The man lying on the ground immediately assured Wu Jun: "The young man is definitely not lying. The big boss clearly ordered everyone to leave the stronghold, and no one is allowed to stay. This order comes like a mountain, who dares to disobey it?"
There is no one in the bandit's lair, and there is an empty cottage there. This is not just a matter of singing the "empty city strategy".
Thinking of this, Wu Jun's heart sank. He knew that the bandits were going to set up a net and use their own bandit's nest as bait. All members would carry out their best mobile and flexible "mountain guerrilla warfare" to counter the action sent by the general guard.
The personnel worked around the situation.
Thinking of this, he didn't waste any more time, stood up directly and ran towards the other side of the road.
The injured person who fell to the ground saw him suddenly walking away and couldn't help shouting anxiously: "Don't leave me alone! I don't want to die here!"
"Stop blabbering! I'll come as soon as I go, just wait patiently."
Wu Jun, who had already reached the other side of the road, heard the man's wailing and couldn't help but replied in a deep voice.
After hearing Wu Jun's words, the man immediately shut his mouth and did not dare to talk nonsense again.
Here, there were three people lying on their backs and lying on the ground. Out of caution, Wu Jun carefully pressed the arteries in their necks one by one and determined that all three of them were dead.
So, he began to search the bodies of these three people. In addition to ammunition, weapons and personal belongings, Wu Jun seemed to be looking for something.
Finally, he found a piece of paper on a man who looked to be about thirty years old.
After unfolding the paper and reading it, Wu Jun nodded and quickly put the note into his pocket.
Then, he took off the man's coat, put the collected ammunition, shell gun, dagger and bayonet on the clothes, grabbed the four corners and sleeves of the clothes, gathered them up at once, and held them in his hands.
After picking up two more rifles, he returned to the back of the car and said to Pang Qing, who was in charge of guarding: "I will take these things to the cab and be back soon. I want to tell you something."
Pang Qing nodded and said, "Just keep the rifle with us. You won't need it over there."
Wu Jun smiled, turned around and walked forward without saying anything.
Pang Qing looked at Yao Qi, who had basically sorted out his rifle and ammunition, and said, "Our temporary person in charge is interesting. What are you thinking about?"
Yao Qi waved his hand and did not answer his words.
He walked to the innermost side of the carriage and checked that the two rifles and magazines he had placed on the rear panel of the cab were all secured.
Then, a rifle was placed on the railing in the middle of the carriage and fixed, but no magazine was placed next to it.
After completing the inspection, Yao Qi walked back to the rear of the car with confidence, took off the rifle that he had just fixed on the side panel of the car, slung it behind his back, and placed three fully loaded rifle magazines.
In the right outer pocket of the coat.
He handed the other rifle to Pang Qing and said, "Put it on your back and be prepared for anything. Who knows what kind of situation you will encounter later?"
Pang Qing followed the instructions and took the rifle, carried it behind his back, and put the three rifle magazines handed to him by Yao Qi into his jacket pocket.
Seeing him casually put the magazine into his pocket, Yao Qi immediately reminded him: "Don't mix the magazine of this rifle with the magazine of your own rifle. Wait until you are exchanging fire with the enemy."
Make some trouble for yourself."
Pang Qing smiled and said, "Thank you for reminding me! I can distinguish them clearly with my eyes closed. I can't make a mistake."
Yao Qi still insisted: "Ammunition for different firearms must be kept separately. This is a regulation and we must abide by it. Have you forgotten the captain's request?"
After hearing this, Pang Qing no longer dared to smile playfully, and hurriedly reached out and took out the three magazines that he had just put into his jacket pocket, and put them into his pants pocket.
Seeing him like this, Yao Qi said, "It seems that I was right. Did you happen to have the magazine of the shell gun in the pocket of your coat?"
Pang Qing nodded sheepishly under Yao Qi's questioning.
Yao Qi said in a low voice: "When will you get rid of this habit of putting things away? Brother Zhai said that if you want to become a 'sharp shooter', self-discipline is the first quality requirement. If you don't demand yourself well, what's going on?
Okay?"
Pang Qing was speechless when Yao Qi said that, he blushed and lowered his head.
Seeing him like this, Yao Qi took the initiative to change the topic in order to let him adjust his state, and said: "It's like what you said just now, I wonder what Brother Wu is thinking?
Then I want to ask you something, what is our mission this time?"
Just as Pang Qing was about to answer him, Yao Qi stopped him and said, "You don't have to answer me, just think about it yourself.
After thinking about it clearly, you will know what brother Wu is thinking about?
But one thing I want to tell you is that although Brother Wu is not clear in form, he is actually the leader of our team.
What he is considering must revolve around how to complete operational tasks and ensure that the interests of our general guard are not infringed.
Therefore, we should not presume to speculate on his intentions, as long as he communicates truthfully with us."
Pang Qing nodded and said, "I understand, Brother Yao. I know how to do it."
Then, when he saw Yao Qi taking the grenade fastened to his waist and fastening it to the training belt tied to his stomach, he asked, "Brother Yao, are you going to use a rifle to attack him later?"
Are you an enemy?"
Yao Qi smiled and said: "Your observation skills are quite good!"
As he spoke, Yao Qi turned off the safety of the rifle in his hand, removed the magazine, counted the number of bullets in the magazine, then put the magazine back on the gun, and put the gun behind his waist.
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"When fighting enemies in the wild, a shell gun is not as useful as a rifle. You recognize this gun, and its performance is really good. The gun we used for training is not as good as this gun!"
As Yao Qi spoke, he took off the rifle from his back, picked it up, and aimed it toward the outside of the car.
"The Type 88 Mauser rifle is produced in Hanyang Arsenal, also known as 'Made in Hanyang', and commonly known as 'old sleeve'.
The caliber of the bullet used is 7.92 mm, the range can reach two thousand meters, and the effective range is one thousand five hundred meters. It is definitely a good gun.
Judging from the condition of this gun, it is at least 90% new. It is newer than the gun we used during training. It should be an improved model.
After pulling the bolt, the smell of ammunition in the magazine is not strong. It can be seen that these guns are not used frequently, or the training intensity is low.
I have checked the sights and sights of these five guns one by one, and they are all normal.
For us, this newly seized 'Made in Hanyang' is really like a 'timely rain'!"
Pang Qing patted the butt of the rifle he carried on his back and said in a familiar tone.