"Don't you have a gun?" Wang Zhonghu raised his face and asked rhetorically.

Zhang Hu scratched his head and said, "This, this one is not easy to use." ”

"Why doesn't it work?" Wang Zhong's eyes widened.

"I ...... I'm not sure. ”

"You can't be sure what kind of gun you use except for the cannon. Don't shoot, you're in charge of bringing ammunition to everyone. Wang Zhong straightened his face, waved his hand and walked away.

"Huh?" Zhang Hu was stunned.

Zhao Zilong saw Zhang Hu's stunned appearance, and immediately came over and said, "Xiaohu, why don't you help me load the bullet." You're in charge of loading, I'm in charge of shooting. Killing the devil is counted as one and a half. ”

"Okay." Zhang Hu was happy, but then wondered: "But you only have a gun?" ”

Zhao Zilong immediately shouted at Zhang Long on the other side of the trench: "Platoon Commander Zhang, are there two more rifles?" ”

When Zhang Long heard this, he immediately nodded: "No problem, I asked Xiaohu to help you load bullets." ”

-

The rain was still falling, and it was raining in the wilderness, and it was impossible to see too clearly beyond twenty meters.

Glancing at Zhang Hu, who was concentrating on loading bullets behind him, Zhao Zilong held the handle of the Zhongzheng rifle he used to use on his right shoulder.

He clenched his gun, his eyes narrowed, and through his binoculars, he flicked the muzzle of the gun to the crosshair, aiming at a stout devil standard-bearer about a kilometer or two.

Because Zhao Zilong has eight times the number of telescopes, he has more super vision and sensitivity, so even the current rainy day does not have a great impact on him.

Through the telescope, Zhao Zilong could clearly see that the devil standard-bearer was standing on top of a small mound.

After the devil standard-bearer finished making a set of flag words, he immediately ran down the small mound and squatted down.

Zhao Zilong was stunned, but then the corners of his mouth curved slightly, happy.

He had also killed a devil standard-bearer at such a distance before, so he guessed that it was possible that this devil knew that there was a blocker on their side, so he had to be so cautious.

Zhao Zilong sneered, he didn't look for another target, but pointed the muzzle of his rifle at the small mound.

After a while, the devil standard-bearer stood up again, he looked around, and immediately ran up to the small mound, and waved the two little red flags with his companions in the distance.

As soon as he saw the target appear, Zhao Zilong judged the wind direction and speed, wiped a handful of rain dripping from the steel helmet, and then rubbed the thumb and index finger of his right hand a few times, and then calmly put his index finger on the cold trigger.

He had no distractions in his mind, staring closely at the prey in the distance, his index finger lightly clasped.

Bang!

The crisp sound of gunfire instantly rang out over this wilderness.

Immediately, the devil standard-bearer was shot in the chest, his body shook, his eyes sudden, and he looked at the position of the national army with an incredulous face, and fell off the small mound of dirt very unwillingly.

And the two small red flags that fell to the wasteland were stained with mud, and just a gust of wind blew and blew far away.

"Did you hit it?"

Zhang Hu couldn't see clearly because he didn't have a telescope, so he hurriedly asked.

"Brother Zhao's marksmanship, you still don't know?" Before Zhao Zilong could answer, Zhang Long, who was next to him, had already taken it and asked a rhetorical question.

"Definitely hit." Zhang Hu was stunned and nodded immediately.

Zhao Zilong ignored the two brothers, and immediately looked through the telescope to find the next target.

When the other national troops saw it, their eyes were full of envy and admiration. Zhang Hu saw everyone's eyes, and he felt that he was also stained, and he suddenly became angry.

-

"Yaga!" Jiujiu Mu saw in the telescope that the flag bearer was beaten down again, and immediately scolded again.

"You, personally tell the two squadron leaders that the offensive plan remains unchanged, and if they don't take the position of the Chinese army today, they won't come back." After a while, the anger was extinguished, and Kukugi immediately ordered the adjutant.

The devil's adjutant's face suddenly turned pale, but seeing the extremely serious appearance of this temporary captain, he had to say yes and ran out.

-

After defeating the devil standard-bearer, Zhao Zilong saw several rows of yellow figures in the distance stop moving.

But soon, the devils continued to rush towards them.

Frowning, Zhao Zilong observed carefully for a while, and finally noticed a short and fat devil with a command knife in a skirmish line about a kilometer away.

This guy's body is very special among the devil soldiers because he is particularly fat, and what is even more conspicuous is that he waves his war knife from time to time.

"It must be more than a squad leader." Although he couldn't see the epaulettes on the devil's military uniform, Zhao Zilong could still tell it.

He estimated the speed of the devil commander's advance, then moved the muzzle crosshair slightly to the left, aiming at the previous position in the opponent's path.

When Zhao Zilong felt that the loess-colored figure was about to walk to the point where the rifle crosshair was aiming, he suddenly snapped the gun.

Bang.

The bullet made a small arc in the rain and coldly drove into the left chest of the devil commander.

Suddenly, the devil commander was stunned, his footsteps stopped, his hand was loosened, and the war knife fell.

Then he leaned forward and threw himself heavily on the rain-soaked mud.

As soon as they saw the squadron leader killed, those devil soldiers were suddenly frightened and screamed one after another.

"Kill it!"

The deputy squadron leader of the devil immediately took over the command, and he didn't care about uniting with the other squadron, so he immediately ordered everyone to charge forward.

Some of the scattered devil formations were immediately regrouped, and all the devil infantry raised their rifles or crooked handles, and accelerated the speed of the attack towards the position.

The Devil Grenadier Team also found a position, put down the grenadiers and ammunition, and prepared to launch an attack.

The devil charged, everyone obeyed my orders! Wang Zhong took the box cannon, pulled out his forehead, and stared at the enemy in the distance.

When a small detachment of devils who rushed to the front was about 300 meters away from the position, Wang Zhong immediately raised his box gun and fired into the sky.

As soon as the shots rang out, the battle officially began.

The Czech light machine guns in the trenches and the captured crooked handles suddenly clicked, and the Zhongzheng rifles also put up a platoon of guns.

One by one, the national-army aimed at the devils in the distance and fired angry bullets.

Some of the grenadiers in the bunker also loaded the grenadiers one after another and fired at the crowd in the distance.

Boom Boom Boom......

Clusters of fire rose in the wilderness.

The rain in the wilderness once again rang out with the sound of gunfire and explosions.

The devils in the advance suddenly fell, but the rest were screaming and continuing to pounce forward.

"Quick, reload."

After shooting and killing several devil officers in a row, Zhao Zilong found that he had not found the target for a while, so he didn't deliberately look for it again, and when he saw that the national-army there was suppressed by the devils, he sniped at the devil's firepower point there.

Therefore, he finished five bullets in three or two strokes, and basically hit 100 shots.

And Zhang Hu had to load three bullets from the Zhongzheng rifle alone, but he couldn't catch up with Zhao Zilong's speed for a while.

This made him frightened and anxious.

"Be careful!"

At this time, Zhao Zilong glanced at the devil in the distance, and his face suddenly changed greatly, and he immediately turned around and pounced on Zhang Hu.