Bullets kept falling on the tiles of the house in front of Zhou Yang, and the tiles were shattered into pieces of rubble, scattering in all directions.
“you got bloodyour face······”
The enemy's frightened expressions, the war scenes filled with bullets, yellow and orange bullet casings kept jumping out, falling to the ground and making a "ring, ring, ring, ring" sound, coupled with the explosive singing in the ears, it was like a dose of adrenaline.
On the butt, Zhou Yang became excited!
"Chirp~!"
Suddenly a sharp whistle pierced the air.
Then there was a "boom!" sound that shook the eardrums.
The house beneath Zhou Yang collapsed!
"Cough cough cough cough..."
Zhou Yang's ears hurt from the shock, and smoke and dust got into his nose, causing him to choke and cough repeatedly.
Especially after the gunpowder smoke filled the air, Zhou Yang did not dare to close the hole in the portable space. In this small space, it was difficult for the gunpowder smoke to dissipate quickly, and his throat and eyes suddenly burned and he felt uncomfortable.
Zhou Yang pulled up the hem of his clothes, soaked it with a water bottle, and then covered his mouth and nose tightly: "It seems that in the future, the portable space will need to be equipped with a gas mask. If the portable space grows again, it is best to wear it again."
Exhaust fans and oxygen bottles!”
Finally, when the gunpowder smoke outside was blown away by the wind, Zhou Yang opened some holes as thin as chopsticks from the back, and the air formed convection, and the gunpowder-smelling smoke was sucked out from the cramped space of the portable space!
"suck!"
After taking a deep breath, Zhou Yang looked at the Japanese soldiers outside. Most of them were already hiding behind bunkers, and it was difficult for the machine guns to be effective anymore.
Then, Zhou Yang threw the machine gun aside, took off the earphones from his ears, picked up a Type 38 rifle, and aimed at a Japanese soldier who was peeking at the crooked neck tree.
"Snapped!"
The crisp sound of gunfire rang out.
During this month, Zhou Yang taught the Eighth Route Army soldiers how to shoot. Naturally, he quickly adapted to the 38-meter cover and the machine sight.
Therefore, after a short sprint of a hundred meters, the bullet that came out of the barrel penetrated the Japs soldier's forehead with a "pop" and tore a big hole in the back of his head. Then this bullet was
The bullets stained red by the blood flew to nowhere!
"Nani?"
The squadron leader standing next to the adjutant suddenly widened his eyes.
The house has obviously collapsed!
The smoke and dust were also blown away by the wind, and there was no trace of anyone behind.
However, the bullets are still roaring in that direction!
He really couldn't figure out what kind of enemy he was facing and where he was hiding.
"Snapped!"
There was another soft sound, still coming from that direction. He hid behind the crooked neck tree, not daring to show his head, but a layer of white sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.
In the portable space,
Zhou Yang kept pulling the bolt, shooting, pulling the bolt, shooting, pulling the bolt, shooting. After killing more than a dozen Japs who dared to show their heads, he could no longer see any Japs he could kill within his field of vision.
Even the gunshots that the Japs fired wildly at this direction just now were almost inaudible.
The hole in the portable space shrank, and a jammed bullet shot from outside fell down immediately and landed in the ruins of the collapsed house. And a needle-like deformed warhead was cut off by the shrinking hole.
, the bullet casings that fell on the ground were inconspicuous.
The places where holes appear in the portable space are places connected to this world. Other places will not be touched by things in this world, but the places where these holes are located will be hit by bullets, flooded by floods, and
Caught in the smoke.
However, such finely arranged, needle-like holes will not be drilled by bullets.
Zhou Yang glanced at his watch, 181/100.
The mission has been overfulfilled. Just during the shooting process, Zhou Yang had already received the message from the Lord God.
The mission has been completed, and you can leave here at any time and return to the wasteland.
However, Zhou Yang didn't want to leave immediately.
First, after seeing the corpses of the common people in Yegouzi, I have been feeling a little nervous and want to kill more Japanese! If I kill one more Japanese, the Chinese people in this world may be able to live a better life.
Second, after completing the task, the numbers on the watch were still beating. Zhou Yang wanted to test whether the mission of the Lord God also had different degrees of completion.
