Since he recognized Liu Cheng, Ono Taro hadn't paid attention to the others, and all his attention was on Liu Cheng.

The bullets fired by the Type 38 rifle in his hand never left Liu Cheng's surroundings.

Liu Cheng was not surprised by this.

It was inevitable that Ono Taro hated himself, after all, he almost died in his own hands.

It's just that Liu Cheng's position is a little passive now, it is a dead corner of a house, and there is very little space for shooting; If you want to aim, you have to poke your body out.

However, Ono's choice of firing position was quite good.

It was a stone pile in front of a mason's shop, and after a simple adjustment of its placement, it was a natural bunker fortification.

Although Takato and the others have been shooting at Ono Taro, they can only play a distracting role.

And there was a crooked machine gun in the bunker, which couldn't be done in a detour.

Liu Cheng rolled his eyes, reached out and pulled out the "throat bone pendant" that Duan Jinghe had "carefully made" from his collar, motioned to Gao Yuan to let their people stop shooting, and then shouted loudly:

"Taro Ono! Let's wait a minute! Lao Tzu has a gift for you! ”

Ono Taro vaguely heard Liu Cheng shouting, and immediately signaled the few remaining soldiers around him to stop shooting, and listened carefully with his ears open, but the muzzle of the gun never left the corner where Liu Cheng was.

The corners of Liu Cheng's mouth hooked up a wicked smile, removed a piece of cloth from his clothes, hugged the pendant and a fist-sized stone inside, and threw it towards the location of Ono Taro.

The moment his hand poked out, the gun in Onotaro's hand went off.

The bullet grazed Liu Cheng's wrist and flew over, rubbing off a small piece of flesh.

Liu Cheng didn't care, and scolded with a smile:

"You fucking little devil, Lao Tzu gave you a gift, why did you shoot it! I knew that Lao Tzu should have fed your bones to the dogs! ”

Ono Taro didn't want to pick up what Liu Cheng threw over, but when he said this, his face suddenly sank, and he stretched out the muzzle of the gun from behind the cover and picked it up with a bayonet.

As soon as it was opened, the ivory-colored pendant fell out.

Before he could see it clearly, Liu Cheng's voice sounded again:

"Ono! How's it going? Lao Tzu is okay with you? This bone has always been carried on my body to commemorate you! Now that you're alive, give it back to you! ”

Taro Ono held the pendant in his hand, and the expression on his face became more and more difficult to see.

Suddenly, a roar suddenly came out of his throat, snatched the crooked machine gun from the hand of the Japanese soldier next to him, jumped out of cover and rushed towards Liu Cheng.

At that time, the distance between the two sides was less than twenty meters, and from the moment Ono Taro stepped out of the bunker, the machine gun in his hand went off.

Those soldiers didn't wait for Liu Cheng and Gao Yuan's orders at all, and pulled the trigger.

Ono Taro's training on the peninsula was not in vain, and his running route was exactly the same as Liu Cheng's time in Huadian, and he still had a machine gun in his hand, and just as he was about to take aim, a soldier was hit in the shoulder by a bullet and pulled back directly.

Liu Cheng has been silently counting the number of times Taro Ono has shot.

There is a bucket on the left side of the body of the Devil's crooked machine gun, which can hold six five-round magazines horizontally, for a total of thirty rounds.

Although Ono Taro was angry, he did not reach the point of completely losing his mind.

Although the machine gun in his hand has not stopped from the moment he jumped out of the bunker, it is not indiscriminate, at least the general direction is accurate.

It can be seen that when he was in the bunker just now, he had already judged the general location of Liu Cheng and the others from the gunshots.

But thanks to the crooked handle machine gun he was holding in his hand, otherwise, he would have run out of ammunition without running two rifles.

The crooked handle machine gun could not be compared with the Czech light machine gun of the time in terms of performance, and the failure rate was high and the reloading time was relatively time-consuming.

However, its theoretical rate of fire is 500 rounds, but in reality it is only 120 rounds, but Ono Taro has a help.

Otherwise, at a distance of more than ten meters, he dodged into cover twice to avoid and return fire, and the bullets were simply not enough.

In fact, Ono Taro rushed out just to repeat what Liu Cheng had done, wanting to prove to Liu Cheng that he, Ono Taro, was by no means inferior to anyone in terms of courage or ability.

Liu Cheng was counting Taro Ono's bullets, and Taro Ono himself was counting.

At a distance of more than ten meters, fifteen seconds is enough time to return fire despite two pauses.

Ono pulled the trigger a total of twelve times, all of which were two or three breakpoint shots.

When he was only two or three meters away from the corner where Liu Cheng was, he knew that he only had one last chance to shoot.

Although Takato and those people wanted to kill Ono Taro as soon as possible, there were still a few Japanese soldiers in the bunker opposite; They didn't have machine guns, but their rifles weren't just like that.

If these people come out of their respective bunkers, they can easily get hit by bullets.

Since the gunshots rang out again, Liu Chengcheng has not moved.

His eyes were fixed on a piece of broken glass in the opposite corner, as he watched the rapidly approaching figure inside.

The corner of the wall where Liu Cheng is hiding should be a relatively wealthy house, with a height of about three meters and a half, and counting the ridge of the roof, it is almost four meters above and below.

The four walls are made of bluestone from the ground to about two meters, and the top is adobe, which is relatively strong.

Seeing that Ono Taro was approaching, Liu Cheng pinned the gun in his left hand to his waist, grabbed the stone crack with one hand, jumped up violently, alternating hands and feet, grabbed the eaves and curled up his body upside down.

This position is actually a bit dangerous, because it is relatively high, part of the body can be seen by the Japanese soldiers in the bunker.

Otherwise, Liu Cheng would have used this place as a shooting point a long time ago.

The reason why I waited until Taro Ono was almost close to go up was because I was afraid of being discovered by the devils in the bunker.

Before Ono Taro turned the corner, his body suddenly lunged forward, and his body was forcibly twisted in the air, and the muzzle of the gun was towards Liu Cheng's position, almost sliding against the ground.

Just when he saw the situation behind the corner, the hideousness on his face instantly turned into consternation.

Because, he saw a Liu Cheng who "fell from the sky".

It's a pity that the muzzle of his gun is too late to raise his aim.

"Horn, Horn, Horn, Horn"

The guns of both men rang out at the same time, but the targets hit by the bullets were different.

Taro Ono hits the stone, and sparks fly; And Liu Cheng hit him, and the blood appeared.

After landing, Liu Cheng did not pause for a moment, grabbed Ono Taro by the collar with one hand, and dragged him into the corner.

Liu Cheng's two shots, one in the throat and one in the left chest.

The bullet did not penetrate the heart, but it did break two major blood vessels leading to the heart.

Ono Taro's mouth continued to spill blood, and his eyes stared at Liu Cheng's eyes.

If anger can kill people, I'm afraid Liu Cheng has died several times by now.

Looking at the consternation in Ono Taro's eyes that had not had time to completely recede, Liu Cheng smiled faintly:

"You should have known a long time ago that the Huaxia people are unconquerable!"

Ono Taro opened his mouth, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness.

Liu Cheng slowly raised the muzzle of the gun and pressed it against his head; Then he took out from his hand the pendant which was quickly made of the cartilage of his throat, put it into the bloody hole in his throat, and said in a deep voice:

"Your stuff, I gave it back to you."

"Horn!"

A bullet, a blood hole, a paranoid and filthy life, and that's the end of it.

Only this time, he won't have any more good luck......