Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 274

Chapter 274 When LOW Seer met a rich man

The muscles all over Crow's body tensed suddenly.

The experience of hunting as a boy is still there, and the crow knows that the enemy is only half a meter away from it.

Now there is only a thin wooden board less than half an inch thick between him and the Japanese! He could even clearly hear the little devil's heavy breathing!

I don't know whether it was because of excitement or extreme fear, but the crow lost the joy when it found the target. Instead, it stiffened up and tried desperately to remind itself to calm down.

He knows very well that the Japanese are not badgers. He cannot kill his opponent at once, and he may be the one who dies.

If it were a veteran with rich battlefield experience like Leng Feng or Lei Xiong, even a recruit like Niu Er who had spent a week on the killing battlefield of Sihang Warehouse, he would definitely shoot after breathing well.

The shell gun that has been cocked to the repeating device can fire 3 bullets in one second, which is enough to send the Japanese infantry who are near Chichi but know nothing about it to see their Amaterasu.

But not Crow. After all, he is just a small platoon leader of the security team. He can be mean-spirited, cheating, and even show off his strength, but when it comes to killing people, he is definitely a novice.

Even though he had shot and killed at least one Japanese soldier in the melee last night, the distance was still a little far away, and the shooting was based on probability. He even ducked down and ran away after shooting, leaving no time to be afraid.

But now, the enemy is so close, he can even hear the opponent's breathing and heartbeat, but if he wants to shoot to kill, the enemy's blood may splash on his face. It is impossible not to be afraid. .

The fear stemming from human nature took the crow a full ten seconds to calm down.

But he was facing a veteran who had been in the army for four years and had fought in the North China battlefield. Even though Crow had tried his best to steady his breathing and heartbeat, the Yamaguchi sergeant with his back leaning against the wooden door instinctively felt the danger.

It's not because of discovery, it's purely an intuition.

Looking around and finding no source of danger, Private Yamaguchi subconsciously aimed his eyes at the gap in the wooden door.

Then, the eyes of a Chinese second lieutenant and a Japanese army soldier met in a gap with a width of only 0.5 centimeters.

Obviously, this was something neither of them expected.

The Japanese infantry looking for danger did not expect to find the target. The second lieutenant of the security regiment, who had been thinking quickly in his mind about **** the two Japanese soldiers in one fell swoop, also did not expect that the Japanese would be stupid enough to attack through such a narrow gap. Look here.

“There are Chinese!” Yamaguchi's senior soldier's exclamation had already broken his voice.

The crow, whose mind was blank, subconsciously waved his left hand.

The one held in the left hand is not a shell gun.

It is a Hanyang bayonet.

It was taken by the crow's brother who had already died. If he had the opportunity, he would use this bayonet to poke a Japanese, and he would use the dead brother's knife to report to him.

This is the rule in the world. This will make him feel more at ease on the road.

The knife stabbed subconsciously after being stimulated is even more terrifying than deliberately exerting force.

The Hanyang-made bayonet, whose steel was far inferior to that of the 38 bayonet, still penetrated the half-inch-thick wooden door even after the tip was bent by the collision. The Japanese soldier, who had made a loud sound to warn his companions but only had time to tilt his head back five centimeters, pierced the left eye.

The delicate eyeballs cannot stop the thrust of the sharp weapon. Even if the tip of the knife is bent, the bayonet will penetrate the eye socket by at least five centimeters.

It does not have the violent penetration of Tang Dao, but it is enough.

“Ah!” The Japanese superior soldier immediately let out a miserable cry that was not like a human voice, and fell to the sky.

This human instinctive action only made the Japanese soldier's injuries more serious.

The curved tip of the knife was like an iron hook, directly hooking out a ball of flesh and blood.

Blood spurted out freely from the hands that had already thrown away their 38-meter caps to cover the wounds.

However, the Japanese soldier who fell to the ground did not struggle and cry as he should after being seriously injured. Instead, his whole body fell into a very strange convulsion.

It is the helplessness of the muscles that are trying hard to contract but cannot control the body, a bit like a frog that has been skinned and decapitated.

The knife that Crow had just struck not only pierced his eyeball, but also penetrated deep into his skull. The force of his falling backwards caused the curved and deformed tip of the knife to directly hook out some of his brain, and the nerves that controlled motor functions were completely destroyed.

In this case, the Japanese army's superior soldiers can still react like normal wounded soldiers. It can only be said that their Amaterasu loves him too much. After receiving the warning from his companions, Sergeant Kagawa rushed out of the room, roared and shot behind the door panel with a bayonet blade still inserted.

