"Come on, come on, good! Good. Come on! The cadres and fighters shouted.

On the devil's side, he drooped his head, shook his head and sighed, knowing that Ansun Changyi was no longer good.

However, Ansun Changyi still attacked frantically.

Suddenly, he didn't move.

It turned out that Han Feng pinched his blade with his fingers!

Yes, it's a knife caries

Ansun Changyi was stunned.

He casually exerted all his strength, and pressed down with a scream!

However, his blade could not move forward.

How can it be?

All the onlookers were stupid.

Gripping the blade with two fingers? How much effort does it take to do this? How dangerous is this practice when the enemy is slashing?

Even if you have a quick eye, how can you find the right time to pinch the blade?

How much friction can a smooth and delicate blade support you?

Impossible, completely impossible!

Many people keep slapping their thighs, pinching their faces, and looking up at the sky to see the sun.

Well? I'm not dreaming, am I?

On the devil's side, his eyes are straight!

They are all old devil masters, and they know the number of roads here.

Some devils were desperate and squatted down directly with their heads in their hands.

Ansun Changyi's eyes were terribly red, the green tendons on his neck jumped violently, and he screamed, he couldn't move forward, so he suddenly retreated!

However, the blade seemed to be on Han Feng's fingers, and he couldn't move a bit!

Ansun was furious, he couldn't care about anything, he directly held the handle of the knife with both hands, rushed forward, dragged back, stabbed up, pulled down, did everything possible, and was full of ugliness, wanting to pull the blade back from between Han Feng's fingers.

Han Feng smiled and slowly moved his fingers, pulling Ansun and his saber towards him.

Then, gently go up!

Anson's fat body was actually attached to the saber and was lifted.

Ansun was still screaming, desperately pulling the knife, suddenly realized that something was wrong, looked at it, exclaimed, poof, fell to the ground, a dog gnawed mud!

The front teeth are broken, and a mouthful of tomato sauce is ah!

He was so desperate that he even cried out loud regardless of the face of the officers of the Imperial Army.

The cadres and fighters of the expeditionary detachment applauded one after another!

The political commissar Liang Weixing, who snorted and left, turned back, held back his smile, and blamed Han Feng: "Hey, Comrade Han Feng, which play are you playing?" If you have this ability, why don't you tell us? It's a big deal! ”

The old militiaman jumped up: "Devil leader, are you comfortable?" Convincing? ”

Ansun Changyi got up, rolled his eyes, panting like a cow, and said viciously: "You just won a game!" Proud of what? The imperial army will eventually travel all over the rivers and mountains of China and become the master of China and the world! ”

The old militiaman's mouth cannon is also very powerful: "I, why are you? By fist? With a knife? Ha ha. ”

Ansun Changyi sneered: "The power of the empire's guns and cannons, the chariots are rolling, and the copper walls are impregnable!" How can it be imagined by you Ribas? In the end, you're all souls under the wheels of the Empire, haha. ”

The old militia laughed: "The devil enters the village, quietly enters the village, and those who shoot don't want to shoot, haha." ”

The soldiers were also amused by the old militia, and they all followed suit, mocking the devil's mouth cannon to be powerful, and the others were actually sparse.

Ansun Changyi was enraged again: "Very good, you still don't know how powerful?" The battle just now, the guns and shells of our soldiers, completely suppressed you! Could it be that I am the one who is Hu? ”

The old militia and the others paused for a moment and remained silent.

Honest man.

The mouth cannon is really not proof

A devil soldier immediately shouted: "Race shoot, shoot!" The marksmanship of the Imperial soldiers is the strongest! ”

Ansun Changyi was immediately reminded: "Do you dare to compete with us in marksmanship?" Rifle shooting? Fists and sabers, that's the stuff of the age of cold weapons, not the real strength of the Empire! ”

Dozens of devil captives clamored together.

On the side of the expeditionary detachment, the cadres and soldiers were-for-tat, laughing at the devils who couldn't afford to lose.

They just don't match, because everyone knows that the devil's marksmanship is really powerful.

Han Feng and the other devils became proud, and the two sides couldn't talk about each other, so they laughed: "Okay, okay, accept the challenge, it's still me!" ”

At this moment, the cadres and fighters were stunned for a moment, and then applauded.

Political Commissar Liang Weixing is the highest applause!

"I am in favor of the competition, Comrade Han Feng will definitely live up to expectations!"

While doing this, he glanced at Han Feng, which means, if you can do it, just do it, if it doesn't work, I'll find you under the stairs!

Ansun Changyi hurriedly rushed to him, his mouth full of blood bubbles: "It's you, you promised, promised, start immediately, don't regret it!" ”

In his eyes, Han Feng's marksmanship must not be good!

Because, there is always a limit to one gift.

Hard qigong is powerful, knife skills are powerful, and great strength is a professional strength, and in other aspects, it must not be schooled

Otherwise, he will become a god!

He didn't know that there really were soldiers in the world......

Han Feng nodded: "Yanxi!" ”

Among the Japanese prisoners, three soldiers who were the most proficient in shooting and were basically unsupported, or, who did not affect shooting, were selected to shoot with Han Feng.

In order to ensure safety, Li Qing, Liang Weixing and others sent soldiers with guns, and as long as the devil dared to play tricks, they would immediately kill him.

The devil is also smart, especially Ansun Changyi, who repeatedly told his three soldiers to compete seriously, not to come nonsense, and to pay attention to the dignity of the imperial army.

Three hundred meters, one bullet for each of the three devils, Quan Zheng

Ten rings!

Three Ten Rings.

After that, Ansun Changyi and the three devils, as well as dozens of other wounded soldiers and prisoners, were elated, expecting Han Feng to make a fool of himself.

Han Feng smiled faintly, and casually poked it over there, bang, the gun went off!

Not even aiming!

Ansun Changyi jumped up, and his mouth full of blood bubbles blew out!

"Onboard! Miss! ”

However, the cadres and soldiers of the expeditionary detachment soon cheered, because the soldiers who were looking at the target on the other side: "Ten rings! ”

The devils didn't believe it, so they brought the target, and sure enough, it was the Ten Rings!

The devil demanded that the target be placed at four hundred and fifty meters. That was the limit of accurate shooting, because the effective range of the 38 rifle was only 460 meters.

Or the three devils shot first.

As a result, one of the two missed the target, and the best score was nine rings, and the other was seven rings!

The devils cheered, because Sanrao's best score was counted as the result of the Japanese army!

All the cadres and fighters of the expeditionary detachment were worried, and at the same time, they were really convinced by the shooting skills of the devil soldiers!

Moreover, Ansun Changyi was also proud, the Japanese army won the competition, the Japanese army left, he wanted to commit suicide to apologize, and maintain the dignity of the imperial army, because the imperial army is more elegant than the Eighth Route Army and the guerrillas!

Isn't this infuriating?

Han Feng smiled: "Push the target to six hundred meters!" ”

The cadres and fighters were shocked, "No, no, no!" ”

Ansun Changyi smiled: "Yes, in this case, if you fail, you still have face, I admire your cunning!" ”

The cadres and soldiers were furious and wanted to scold him, Han Feng had already raised a gun, bang!

Ten rings!