his body temperature was rapidly decreasing.
At the same time, my eyelids were heavy and I felt very sleepy. I really wanted to fall asleep and have a good sleep until the end of time.
During this process, he faintly felt his body being turned over by many hands, and then a baby's voice in his ear shouted with a cry:
"Brother Yang, Brother Yang, what's the matter with you? Come here, Brother Yang is about to burp~"
Under such a voice, Yang Zai tried his best to open his heavy eyelids and saw several child soldiers surrounding him, crying in panic.
He was quite familiar with one of them. This was said to be a half-year-old boy from Zhaoqing in eastern Guangdong. He liked the story he told about Nezha's mind.
"It's okay, don't worry. I just want to sleep for a while. We are all young men, and we will all be strong men in the future. Don't be afraid."
After putting a smile on his face, Yang Zai muttered something he didn't know if the other party could hear. Then he closed his eyes completely and lost the last trace of his life.
At this time, all the Chinese characters in the barrel of the gun were wiped out in a trembling motion.
With the sense of accomplishment of successfully killing a Japanese superior soldier, I continued to retreat into the trench and began the arduous journey of loading bullets again.
Then, he saw such a scene in his eyes.
"F*ck! Damn you damn little devil~" After cursing, Hanzi gritted his teeth and continued to load bullets.
Otherwise! What else can he do?
There was not a single explosive pack on the battlefield now. Even if he wanted to rush down with the explosive pack and self-destruct, he couldn't do it...
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