After two rounds of mutual shooting, although each of them did not hurt, Zhao Zilong judged some of the situation of the devil Jun Cao through observation.

This person is about 30 years old, with a beard, a strong body, and a height of about 1.62 meters.

In the ranks of the devils, this is obviously a relatively high one.

And Zhao Zilong came to the conclusion that most of the devil soldiers were from Hokkaido, the northernmost part of Japan.

Because the people there seem to have some blood relationship with the old Maozi in Russia, and almost nothing to do with most Japanese people with Chinese ancestry.

The people of that place are not even nomadic tribes. They are more primitive than the nomadic tribes and still stay in the stage of fishing and hunting.

Seeing that the devil army Cao suppressed the enemy, the devil soldiers behind also swarmed up.

Zhao Zilong saw that while sensing the movement of the devil Juncao, he secretly raised his gun and aimed at the devil who rushed up.

Woohoo

Three bullets in a row reimbursed three devils.

As soon as his gunfire fell, a sound of 38 big covers was heard in the distance.

Zhao Zilong had already prepared, and he had already pounced on the other side while firing the bullet.

The bullet that flew at high speed broke directly from a reed in the place where he was hiding.

The reed rod clicked and fell onto Zhao Zilong's body.

He ignored it, crouched down, and quietly crawled away.

Now, there are less than ten little devils left near that devil army Cao.

However, this devil seemed to react from the horror of being shot by Zhao Zilong and killing his three companions just now, and under the leadership of that devil Jun Cao, he continued to shoot in the direction of the reeds where Zhao Zilong was hiding just now.

Woohoo Woo ......

Bullets flew indiscriminately, shattering the reeds one by one.

Although Zhao Zilong was seven or eight meters away from there, he was also affected, and was pressed to the ground by those flying bullets, unable to raise his head.

He couldn't move either, for now he hadn't climbed into another dense reed in the distance.

Because the little devils were shooting as they went, he couldn't hide there anymore.

Now, the only thing that can cover him seems to be the only thing left under him.

Zhao Zilong sensed that those devils were getting closer and closer, and immediately frowned. He couldn't help but dip down with his feet, and soon a mud hole appeared in the middle of the mire that could accommodate an adult.

Zhao Zilong passed through the malleability of the mire and soon lurked five meters away.

It was a wonderful place, and in front of his body was a solid mound. If you don't use shells to bombard, bullets alone can't penetrate them.

Zhao Zilong hid here, waiting for the arrival of those devils, especially the military cao.

At this time, the second dog Zhang Fugui came from behind, braving the "rain of bullets". This is a complete traitor, and in the face of the guns and bullets of the Japanese, he has long been hiding in Java.

And for the guns and bullets of the Chinese, he is full of confidence.

Zhao Zilong, who was in the distance, saw this person's face and felt disgusted for a while, but out of the needs of the battle, he didn't have much interest in this traitor who was only equipped with a shell gun.

Besides, it is not much challenging to slaughter one's own compatriots, even traitors.

As those devils mistakenly thought that they were still hiding in the reeds, Zhao Zilong took advantage of the cover of the mound and shot again and again.

Now, because he shot suddenly, he eliminated seven or eight more little devils.

However, because the devil soldier Cao with accurate marksmanship was hiding well, Zhao Zilong still couldn't hit it.

"Grandma, a little devil!" Zhao Zilong couldn't help frowning when he saw that he was being avoided by the other party again, but then showed a look of contempt.

Although it was a big surprise to him, he saw that this was no longer a technical problem.

Because that devil soldier Cao hid behind those companions, and used these inverted companions as cover.

This is to tell a teammate to rush to the front, himself to follow, a person who does not care about the lives of his teammates.

Zhao Zilong snorted coldly in his heart and continued to shoot.

"Yaga! You come here. ”

When the last ghost fell, the devil army Cao saw that there was no one left, so he brought Zhang Fugui.

At this time, Zhang Fugui knew how powerful 'Zhao Zilong' was. He didn't dare not come, so he weakly asked the devil soldier Cao: "Taijun, what is the origin of that Zhao Zilong?" ”

"Assassin." Devil Scout Cao's face was gloomy and he spat out a sentence.

Seeing that Zhang Fugui was blocking the front, Zhao Zilong was no longer soft, and shot the second dog in the thigh. Originally, he wanted to shoot Zhang Fugui's lifeline.

This time, the subordinates showed mercy, just hoping that the other party could stop in time and do it anyway in time.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhang Fugui was shot, he immediately fell to the mud and cried out in pain: "Taijun, Taijun, I can't, I can't go......"

"Yaga! Then you go and die. ”

The devil soldier Cao screamed angrily and kicked Zhang Fugui's injured leg, and the latter immediately screamed in pain.

Because the devil army Cao kicked people, his figure was exposed, and Zhao Zilong, who was in the distance, immediately took advantage of this moment and shot at the other party.

There was a bang, but the bullet only flew over the side of the devil soldier's head, causing the other party to swing left and right in fright.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party panicked, Zhao Zi shot again.

This shot hit the left arm of the devil soldier Cao.

The devil army Cao reacted and immediately fell down and did not move for a long time.

"Humph! Want to lie to me? Zhao Zilong loaded a magazine and stared at the movement there.

There was still no sound there, and if it was an inexperienced comrade-in-arms, it was likely that the devil soldier Cao Cao would have already died.

But Zhao Zilong knew that the other party was pretending.

After looking around carefully, he found that there were no other enemies, except for Zhang Fugui, who was lying on the mud in the distance and screaming.

And on Zhao Zilong's side, the pair of shivering teachers and students have already moved to the depths of the reeds.

When Zhao Zilong turned around, he saw the eyes of a pair of frightened women and a pair of eyes of a child who were also frightened.

He knew that the pair of teachers and students were unreliable. Now, he just wants the other party to hide there quietly and not cause trouble for himself.

The devil soldier Cao is hiding in a ditch, and he is constantly moving his body, but he does not show his vital point.

Although Zhao Zilong kept moving the muzzle of the gun, he still failed to aim and found a suitable opportunity to hit with a shot.

"It's broken!"

After about ten seconds, Zhao Zilong's eyes widened suddenly.

He had now guessed that the devil was looking for a suitable position to cover up and prepare to attack him.

As for tactics, they may not even be guns at all, because they are hiding in a good position, and it is difficult for bullets to hit.

So, what did that devil use to attack himself? When Zhao Zilong thought about it, his face changed greatly, and he immediately walked towards the back.

But it was already too late, and a small grenade immediately came, and it was so adjusted that there was simply no time to pick it up and throw it out.