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The destruction of Hutou Village made Jiao Chong and the bandits homeless, and they had to discuss how to join other villages together.
Exhaustion and hunger made their steps heavy and slow. When passing by a gurgling stream, without waiting for Jiao Chong's instructions, several ragged bandits threw themselves down on the bank of the stream and gurgled water down their throats.
Jiao Chong habitually looked at the dense jungle around him. After confirming that there was no danger, he walked to the creek with the 38-meter rifle in his hand.
The entrance to the cool stream moistened his dry and smoking throat, which lifted Jiao Chong's spirit.
"Um?"
When Jiao Chong lay down to drink water again, out of the corner of his eye he suddenly spotted an empty can lying quietly in the grass by the stream.
Jiao Chong picked up the can box. There were words on it, but they were not in Chinese. There were no ants or bugs attached to the can. It must have been just thrown away, Jiao Chong judged in his mind.
"puff!"
Just as Jiao Chong was holding the can and thinking about who threw the can in the wilderness, the dull sound of gunshots suddenly rang out, breaking the silence here.
A stream of warm blood splashed onto his face, and a bandit who stood up next to him fell into the water like a wooden stake, and his skull was ripped off.
"There are enemies!"
Jiao Chong shouted and rolled to avoid the bullets fired at him. The bullets splashed the mud where he stood. He was so frightened that he got up and flew towards the woods opposite to the sound of the gunshots.
Run.
Jiao Chong's reaction was extremely fast. The other bandits were not so lucky. From the first gunshot to Jiao Chong shouting a warning, they all fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.
"Ah! My legs!"
The hidden enemy had no intention of killing them all. One of the bandits was only hit in the thigh. He collapsed to the ground and wailed loudly, covering his bleeding wound.
Jiao Chong was originally one of the targets to be killed, but his reaction speed exceeded the expectations of the attacker hiding in the dark, and he actually dodged.
But the sniper hiding in the canopy soon had a sneer on his lips, and pointed the crosshair of the scope at Jiao Chong again.
"spray!"
"puff!"
The sound of gunshots rang out again, and the scorching hot bullets went straight towards the running Jiao Chong with a whistling sound, directly piercing through Jiao Chong's body. The impact of the bullet staggered, knocking Jiao Chong to the ground, and he did not move.
Jiao Chong was not dead. Although the bullet penetrated his body, it was not fatal. He covered the bleeding wound and did not dare to move anymore. He lay on the ground like a dead man, breathing heavily.
He knew that if he struggled to get up and continued running, the frighteningly precise bullet would blow his head off.
Who would hide in the wilderness and attack me and others? Is it the guerrillas? Or other bandits?
The severe pain made Jiao Chong's head a mess. The 38-meter rifle in his hand had fallen not far away when he fell. He calmly pulled out the shell gun from his waist.
More than a dozen Japanese soldiers wearing camouflage nets and steel helmets came out of the woods. When they saw the body of the bandit lying by the stream, they took out their pistols and shot them in the head at close range without hesitation.
Dull gunshots rang out one after another, and several bandits who were shot but not dead went to see the Lord of Hell one after another. The bandit who was shot in the thigh saw these ruthless devils, and wanted to crawl away with fear on his face, but was stopped by him.
He was kicked back.
"Answer my questions seriously and I can let you go."
A Japanese soldier squatted in front of the injured bandit with a frightened face, ready to ask him something he wanted to know.
Jiao Chong did not fall by the stream, but close to the edge of the woods. The thick grass blocked his slight movements, making the Japanese snipers think he was dead.
When the Japanese were interrogating the survivors, three Japanese who had finished refinishing their guns walked towards Jiao Chong, who was lying not far away. Jiao Chong was the last body they examined.
Jiao Chong's wound was still bleeding, and he felt that all his strength was draining away, but he still did not dare to move. He was not sure that he could run into the woods before the Japanese bullets caught up with him.
From the corner of his eye, he saw more than a dozen Japs coming out of the woods, and he also saw three Japs approaching him with guns in hand. He took a deep breath and knew that if he wanted to live, he had to deal with them first.
The devil.
The three Japs were carrying Bai-style submachine guns on their shoulders and holding Southern pistols in their hands. They saw Jiao Chong lying motionless in the grass. They stopped more than ten steps away. One of the Japs raised his hand to Jiao Chong's head.
Pick up the pistol.
The Type 100 submachine gun is very powerful and has fierce firepower, but it also has shortcomings. It consumes ammunition at an alarming rate.
Using a 100-type submachine gun to replace these dead people is completely overkill, so the Japanese chose pistols.
Just as the Japs raised their pistols and were about to press the trigger on the back of Jiao Chong's head, Jiao Chong suddenly turned over and fired bullets from the shell gun at the three Japs.
The three Japs were startled by Jiao Zhan's sudden action, and the Japs pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Bang bang bang..."
The Japanese bullet hit Jiao Chong's chest, and the bullets from Jiao Chong's shell gun fired out in a fan pattern. At this moment, the shell gun's continuous firing mode gave him an advantage.
Clouds of blood mist rose from the chests of the three Japanese soldiers, and bullets penetrated them. They fell backwards and fell to the ground with unwilling expressions on their faces.
The sudden sound of gunfire startled the Japanese soldiers in the distance and those who had not come out from ambush in the woods, and they hurriedly pointed their guns in Jiao Chong's direction.
When they saw the three fallen companions, their faces were full of anger. They did not expect that the boat capsized in the ditch, and an injured bandit actually killed three companions.
"boom!"
"boom!"
The Japanese sniper hidden in the canopy became angry, aimed at Jiao Chong, who was about to crawl into the woods, and fired twice. The bullets made Jiao Chong tremble all over.
"Hold......"
Jiao Chong was shot in many places, with blood pouring out of his mouth. He was still nearly a hundred meters away from the woods. He knew that he had been wise and escaped from guerrilla attacks several times, but now he was about to fall into the hands of the little devil.
, his face was full of fear, and his face became distorted because of the pain.
Eight Japanese soldiers by the stream rushed over. They wanted to rush over to rescue their fallen comrades, and at the same time check whether the enemy who had been shot by the sniper was completely dead. There was a fierce look on their faces.
The Japs armed with Bai-style submachine guns surrounded Jiao Chong, who was covered in blood. They saw that Jiao Chong was not dead yet and was staring at them. They were surprised by Jiao Chong's complete vitality.
"Kill him!"
The Japs with murderous intent on their faces let out a low growl, and pointed their guns at Jiao Chong, who was already defenseless, trying to kill the enemy who had caused them to lose three of their companions.
Jiao Chong looked at these Japanese soldiers, his lips were trembling and blood foam was pouring out. With a faint smile on his face, he used his last remaining strength to pull the two grenades hidden under his body.
"Boom!"
Suddenly there was a flash of dazzling fire, and a cloud of black smoke rose up from the explosion. The Japs surrounding Jiao Chong were blown to pieces with their flesh and blood.