"Take you?"

"I can fight, I can kill, as long as I don't lie in the hospital, I can do anything!"

Chen Yueyang glanced at him a few times, and then asked lightly, "What can you do?" Will a pedicure be done? ”

"Hey, that's not trivial, I stayed in Yangzhou, when will the chief fix it? Do you have corns? The corn has to be scalded with a cigarette butt so that the root can be removed, and I don't tell him about this ordinary person! ”

Chen Yueyang was stunned, crying and laughing for a while, "Get out!" After the injury, go back to your own troops, what a fool! He himself is also a temper who is not afraid of heaven and earth, but he feels that this bull demon king's speech is quite pleasing to the eye, although he is scolding in his mouth, but his tone is not fierce.

"Sir, I just want to follow you Rong 1st Division, how long and insightful, and besides, there are brothers from the Black Jungle Task Force, it must be a pleasure to get a devil. The 71st Army has a lot of soft eggs, and it still fights its own people with black guns on the battlefield, which is boring! The Bull Demon King rubbed his hands and smiled, "I have cleaned up the devil sniper before, take me with you, and make sure to prescribe the right medicine!" ”

"Is this guy okay?" Chen Yueyang hurried back to the camp and asked Ma Chenglong suspiciously.

"Okay." Ma Chenglong was also a little dumbfounded.

Returning to the Yin Mountaineering Position was undoubtedly a kind of torture for the lame five, and the overwhelming sound of artillery seemed to be still in his ears, and the bloody corpses of the brothers were also vividly visible. Thinking of Hu Laosan, the lame five couldn't help but reddened his eyes again, afraid that people would see it, so he quickly lowered his head.

The soldiers of the 3rd Battalion did not appear very friendly, one could even say hostile. Cripple five, Liu Mazi, and Gao Changgong walked into the fortifications under the direct gaze of many people, and the only bull demon king who nodded to everyone with a big grin, Lao Niu seemed to regard this treatment as a kind of enjoyment. And Ma Chenglong went directly to the place where the body was stored, and he didn't care what the people next to him thought of him.

The brothers who died earlier were buried, and the second floor of the bunker was only shot in the last few days, Ma Chenglong looked at them one by one, either in the head or in the heart, in a ruthless and clean style.

"This bullet is the bullet of the devil's 38 big cover, but it is shot from another gun."

"I guess it's Type 97." Chen Yueyang was thoughtful, his face was very ugly, "That gun is very fast, last time the four people around me didn't even have time to shoot back, they fell three, and the last brother just cared about pressing me down, and he was also killed." ”

Ma Chenglong thought about it, took off the 38 rifle he was carrying, compared a shooting action, the index finger was falsely buckled, and the mouth "snapped", the muzzle of the gun was lowered and then raised, simulating aiming at the next enemy, and at the same time the right hand was strangely pulled out and pushed, the bolt seemed to move, and it seemed that it had not moved, and a yellow bullet had flipped over and jumped out. With another "snap", he was as steady as a rock in his left arm, and his right hand was still pulling and pushing, and two bullets flew out. By the time all five rounds in the magazine were withdrawn, his first onomatopoeia "bang" seemed to still be in his ears, and the whole process was almost completed in the blink of an eye.

"Is the devil so fast?" Ma Chenglong asked.

"Yes." Chen Yueyang replied very simply, and the eyes that looked at the other party also changed. For a soldier, a gun is a second life, but he'd never seen anyone fiddle with a gun to that extent...... Anyone can withdraw the bullet and resist the fire, but Ma Chenglong is more natural and smooth than breathing, as if the gun is no longer a gun, but a part of the body.

Yes, as soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he knows if there is any, Chen Yueyang feels that there is no need for Ma Chenglong to show himself any more work, "I have something to say, so that you can have a bottom in your heart, that devil is really not slower than you when he shoots." How about it, do you think you can do it, if you are not sure, you can just say it, you are not my subordinate, I will not force you. "The team is not as good as the radical general, and he naturally knows that Ma Chenglong will not retreat.

Ma Chenglong seemed to see his intentions, hesitated, and told him: "Whether you are sure or not, I have to go." I'm afraid that devil is here to find me, and the purpose of his murder now is very much to lure me out. ”

Chen Yueyang froze.

"They won't leave until today, and they won't change places because they're afraid I won't be able to find them." Ma Chenglong refilled the bullets that had exited the magazine one by one, and added expressionlessly, "They are not only very patient, but also very careful." ”

......

"Do you think that will really lure him out?" In the middle of the night, the scorpion, which slipped over like a ghost, leaned its back against the tree and lit a cigarette.

The sky was still leaking like a hole, and the raindrops the size of beans were smashing a tidal sound in the mountains. Watching the scorpion struggling to lift his raincoat to keep the cigarette butt from getting wet, Yamano couldn't help but frown.

"You came to me to smoke, did you want the two of us to be found together and then killed together?" Yamano, who was sitting on a tree branch, adjusted the rope wrapped around his waist, he was now at least ten meters above the ground, and his movements were extremely careful. A few days later, he fixed himself to a tree branch to rest in a simple way, which was popular among Japanese snipers, and even took a nap at night.

The scorpion raised his head, and a little cigarette butt under the shadow of the steel helmet darkened and brightened unscrupulously, "Such a heavy rain, the Chinese can't even see the surface of their feet clearly, what are you afraid of." ”

"It is not difficult for a good hunter to smell your smoke from half a mile away, to find you with your nose, to kill you with a gun." Yamano said coldly.

Noticing that Yamano said "hunter", and not anything else, the scorpion smiled quietly, "In some ways, I can see that Captain Kimura has a great influence on you, Yamano-kun." However, I think it should be a dog to find people with a nose, or there is no need to be so nervous, the Chinese really have the ability to find it, I promise that he will definitely not bother you. ”

"Megalomaniacal guy." Yamano snorted, but did not refute.

In fact, he hates to partner with scorpions, but he has to admit that this guy is still quite powerful. Last time the Chinese learned to be obedient, one team feinted in the front, the other team copied in the back, almost succeeded, the scorpion killed several people without even the slightest movement, and retreated from the torn encirclement with the mountains. Although the Chinese soldiers who had to disperse during the search and arrest made the scorpion's actions difficult to guard against to a large extent, after all, he relied on cold weapons to kill people, and it was already remarkable that he could do this.

In addition to the bayonet that comes with it, the scorpion also has a military spur that never leaves his hand...... Found from Dr. Ida's room, the Chinese official bayonet left by the Chinese. Yamano had seen how lethal a scorpion's hands were, but he never understood why, as a soldier, he relied on knives more than guns.