The firing range of the 38 rifle far exceeds that of most national soldiers, but the firing range of the 38 rifle that sounds a little scary is the "effective range", and the effective range actually refers to the theoretical killing range of the bullet. In fact, in combat, the bullet that shoots out of the chamber is often affected by factors such as wind speed and bullet weight, and it is difficult for even a sniper to accurately hit the target at a distance of more than 500 meters. The "person" that ordinary soldiers see with the naked eye is only a vague outline, and without the use of auxiliary tools, ordinary soldiers are actually unable to distinguish the height, shortness, fatness, skin, skin color, and even face of a target hundreds of meters away.

It is precisely because he has thought through these things that Zhuo Fei no longer worries about his situation, as long as he is not within 200 meters of the Japanese army, he will be safe, but the premise of this safety is not to be locked by the Japanese army's long-range fireman. As time slowly passed, Zhuo Fei's heart became more and more calm, and the merit points displayed under the light curtain had exceeded 300 points, which was close to the 350 point mark, as long as he obtained another 150 points, the light curtain could be upgraded again, Zhuo Fei couldn't wait to know what new skills the light curtain would bring to him after the upgrade.

He was just alone, Zhuo Fei was not arrogant enough to face the entire Japanese army alone, he just wanted to take the opportunity to shoot a burst after detonating those bombs, the serial explosions were combined with a large number of bullets scattered in the air, coupled with his long-range supplementary shots, Zhuo Fei felt that it should not be difficult for him to obtain dozens of merit points here. As several bullet casings stood upside down in front of him overturned one after another, Zhuo Fei, who was lying on the roof of the building, heard a roar, picked up his binoculars and looked at the street in the distance, and saw a Japanese tank.

Zhuo Fei was not surprised by the appearance of Japanese tanks, in fact, in order to break through the city of Nanjing, the Japanese army transferred a large number of tanks and armored vehicles, and Zhuo Fei had fought with them several times. The Japanese tank with the roar of the motor turned around the corner and drove into the dilapidated street, Zhuo Fei clearly saw in the binoculars, closely followed by more than a dozen Japanese soldiers who were walking forward behind the Japanese tank, Zhuo Fei, who saw the enemy situation clearly, couldn't help but pout, among these Japanese soldiers, he couldn't even see Cao Chang.

Zhuo Fei didn't plan to detonate the bomb immediately, just a dozen ordinary soldiers of the Japanese army and a tank, Zhuo Fei didn't want to use his arrangement on them, he had to wait for more Japanese troops to appear. Maybe Zhuo Fei's expectation was helped by God, and soon, Zhuo Fei saw the Japanese army he was looking forward to in the telescope. The Japanese soldiers who appeared in the telescope could exceed 100 people, and Zhuo Fei also saw a Japanese soldier Zhongzuo and two Japanese soldiers in the telescope, and the command knives worn by the waists of these three goods were too conspicuous.

Ignoring the two tanks in the Japanese army, Zhuo Fei placed the loaded six rifles neatly beside him, and then grabbed the rifle with the scope and put it on his shoulder. Lang didn't have time to wait, and at the same time that the cross cursor locked onto the Japanese soldier Nakasa, Zhuo Fei immediately pulled the trigger of the rifle. Zhuo Fei's rate of fire was indeed very fast, and the five bullets in the magazine were all fired before those Japanese soldiers could react. Nakasa and the two Shaosa were Zhuo Fei's first three targets, and the remaining two bullets in the magazine were rewarded by Zhuo Fei to a Japanese machine gunner and a grenadier.

On the street with the roar of the motor, the sound of the rifle seemed a little scattered, and it was precisely because of the roar of the Japanese tank that the sound of the rifle also became a little elegant, so that those veterans of the Japanese army could not lock Zhuo Fei's position for a while. Zhuo Fei, who had already changed his rifle, had no time to take care of these things, he just quickly pulled the bolt, aimed, and shot, repeating these actions mechanically, until all the bullets in the magazine were exhausted again, the flame of the Mauser rifle when fired was obviously much more obvious than the Japanese army's 38 rifle, and before Zhuo Fei continued to shoot with the third rifle, several veterans of the Japanese army had already discovered Zhuo Fei's location at the same time. "Boom" The tank gun assembled by the Japanese tank fired instantly, although the shell from the tank gun failed to hit Zhuo Fei's hiding place, but the debris splashed with the explosion still made Zhuo Fei, who was lying on his stomach, subconsciously shrink his neck. The battlefield was full of all kinds of accidents, and the debris flying from the explosion could also kill people, so Zhuo Fei had to be extra careful.

"Boom" Another shell smashed, and the smoke and dust dispersed with the explosion blocked Zhuo Fei's vision, forcing Zhuo Fei, who had been replaced to a third rifle, to stop shooting and continue shooting. Zhuo Fei didn't think about changing another position to continue shooting, but the wires of the detonator were connected to the detonator from here, and if he left, he would have to take the detonator with him, but the wires hidden under the floating soil could not be replaced with the detonator in other positions.