Seeing that the Japanese were hiding in the bunker and not coming out, Zhou Yang was not in a hurry and threw the empty gun out to make some room to stretch his legs in the small carry-on space.
Zhou Yang took out a can of yellow peach from the corner, took out his saber, inserted the lid of the can, and opened the can with a "pop!"
He put on his headphones again, changed to a more soothing music, picked up a fork, and ate the expired can while paying attention to the movements of the Japanese outside.
The squadron leader behind the crooked neck tree was lying on the ground at this time, with his head on the ground and carefully looking in the direction of the collapsed house. His face was full of confusion, and his eyes were full of fear!
He just poked his head out out of curiosity and saw a machine gun falling out of thin air in mid-air and falling into the ruins of the house that had been collapsed by shelling!
"Is it a human or a ghost? Is it a human or a ghost? Could it be the mountain god of Pingshan?"
Thinking of the small mountain god temple he saw on the way up the mountain, which was as tall as one person, he became suspicious.
Time passes bit by bit,
No more gunfire came from that direction.
He doesn't want to stay here anymore, and he doesn't want to burn down the village now, he just wants to leave this weird place as soon as possible!
"Walk!"
He gestured to the soldiers hiding behind the house not far away, and the two soldiers there immediately turned around and ran towards the outside of the village.
next moment,
"Pah! Pah!" Two sounds resounded in the squadron leader's heart like a nightmare.
Two soldiers fell to the ground one after another!
The scene reached a stalemate again.
The Japanese soldiers did not dare to show their faces, and Zhou Yang did not dare to suddenly appear under the guns of the Japanese soldiers in broad daylight.
However, Zhou Yang is not in a hurry. He has food and drink in his carry-on space. When he is tired, he has a rolled-up coat on his head, and he can take a nap comfortably. Moreover, the mission has been completed and he can return to the wasteland at any time. There is no more
No worries.
He reached into a canvas bag and took out an orange. He peeled off the skin and carefully cleaned the orange shreds, then put each piece in his mouth.
The sweet sugar orange bursts with sweet taste in the mouth, making Zhou Yang's mood become beautiful.
Time passed bit by bit, and from time to time a Japanese soldier escaped and showed up, and was shot to death by Zhou Yang!
Finally, after more than three hours of silent confrontation, the Japs could no longer withstand the pressure. After hearing a sharp whistle, the Japs under the scorching sun suddenly dispersed in all directions,
They all fled towards the outside of the village!
For a moment, the figure's silhouette was blurred.
"Snapped!"
"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"
The gunshots kept ringing out, and Zhou Yang kept pulling the gun bolt, aiming at the fleeing yellow figure. The bullets were like messengers from the god of death, piercing into the bodies of the Japanese and sending them into the boundless hell.
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From time to time, a corpse was left behind on the road, but there were too many escaping Japanese soldiers, and they ran in different directions. In the end, there were still dozens of Japanese soldiers who ran out of Zhou Yang's effective shooting range, and then they didn't dare to look back all the way.
, and ran away crazily down the mountain!
"Bang!"
When all the Japs were gone, a figure suddenly appeared in the void and fell into the ruins of the house.
I glanced at the watch on my wrist, 240/100.
It has exceeded the task by 2.4 times.
Looking at the dead ghosts everywhere in the village, Zhou Yang stepped on his leather boots and picked up two machine guns and matching bullet boxes, two grenade launchers, several pistols, bullets, and grenades, filling up his carry-on space.
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As for the rest, the mortars and 38-guns were old antiques that Zhou Yang, who was about to return to the wasteland, despised. They might as well leave them to Wu Tong, who lacked equipment and didn't even have a rifle.
Zhou Yang turned his neck and looked around the village where he had stayed for more than a month. Looking at the dead Japanese on the ground, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his figure disappeared from the place.
After another half an hour, five or six people emerged from the mountains in the distance. The first one was Wu Tong who discovered that Zhou Yang was not in the team. Wu Tong, who led the team back to search, was followed by Li Jianguo, Zhang Ligong, Zhang
Long et al.
Soon, Wu Tong and his party returned to the village in hiding.
The pungent smell of blood, corpses stacked up in all directions!
There were no traces of normal combat and no signs of friendly troops.