One shot is not enough, pull the bolt and keep shooting.

　　A five-round magazine was completely emptied, leaving five bullet holes in the thin wooden door from top to bottom.

Although he couldn't see where the enemy was hiding behind the door, the veteran soldier who was experienced in combat did not just shoot out of anger. The position he shot covered almost all the directions where an adult could hide.

After emptying the magazine, Sergeant Xiangchuan dodged to one side without hesitation. He had to guard against counterattacks from enemies who were not shot.

While shooting and dodging, the Japanese veterans did not even glance at their comrades lying on the ground twitching.

Because he knew that his companion, who was lying on the ground and could not even scream, was already dead. There was still a meat ball hanging from the tip of the knife on the wooden door.

Those are human eyeballs.

　　Xiang Chuan's rich combat experience saved him, and the crow who huddled in the corner to avoid his bullet also fired.

The twenty-shot German rifle fired seven or eight bullets in one breath, and at least three of the bullets that were almost scattered landed where the Japanese superior soldier had just stood.

“Damn, why do the Chinese like to equip such continuous-fire firearms? Can their fragile logistics keep up?” The Japanese superior soldier who hurriedly pressed bullets into the rifle from the bullet box hanging on his waist felt very painful.

I am afraid of comparison in everything. The Type 38 rifle with excellent performance is a good gun. It has a straight trajectory and an effective range of up to 400 meters. It can kill enemies at long distances with its excellent shooting skills. That is also the Japanese army. The way an infantryman is most proud of.

But here, the shell gun that can spray seven or eight rounds of bullets covering several meters of space in one breath can definitely compare the 38-year-old Gai to the garbage among the garbage.

As for the logistical supplies of the security regiment, Sergeant Kagawa is really too conceited. The security regiment is a wealthy owner who lacks bullets for everything. This time when he went out to fight in the city, everyone with a shell gun Each person is issued 15 magazines, each person holding a rifle is issued 200 rounds of ammunition, and the machine gun team is issued 600 rounds of ammunition.

As for what we mean by campaign-level logistics supplies, when did the security regiment think so much about it? Let's wait and see if we can survive the day. Doesn't your head hurt from thinking too much? Do you really think you are a theater commander?

Not to mention that the security team does not consider logistics, even the 67th Army and the 43rd Army have almost brought their family wealth to Songjiang. Whether they can do anything in the future depends on whether they can survive after the Songjiang Battle. .

Of course, what made Sergeant Kagawa feel painful was not that he found out that he was a low man. The Chinese people he looked down on were wealthy.

Rather, without the fire cover of his companions and emptying his magazine, he still needs a few seconds to pack enough bullets to deal with the next wave of battles. But will his opponent give him such a chance?

Elites are elites, and the idea of the superior soldier of the 'Steel Army' division is completely correct, and his opponent will not give him such a chance.

The crow that swept out a bunch of bullets kicked the wooden door open, stretched out the muzzle of the gun, and gave the Japanese superior soldier who was hiding to the side another "Pap, Pap, Pam!" '.

Humbling the superior Japanese soldiers to the ground.

The reaction of the Japanese superior soldier was extremely fast. He jumped out from the side and rolled several times in a row. "Pap-pat-pat" three consecutive rounds of bullets chased the agile Japanese soldier, causing only smoke and dust to rise on the ground, but did not hit him.

Unfortunately, the Songjiang Security Group is equipped with twenty-ring guns imported from Germany, which has a magazine capacity of 20 rounds.

The crow, which had missed consecutively, gritted its teeth and continued to shoot. Finally, when the sixth bullet was fired, the Japanese superior soldier, who was extremely agile in dodging and maneuvering, slowed down slightly and he was hit.

Xiangchuan's superior soldier was extremely unwilling. He was not defeated in technology and tactics, but was defeated in firearms.

　　At this time, no matter how unwillingly or in vain, I tried to raise my gun and fight back, it was already too late.

The crows also have bullets, so close range is easier than killing a chicken.

Several shots were fired in succession, all falling on the Japanese superior soldiers, until the shell gun fired blanks.

The Japanese soldiers were only left with unconscious twitching.

"Two more were killed!" Crow reached out and picked off the remaining three melon grenades from the two Japanese infantrymen, put them in his pocket, turned around and ran away.

　　A smile finally appeared on the face that had always been stiff.

That night he knelt in the wilderness and swore that he would kill 10 Japanese and offer them as sacrifices to her.

Now, there are three.

(End of this chapter)

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