Under the attack, the Japanese subconsciously pulled the trigger. The sound of the 38 cap was very crisp, but it went silent before even a few shots were fired.
Until their death, they did not find out where the enemy was, nor did they know who killed them.
In the darkness, the sunlight penetrated through the layers of leaves, forming beams of lightsabers that fell on the ground, forming spots like copper coins. One was hit in the chest, vomiting blood from his mouth, and could no longer breathe.
, but the Japs who were not yet completely dead, when they were dying, their hazy eyes caught sight of a person suddenly appearing there.
It was so dark that he couldn't see clearly, but the rays of sunlight hitting his body seemed to have given him a layer of gold. As he moved around, he became more and more blurred, and his whole person wandered between light and darkness.
, I can’t see the appearance clearly, it’s so mysterious!
"Ghost!"
The Japanese uttered a sentence in Japanese while vomiting blood from his mouth.
"Boom! Boom!"
In response, two high-speed rotating bullets passed through the silencer and penetrated into his heart and head like silent ghosts seeking death.
The hard leather Martin boots stepped on the rotten leaves.
After refilling the gun on the Japs who were still alive, Zhou Yang quickly bent down before the Japs could touch him.
He wants to touch the body!
"Type 38 rifle, 6.5mm bullets, melon grenade..."
Zhou Yang has a pair of dexterous hands. His nimble fingers touch around like butterflies flying back and forth through flowers. He can search for trophies every time he falls. Every trophy he touches disappears out of thin air, and soon in the
With Zhou Yang's skillful and dexterous skills, these dead ghosts were completely plundered.
Before traveling through time, he experienced high-intensity battles with those who traveled through time. Zhou Yang's remaining ammunition has basically been exhausted. If he cannot replenish his ammunition in time, once the few remaining bullets are used up, he will have no fighting power!
After all, without the ability to strike remotely, this portable space is no longer a battle fortress for me, but just a narrow and cramped shelter.
Returned to the portable space again.
Maybe they heard the gunfire, and soon a dozen Japanese soldiers came running over with guns in hand.
Zhou Yang did not expose his head, but reserved two nostril-sized holes to connect to the outside world for ventilation.
No matter the outside world is full of bullets and blood, or it is cloudy and pouring with rain. In this portable space, he is safe. Zhou Yang leaned against the wall and took out a glass jar from his backpack, which contained a piece of peeled water.
The opened oranges floated in the clear orange sugar water. Unscrew the lid, and the sweet smell immediately filled the two cubic spaces.
While drinking his favorite orange syrup, Zhou Yang took out another packaged bread from his backpack. Although the bread had expired for more than a year, the taste had not changed much, and it had been cultivated for more than half a year.
The stomach is doomed. Even a slight deterioration will not easily cause Zhou Yang's steel stomach to cause a revolution.
At this time, because of the few gunshots that had just been fired, a dozen Japanese soldiers who came after hearing the sound also discovered the team that was killed by Zhou Yang.
For a moment, the Japanese were on alert. After confirming that there were no enemies around, they relaxed a little.
"Bagaya road!"
"Aso-kun is dead!"
"Everyone in the Aso team is in pieces!"
"There are no enemies around, not even any traces of fighting. Who killed them? Is it a ghost!?"
"I didn't even hear the enemy gunfire!"
"It's so weird!"
"What kind of army is this that can kill Aso's team silently? It's terrible! Could it be that the Chinese formed a special attack team?"
"I think it's quite weird here..."
The Japs yelled nervously, and a gust of wind blew. In the dark forest, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the sunlight became extraordinarily blurry with the swaying tree crowns.
All the Japs were trembling with coldness.
In the portable space,
Zhou Yang was in no hurry to take action. He held the bread in one hand and the glass jar in the other, counting the trophies he had collected with his eyes.
"One short gun, five long guns, and nine bullet chains."
A Japs usually carry one hundred and twenty rounds of ammunition with them, because these Japs were killed by Zhou Yang before they had time to shoot. There were more than a thousand rounds of ammunition in total, and a dozen cantaloupe grenades.
A lot of fat!
Looking at these trophies, Zhou Yang felt like picking up boxes while playing a game of chicken.
With these, I can finally do it boldly without worrying about running out of ammunition.
Moreover, although the 38 cap is much more primitive than the Steyr automatic rifle with an infrared sight multiplier, it was an excellent firearm during World War II. It also served the Japanese for more than 40 years and was not completely retired until 1980. .
Its effective range is 460 meters, which is no worse than the Steyr AUG rifle. It is also a very classic and easy-to-use firearm.
Eat and drink enough.
Zhou Yang looked through the hole and saw nearly twenty Japs gathered outside. At this moment, a smile appeared on Zhou Yang's lips. This group of stupid Japs soldiers just gathered together, but they actually happened to be surrounding his personal belongings. After circling the space station, there was a Japanese enemy that coincided with my own location!
This makes Zhou Yang look like he has a bug!
"One, two, three...seventeen Japs."
Zhou Yang picked up a grenade with a grin, pulled the grenade's ring, and let go.
At the bottom of the portable space, a hole the size of a volleyball appeared.
The Japanese outside had not yet realized that death was coming. After checking the surroundings and finding no trace of the enemy, they were on alert waiting for the arrival of the large force.
"Duh~"
The Japanese soldiers who were on guard suddenly saw a round thing falling out of thin air.
Because there was a thick layer of dead leaves on the ground as a buffer, the grenade didn't make much noise when it hit the ground.
When the Japanese noticed the grenade and shouted out, it was already too late!
Accompanied by the scream of "Grenade" and "Boom!", the gunpowder exploded violently, and the bullet skin exploded. The fine steel balls suddenly shot out and penetrated into the bodies of the Japanese at close range. .
When the grenade exploded, Zhou Yang closed all the breathing holes, closing the last link between his personal space and the outside world.
After about half a minute, Zhou Yang reopened the two eye-sized holes, and the smell of gunpowder smoke came in.
"Ahem~"
Zhou Yang choked and coughed twice, then covered his mouth and nose.
Along with the smell of gunpowder smoke, there was also a painful ouch of "Ouch~Ouch~Assi~".
Along with the wind in the mountain forest, the gunpowder smoke blew away, and the slightly moist dead leaves on the ground were not ignited, but were blown into pieces, and the fine leaves kept flying in the air.
The few Japanese who were not killed were buried in the dead leaves and sobbing.
"Puff puff puff..."
The Rolock 17 pistol is made entirely of plastic stamping, is lightweight, and is very comfortable to hold in the hand.
The index finger pulled the trigger, sending bullets into the hearts of the Japanese one by one, ending their suffering.
At this time, a faint light flashed on the black crystal-like bracelet on Zhou Yang's wrist, and a number jumped rapidly several times.
