As a veteran who had been in the army for three years and worked as a machine gunner for one year, Matsuda Uchihisa was not at all worried about the prisoner uprising in front of him, and was even a little bit happy about the upcoming massacre.
The prosperous city should not be owned by the lowly Chinese people. Only the Empire of Japan can own such rich land. He can send more money back to the empire to his mother, and he can also enjoy the Chinese flower girls as he likes. If not
This bunch of lowly Chinese people resisted beyond their means. They have now completely occupied Shanghai, the largest and most prosperous city in the East. How can they still lie on the cold ground in early winter? Damn the Chinese people...
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While Matsuda Uchihisa silently cursed the Chinese soldiers who did not let him enjoy life early, he grinned and pulled the trigger. There would be no suspense. The thirty rounds of bullets in the Taisho 11 machine gun he held in his hand could kill the people in front of him.
These more than twenty lowly Chinese people were sent to hell.
"Pa Gouer", at this moment, with the crisp sound of a gunshot, the eyes of Matsuda Uchihisa, who was about to pull the trigger, filled with blood red, followed by permanent darkness.
His finger had already pressed one-third of the machine gun trigger, but the remaining two-thirds had become an insurmountable distance for this fanatical militarist soldier in his life.
The sharp bullet entered from between the eyebrows, and the fragile brain was turned into a ball of paste. The nerves in the brain were instantly cut off, and the fingers that had received the instruction to pull the trigger were only left with unconscious twitches. That kind of strength was simply not enough to pull the card.
Spring-loaded trigger.
The soldiers with beards and standing up ready to fight were already unlucky to face the machine gun, but what they didn't expect to see was a flower of blood blooming on the head of the Japanese machine gunner.
In the faint night, the red and white epiphyllum suddenly opened, and the strange scene made the soldiers who had witnessed countless deaths collectively tremble.
That shot was not only accurate, but also ruthless.
The red one is blood, and the white one...
One shot to the head.
The warhead embedded with Liu Lang's teeth marks exploded completely due to structural changes at the moment it entered the human tissue. It rolled in the brain of the Japanese soldier and released all its kinetic energy. While completely disrupting the brain tissue, the huge energy with nowhere to vent was released.
skull.
Dummy bullets have a 95% mortality rate when shot in the head, a 70% mortality rate when shot in the chest and abdomen, and a 30% mortality rate when shot in the limbs. Even Article 5 of the Nazi Military Regulations
It also stipulates the warheads that are not allowed to be used.
Liu Lang proudly told the inventor, Captain Clay of the British Army, with a deep tooth mark that when it comes to copycats, the whole world obeys China, and that is not unreasonable.
Following the direction of the gunfire, the soldiers with goosebumps all over their bodies turned their heads subconsciously, and were stunned to see a big man suddenly jumping out of the crater less than ten meters away from them...
To be more precise, he was a fat man, a fat Japanese military sergeant with a fierce look and a few black stripes on his face, which looked a bit like the painted face in Peking Opera.
I can't blame the national soldiers for being taken aback.
If the big painted face pulled the gun bolt calmly and bent over, holding the gun straight like a fat cheetah hunting, it was quite impressive, but the military uniform that was obviously two sizes too small was exposed when he made the move.
What do you mean by arms that are raw and fleshy?
To use a modern word, it is -----What the hell is that?
The reaction of the remaining three Japanese soldiers was much stronger than that of the Chinese soldiers. The moment they heard the gunshots, they quickly judged the enemy attack and did not bother to shoot the prisoners in front of them. They all rolled over on the ground.
, turning the muzzle of the gun to point to their side - the location where the Type 38 rifle shot they were very familiar with.
If it were left in training, Liu Lang would have applauded these three little devils. They were very standard individual combat actions, protecting themselves and attacking the enemy at the same time.
It's a pity that this is a battlefield, not a training ground. The Japanese army, whose overall strength is much stronger than the Chinese army, should rarely encounter such individual sneak attacks. Their reactions are quick, but too dogmatic.
If it weren't for the Type 38 rifle in their hands, the total length of the bayonet was almost over 1.7 meters.
During the rolling action, he had to pull out the 1.7-meter-long spear from under his body and then lift it up. The time it took was enough for the enemy to send them to hell.
Of course, this kind of dogmatism is what Liu Lang sees.
The seventy-year time difference was an insurmountable barrier for these Japanese soldiers. If they hadn't encountered Liu Lang, the most elite special forces soldier from later China, the three Japanese soldiers would have been killed in one fell swoop, not to mention their impeccable standard individual movements.
The enemy, but it is almost no problem to hold on until reinforcements arrive.
At least, from the eyes of some dazed National Army soldiers, Liu Lang didn't see how much hope they had.
During the war, a fully armed Japanese soldier would carry 120 rounds of ammunition and 2 grenades. In the eyes of all soldiers, the big-faced man holding a rifle had little chance of winning. Six Japanese standard grenades could blow the big-faced man into big pieces.
Pork belly can still be fried directly in the pan.
The most ferocious offense is the best defense. Liu Lang, who jumped out of the crater, had no intention of fighting a protracted battle with these three men. After killing the machine gunner with one shot, Liu Langping jumped out of the crater with his gun in hand.
While watching the three targets he had observed hurriedly fall to the ground and roll over to find cover, Liu Lang calmly pulled the bolt of the gun and shot the soldier farthest away who was trying to pull out the spear from under him with a single shot.
In the horrified eyes of the national soldiers, Liu Lang threw with all his strength. The Type 38 with the bayonet in his hand hit the gun that was already ten meters away with a trajectory that was straighter than the trajectory of the bullet in the barrel.
The soldiers nailed the mouth to the ground.
"Ah~~~~" A miserable, inhuman howl sounded in the ears of the soldiers. The bayonet, which was more than 30 centimeters long, and the barrel of the gun, completely penetrated the neck of the Japanese soldier lying on the ground.
The spinal nerves that were cut off in an instant had completely blocked the kid's ability to move the body below the neck. The Japanese soldier who was nailed with a spear could not only scream and howl, but also try to lift his belt because of the huge pain.
A head wearing a steel helmet.
Just like a long snake that is not completely dead, its whole body is limp, except for the ferocious snake head with its wide mouth open to prove that it is far away from true death.
The brutal killings made the soldiers who had been on the battlefield feel numb. This rebellious fat sergeant was really a ruthless character.
"Male Gobi, if you don't help me, I will die." Before the last remaining Japanese soldier fired his gun, Liu Lang spread his arms and jumped forward while cursing angrily.
A standard dog-eating action knocked all the soldiers awake.