Before the crossing, Yan Zhi, who was a top killer, understood how terrible the lethality of bullets to the human body was.

When the bullet leaves the chamber of the gun, it begins to rotate after encountering air, which can better avoid and penetrate the wind resistance.

The initial velocity of the bullet is comparable to lightning, and the power gradually increases with the conservation of energy, and when it collides with an object, the bullet that rotates to the extreme will deflect and roll in the human body, causing huge damage to the human body.

When a warhead penetrates the human body, it not only leaves a bullet hole, but also pulls on the tissues around the human muscles and bones, causing the muscles and bones to be displaced in a short period of time. From the entrance of the bullet, there is only a small hole in the human body, but the inside of the body is already a large wound, and there are thousands of holes in and around the wound.

But there are exceptions, that is, powerful rifles, if the bullet passes through the human body at close range, the wounds before and after the human body are the same, it is because the bullet has not had time to explode and has already left the human body. During World War II, Japan's 38 big cover was one of the best, with great power and penetration.

At the bottom of the valley, several soldiers of the Brotherhood are packing up the guns and ammunition of the devils on the battlefield, and they will be blown up together, leaving no ones for the devils.

On the top of the valley, Wu Zhonghua was leading a few people to gather the two Type 92 infantry guns together, and put explosive packs at the bottom of the guns, and a few other soldiers, after filling their bodies with two days' dry rations from all the brothers and brothers, began to pour gasoline into the Japanese warehouse, waiting for Yan Zhi's order, bombing the cannons, burning the warehouse, and then leaving quickly.

Looking at the two Type 92 infantry guns, Wu Zhonghua was really reluctant to blow them up, and couldn't help rubbing the muzzle of the cannon with his palm, looking pity.

On a low, sparse thorn tree hung two Type 90 steel helmets, deformed and covered with small holes caused by shrapnel from artillery shells. There was also a severed arm, white bones that looked particularly terrible in the searchlight, and a few strands of hair fluttered on the thorns, flashing a large blood-stained scalp. Yan Zhi took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the nausea. Fortunately, it was completely dark at this time, and the soldiers could not see his face clearly.

Yan Zhi and several soldiers stood by the thorn tree, under the searchlight, a Japanese soldier covered in blood lay in the grass next to the tree, at this time, a large amount of plasma gushed out of his wound, temporarily numb, and he did not feel severe pain.

Sure enough, it was the Japanese soldier who was not an adult. He was bleeding from his seven orifices, a pair of eyes full of fear of death were full of pleading, his immature face was full of gunsmoke, sweat and mud, one arm had been blown away, and the white bones of the wound were shattered, like a dog's tooth, obviously a 92 infantry cannon fell not far from him, Yu Weisheng broke his arm, and the shock made the seven orifices bleed.

A 38 cover flew down a few meters away from the Japanese soldier, and he struggled to reach out his other arm to get his gun.

On the battlefield of World War II, the seriously wounded soldiers of any country will have a strange action, that is, take a gun and shoot into the sky. Often, when soldiers on both sides see each other's seriously wounded people raising their guns and shooting into the sky, they will shoot them together to prevent them from continuing to suffer, which has become an effective way to seek death for those soldiers on both sides who know that they are not treating the wounded on the battlefield.

No one knows if it will be you who will shoot with a gun in the air tomorrow.

In the face of a dying enemy, most soldiers will choose to let him die a happy death.

Before going to the battlefield, the veterans will teach the recruits that when the stomach, chest, and neck are pierced, basically do not expect to survive, at this time, the best choice is to raise a gun and shoot to the sky for death.

The veterans all came from the eggs of the recruits, and in the end they all became old fritters, and they had long been numb to seeing the brothers around them fall one by one.

The veterans know that bullets on the battlefield don't have long eyes, and they can't say that they will be the next to fall.

The veterans also saw that some wounded soldiers were suffering in pain because they could not get timely assistance, and finally bled to death. This process of death is terrifying to watch and horrific to mention. Therefore, an experienced soldier cannot predict which direction the bullet will come from, but he can judge whether he or his comrade will be saved after being shot.

The war is relentless, and life is fragile. No one knows if they will be able to see the sunrise tomorrow.

You must know that the pain after being shot is unbearable for ordinary people, and it is definitely not like in the drama, where you can still fly off the wall after being shot.

Yan Zhi squatted down, reached out and took out the identity card from the soldier's arms. It reads: Nishimoto Shigaki, eighteen years old.

Yan Zhi knew that during World War II, the Japanese government did not allow minors to join the army, but due to the huge losses of the war, the Japanese now have a serious shortage of soldiers, so they have to levy minors from the country and then tamper with their age. The military can only turn a blind eye to this, and the lack of troops has already overstretched them on the Chinese battlefield.

Xiben Shiyuan struggled in vain, yearning for the 38 big cover to crawl. He was still young, but he had experienced the baptism of war many times, and he had seen many familiar comrades-in-arms die one by one, many of whom were teenagers who had not yet reached the age of seventeen like him.

Looking at the seven or eight hideous-looking Chinese soldiers around him, Nishimoto Shiyuan was not afraid, he knew that he had been hit hard and would definitely die. In the past, every time he went to the battlefield, he was worried that he would be bitten by a bullet one day. Well, now that he was bitten by a cannonball, he was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that he would not die soon. He had seen too many horrific processes of wounded and incurable soldiers slowly dying.

Yan Zhi could see at a glance that this Japanese soldier, who was at most seventeen years old and was called Nishimoto Shigaki, would definitely die. At this time, the huge wound was bleeding outward, paralyzing the pain of Nishimoto Shigaki for a while, and after a while, the blood flow to the wound was reduced, and the unbearable pain of human beings would hit the wound, which would make him suffer great pain before he died.

Yan Zhi knew that if someone else could kill this underage Japanese soldier, Xu Zheyou would not go to find him. He stretched out his hand and pulled out the Wang Ba box, and said in Japanese, as gently as possible: "Nishimoto-kun, I'll give you a ride later." Do you have any other requirements and anything to say? If I can, I will try to satisfy you. ”

Nishimoto Shiyuan didn't expect that this Chinese major could actually speak Japanese, he was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his immature face: "I miss my mother, I miss my brother, I miss home." ”

"I can't do any of this." Yan Zhi smiled bitterly, took out two cigarettes, and started on the flame handed by Fan Xiaosi, one of which was stuffed between the pale and dry lips of Xiben Shiyuan, gently opened the safety of Wang Ba's box, and said in a gentle tone, "Come, take a puff, I can only help you with this." ”

As he spoke, Yan Zhi put the muzzle of the gun on the forehead of Xiben Shiyuan.