Chapter 171 Japanese invaders and boars are actually the same.
Before Grunov had time to aim at the wild boar and pull the trigger hard, he saw Liu Lang making a mistake in his steps, dodging, holding the spur in his backhand and stabbing it down hard.
The dark triangular spurs penetrated directly into the wild boar's neck. Judging from the sashimi of the spurs left outside, it penetrated at least twenty centimeters.
This was not over yet, Liu Lang did not let the thorn stay in the wild boar, but took advantage of the wild boar's forward momentum to pull out the thorn backward.
Blood spurted out from the wild boar's neck like a fountain. The smell of blood filled the yard.
"Aw~~~Aw~~~" The wild boar's long and shrill howl sounded until just then.
The soldiers dodge much faster than the poor doctor. They can be described as birds and beasts scattering. These veterans all know that injured beasts are the most terrifying. Don't look at the wild boar being attacked by a guy like this.
If you spray Lao Gao, the danger may be even more terrifying than before.
If you don't even know how to hide when danger comes, you are no longer qualified to stand here.
They dodged quickly, leaving only poor Dr. Grunov with a pale face and a small Browning pistol pointing at the super-large wild boar with blood-red eyes and a bloody fountain on his neck. His legs couldn't help but
trembling.
At this time, no one was laughing at the doctor for being timid. Several young men could not hold down a domestic pig after being stabbed, let alone this super-large wild boar, which was comparable to a tiger and a bear.
There was a "bang" gunshot. Although Grunov was frightened and couldn't understand, the bravery of the Germans still made him pull the trigger. The power of the 9mm Browning 1911 pistol was huge, and the wild boar's broad shoulder blades popped out.
A bloody flower emerges.
The wild boar continued to scream miserably, but could no longer move forward. It fell heavily to the ground, its hooves flicking wildly. After a while, its movements became smaller and smaller, and the fierce light in the fearful pig's eyes dimmed.
"God, I actually killed it, God bless you." Grunov kept crossing himself on his chest with his left hand.
To be able to knock down such a ferocious beast with one shot is definitely beyond the scope of the doctor's psychology. He can only give credit to God.
"Haha, Dr. Ge, your marksmanship is pretty good! Much better than the officer's." Zhao Ergou laughed and teased Grunov, who was still making the sign of the cross.
Despite the ferocity of the wild boar just now, the officers were running faster than rabbits, but no one was really worried about Grunov's safety. If seven or eight box cannons were pointed at the wild boar, the wild boar could still kill the top scholar of the independent regiment.
They're hurt, they really have to go home and sell sweet potatoes.
What's more, the commander was still holding the pointed steel bar and didn't move! The terrifying commander had a record of killing ten Japanese soldiers in a row with his bare hands.
"God is with his people." Grunov replied in purely official European language.
However, the way he proudly put the pistol back into the holster on his waist still revealed the pride of a certain blond man.
Conquering beasts is also a way to show off your male hormones.
It's a pity that the senior leaders of the Independent Regiment are now focusing on the wild boar.
"The Browning pistol is quite powerful! The shoulder blade should have been broken by this shot."
"American products are good, but the gun is too expensive. The German box gun is also good."
"After all the talking and doing, we should quickly take off the pig hair."
"You're right, Datou, hurry up and prepare the boiling water. Let me have a meal today."
"Yes, yes, fat meat and potatoes stewed are so delicious. It will be even more delicious with some wine."
"It's a pity, if that guy hadn't wasted so much pig blood just now, making pig blood vermicelli soup after drinking wine, I tell you, that would be a beauty."
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Except for Liang Wenzhong and Yu Xiancheng, who were a little more mature and focused, the officers had already gathered around the wild boar who was about to take his last breath. They began to discuss each other word by word. The topic started from marksmanship and gradually deviated, and finally the discussion reached when
If you marry your housewife again, you will have no regrets in this life.
No one noticed that a certain fat man's face was gradually darkening.
These bastards, it’s been a long time since I trained them!
Yu Xiancheng didn't say much. He squatted next to the wild boar and carefully looked at the extremely ferocious wound on the neck of the wild boar that was still moored and bubbling with blood. The more he looked at it, the more solemn his face became.
After a long time, he exhaled heavily and said slowly: "Do you think that breaking the shoulder blades can kill a wild boar weighing more than 300 kilograms?"
"Really? It would be better if he was shot in the head." Chi Dakui frowned and spoke.
"Isn't it the moment the officer came to it? I think it might have bled to death." Zhao Ergou spoke without hesitation.
Theoretically, this is the most scientific.
Bleeding to death? As soon as these words came out, and when they thought about the half-meter-high column of blood sprayed out from the wild boar's neck, everyone's expressions changed.
If an artery is stabbed with a knife, it is normal for it to bleed a lot, but the artery cannot grow to the back of the pig's neck anyway. The only explanation is that the wild boar's bleeding is caused by the military thorn.
They are all professional soldiers. It is self-evident what this means. This means that the terrible military spurs stabbing people will have the same consequences.
What are you most afraid of on the battlefield? It's not being shot to death or being blown up by cannons. What you're most afraid of is bleeding and dying slowly. The fear of gradually approaching death is something that no one can avoid.
scary.
The wedge-shaped wound on the wild boar's body tells everyone that this kind of wound is almost impossible to bandage. Even if it is bandaged in time, according to the speed of the wild boar's bleeding just now, there will be no blood left in just a few minutes.
If there is no more blood flowing, people will naturally be doomed.
What a terrifying vicious blade. At this moment, everyone looked at the black bladeless thorn in Liu Lang's hand with a bit of trembling.
This steel thorn without an edge has no other function, its only function is to kill people.
Fortunately, this thing belongs to me.
There is no doubt that you can have a pork feast, and the three-edged military bayonet that has proven its strength has undoubtedly become the standard bayonet of the independent regiment.
The stabbing training for all new veterans of the Independent Regiment also officially started from this moment.
According to Liu Lang's plan, all new recruits and veterans of the Independent Regiment, no matter what kind of training they are doing, must spend about an hour every day practicing the art of stabbing. After three months, those who do not meet the standard of stabbing will have their military pay reduced by 3 yuan.
The three-level officers in the squad and platoon will receive a reduction of 5 yuan each.
In Liu Lang's view, stabbing skills are even more important than shooting skills. The feeling of killing someone at close range and killing the enemy with a shot from a distance are completely different things.
The Japanese army can use the thorns to demonstrate the bravery of the so-called Imperial Army of the Empire of Japan. The independent regiment can also use the three-edged thorns to tell them that the invaders who have shed blood are no different from the wild boars that can only howl miserably.
PS: The reason why Fengyue spent a lot of time on military spurs was because she recalled the Battle of Shipai. While feeling sad, she also had an extremely crazy idea. If the military manufacturing industry of the Republic was brought back twenty years ago, the military spurs would have been
What kind of splendor would be the blood of the Japanese invaders flowing on it? This thought is irresistible. Feng Yue really doesn’t want to write about hydrology. I ask book friends to understand Feng Yue and I will be grateful.