It may be that the attacker who realized that he attacked and killed his commander may be alone, and several veterans of the Japanese army rushed towards Zhuo Fei, who was full of smoke and dust, but poor Zhuo Fei, who was successfully suppressed by the Japanese chariot artillery, did not know this situation. Yamamoto never thought of himself as an unlucky person, and when almost all the officers who graduated at the same time as him entered the front-line army to lead the troops, Yamamoto relied on the help of his family and happily stayed in China to train recruits.

By the time the military headquarters decided to increase the number of troops in China, Isamu Yamamoto had already become a lieutenant officer and had the honor of becoming a logistics squadron leader of the 36th Wing. Isamu Yamamoto didn't care that the other officers in the wing said that he was a waste who relied on family power, he just wanted to wait for the war to be over and return to his family alive, and Isamu Yamamoto, who had witnessed too many deaths, seemed to have an inexplicable rejection of the battlefield.

It is precisely because of this psychology of Isamu Yamamoto that the captain of the wing, Jiro Wakisaka, sees the face of the Yamamoto family, and is happy to let Isamu Yamamoto be an idler commanding the logistics squadron, and in some of the battles experienced by the 36th Wing, the soldiers under Isamu Yamamoto are often borrowed by other squadrons. Messing around and being easy to talk to, this has become synonymous with Yamamoto in the 36th Wing, which also makes Yamamoto Yong not bad among the many officers in the 36th Wing, and no one wants to offend a member of a big family in vain.

Since being transferred to the 36th Wing, Yamamoto has always lived a very proud life, including the Battle of Shanghai and the current Battle of Nanjing, Yamamoto has not even participated in real battles, his tasks are to contain the wounded and collect supplies and other idle errands. But from the moment he was ordered to enter the city of Nanjing, things seemed to have changed suddenly, first the prisoners of war he was ordered to receive disappeared, and then the whole team under his command was shattered.

Yamamoto's courage was broken, but he didn't have the courage to continue chasing the attacker, and he was afraid that his remaining two squads would also meet with accidents. No matter how much the family's forces helped, it was impossible to help himself as a bare-pole commander, so Yamamoto Yucai shrank his forces and interspersed back and forth on the periphery of the combat zone, trying to cover up his previous mistakes with the action of clearing the scattered branches of the army. Yamamoto Yong's idea should be correct, but unfortunately his luck was too bad, and he met Zhuo Fei who had been waiting for a long time.

The command knife on Yamamoto's waist became the trigger for his death, and until he swallowed his last breath, Yamamoto Yong, who was hit in the head by a bullet shot by Zhuo Fei, would not know that the person who killed him was the attacker who had attacked his squadron several times in a row. Zhuo Fei didn't know that the Nakasa who was killed by himself was the unlucky guy who was caught and hidden by himself for a long time, in his opinion, Isamu Yamamoto, the Japanese Nakasa, was just the merit points and merit points he needed.

"Boom" Another shell was smashed by the tank gun of the Japanese tank, Zhuo Fei, who knew that he was already very dangerous, decided not to wait any longer, and put a few rifles on his side back into his baggage, Zhuo Fei grabbed the detonator and pressed the handle directly. "Boom" Even though Zhuo Fei was lying on the roof, he still felt the shaking of the ground, a huge pillar of smoke rose high from the street, and in the loud noise, the dazzling fire swept the earth and gravel and tore the whole team of Japanese soldiers into the air.

The Japanese veterans who rushed forward and were not far from Zhuo Fei's hiding place were also dumbfounded, and they were lying on the ground unsteadily, looking back in a daze, "Boom! Boom, boom, ......boom" The remaining bombing points were also detonated one after another, and the Japanese troops who had been blown up and scattered were all covered in smoke and dust in an instant, and in the sudden flash of the explosion, you could even see the fragments of human bodies and military uniforms that were blown up in the air and torn into several pieces.

The two Japanese tanks that bombarded Zhuo Fei could not escape their fate, and not all the mortar shells detonated by Zhuo Fei were detonated at the same time, and the rope that bound the shells did not bind them. There were shells scattered in all directions as the air soared into the air, and the unlucky Japanese tanks were bombarded by the scattered shells as if they had won the jackpot. Although the armor of the tank can withstand the bombardment of mortar shells, some small parts in the tank cannot withstand the shock wave of the explosion, and the small parts flying inside the tank have become deadly killing weapons.

The Japanese soldiers who were lucky enough to survive the serial explosions could only endure the scorching air and curl up their bodies as hard as they could, for fear that the explosive bullets in the air would hit them. The hot air inhaled into the lungs can cause a feeling of suffocation, and the buzzing ears make people want to scream wildly. In the dusty streets, there are more than a dozen large pits of staggered size, and the flames dancing in the pits are the ghost fires of the legendary hell, which makes the Japanese soldiers who have not yet lost their lives even more frightened.