In ordinary troops, especially some guerrillas or red units in the north, each person has only four or five bullets, and after one or two bullets, they will start a counter-charge.

If you had wasted bullets for so many decades, you would have been killed by your superiors a long time ago, and I won't take you to the battlefield next time. Or they are reluctant to fight, the bullets are gone, and there is no difference between a rifle and a burning stick.

Even the Central Army of the Three Dogs will not let such a waste of bullets fight indiscriminately, who knows how many times the enemy will attack in a day, and it is normal to have seven or eight times or ten times.

You can't run out of rifle bullets with a base number (usually 12o) on your body, otherwise when the enemy attacks the next few times, once the bullets can't be supplied, there will be no ammunition to continue to squander.

Generally, one base number of bullets is enough for a rifleman to fight a low-level battle, plus four or more grenades per person required by the three-dog battalion, there is basically no problem in dealing with an ordinary battle.

Chen Yanxin, who is a veteran of Yiran, was also a little nervous at this time, and the stuffy head of the steel helmet began to leave a few strands of sweat, which was probably caused by the desperate repair and digging of the position just now.

He didn't notice, he was engrossed in staring at the devil in front of him who was slowly beginning to become clear, just now his face was not clear, and he could only distinguish the devil's head and shoulders, and now he could blur the color of the devil's clothes.

It can be seen that the devils have entered an area of more than 300 meters, and the devils at this time are desperately rushing forward, and the devils behind are fighting in the trenches of the silent Chinese army positions like cold guns and cold guns.

Even so, the Chinese positions were silent, like the dead silence of no man's land after the retreat of the army, and the positions that had been filled with gunsmoke during the bombardment now looked even more strange and terrifying.

Through the wisps of gunpowder smoke that were dissipating, Chen Yan's heart was sweating, and his palms were also sweating.

Now the two emotions of nervousness and excitement are intertwined, like two real fires, which are burning Chen Yan's heart, burning people all over the body and sweating.

Chen Yanxin tried to open his red and swollen eyes that had not slept well, and bloodshot eyes covered the whites of his eyes, like a vicious beast staring at red-eyed beads.

Keeping an eye on the approaching group of devils, carefully analyzing, eliminating, and selecting their own prey.

As soon as it was dawn in the morning, the devil plane came to bomb and woke everyone up, and Chen Yanxin, who fled into the tunnel, took advantage of this time to quickly grab a few handfuls of fried rice and chew it.

After drinking a few large sips of cold water, burping a few times in a row, and farting a few times, I can be regarded as filling myself up.

Now Chen Yanxin has accumulated a lot of air in his stomach because of the violent sprint and rush to repair the position just now, and he can't help but burp again.

After holding back a burp, he chewed the fried rice that was still between his teeth, and the aroma of the fried rice spread in his mouth.

Chen Yanxin, who was tired and sleepy, took a big puff greedily, and mixed with the choking gunsmoke, the smell of the earth that had been blown up, and the unique smell of grass in the mountains in the morning, which made Chen Yanxin feel refreshed.

In just a few seconds, Chen Yanxin, who was an excellent shooter of the Seventh Company, searched for the devil's officer with his eyes quickly, and his brain also quickly analyzed and compared.

From a distance, there is almost no difference between these ghosts, they are all wearing green steel helmets with green silk ropes, and there is a fart curtain cloth fluttering slightly.

The devil's khaki Japanese uniform was tied with a cowhide belt, his stubby calves were tied with dirty leggings, and his big scalp shoes flickered in the dust.

Almost every devil has a 38 rifle in his hand, with a long military thorn stuck in the muzzle, which shines a little snow-white in the early morning.

The stout devil held a rifle spur longer than his own body, changing direction and moving as he ran, and now the devil can learn to behave, even if the Chinese position is silent, but still moving forward strictly according to the tactical movements of the infantry skirmishers.

Devils are like replicants, in Chen Yanxin's eyes, sometimes he wonders if his eyes are seeing ghosts, several devils are exactly the same, and even the movements are exactly the same.

Maybe it's because his eyes are too tired, or maybe it's because the devil looks too similar, Chen Yanxin doesn't think too much about it now, and bites the tip of his tongue with his teeth, and the feeling of pain suddenly makes him more energetic.

After staring wide-eyed to find the devil officer to no avail, Chen Yanxin finally decided to take a devil who seemed to be very experienced as his first prey.

This devil does not rush forward or lag behind, his tactical actions are very standard, he is either an officer or a veteran, or he kills a veteran, which is also worth it.

This devil has always been within the firing range of Chen Yanxin's shooting position, and when the devil approached the 300-meter area, the devil in the charge also began to get nervous, and he also picked up his rifle and opened fire on the dilapidated and looming position of the Chinese army.

When the devil at the front saw the barrels of several rifles in the Chinese army's position, it was already too late, and Chen Yanxin here received Xiucai's order, that is, Xiucai's gunshot, and immediately shot at the prey that had been locked in the crosshairs.

Xiucai took down a devil with one shot this time, this devil doesn't know if it's an officer, and it wasn't him who started Xiucai to target, but a vigorous devil on the side.

Ordinary officers are rarely injured, and they have good supplies, at least they are well fed, so they are more vigorous and vigorous in running, Xiucai analyzes it this way.

But at the last moment, Xiucai changed his attention, because he had just seen someone next to this devil, who was making a tactical command movement forward with his right hand.

In such an instant, it immediately attracted Xiucai's attention, and it was this inadvertent action that killed this devil who didn't know whether it was an officer or a soldier.

Seeing that the devil had entered the area of three hundred meters, he couldn't wait any longer, and after aiming at this action just now, Xiucai immediately became a little excited, the muzzle of the gun moved slightly, and the crosshair just locked on the devil's chest.

Holding his breath, with a light and crisp blow, the hammer hit the bullet ** in the chamber, igniting the gunpowder in the cartridge case, which instantly exploded and caused a large amount of gas, which expanded and pressed the bullet forward.

The red-hot bullet swirled from the ground and flew out of the muzzle, piercing the air, through the smoke, and into the devil's chest.

Almost at the same time as the gunshots rang out, the devil seemed to have been hit hard in the chest by a sledgehammer, and the impact of the bullet sent the devil backwards, and then fell out.

After the rifle bullet of the official 7.92 penetrated the devil's sternum, it was still releasing huge kinetic energy, stirring the devil's organs.

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