Nanking!

Nanking!

From the fall of Nanjing on December 13, 1937 to February 5, 1938, in these dozens of days, countless compatriots died tragically under the knife of the devil. Their corpses are piled up all over Nanjing City, which has also made the infinitely prosperous Nanjing City in the past completely become a dead city, a dead city full of the corpses of countless victims.

Nanking!

Nanking!

Zhou Weiguo decided not to run away, he wanted to fight like a man, to fight the devil.

So to speak.

These seventy-seven-eighty-eight people in front of him have taught Zhou Weiguo a solid lesson, otherwise by now, Zhou Weiguo's heart is still thinking about how to hide and how to survive these ten days. To describe it in a sentence that is no exaggeration, the previous Zhou Weiguo regarded himself as an ordinary passerby, but now Zhou Weiguo regards himself as a member of the most ordinary resistance devils in Nanjing City.

The student dressed as a student, about seventeen or eighteen years old, seemed to be a student of a high school in Nanjing, and the bald man who didn't look like a good person at first glance, was probably a bully and bullying the weak bastard in the past.

But now, whether it is a student, a hooligan, or a monk with six pure roots, they all picked up their guns and fought with the devils.

On the contrary, many soldiers who were originally armed with guns and wearing military uniforms kept retreating in front of the devils, pushing countless women and children to the devils.

Zhou Weiguo was uncomfortable here, and when he swore that he was about to fight the devil, the captain of the devil squad opposite him was not very comfortable.

I thought it was an ant.

I thought it was an ant that could be pinched to death at will.

But I didn't expect that the ant was an ant, but it was a tough ant that bit its fingers.

Who can bear it, and who can't bear it.

Shame is to be washed away with blood.

The attack to encircle and suppress Zhou Weiguo and their remnants was a dissatisfied squad under the 114th Wing of the 112th Brigade under the 125th Division of the Devil.

Just in the beginning.

The devil soldiers didn't look at those remnants at all, in their eyes, the former shoudu Nanjing city of the former country F was captured by them, hiding in the city, and the remnants who did not break out in time, what else is there to fear, as if only one charge can completely crush it.

As everyone knows.

This remnant army, which was not taken seriously by them, showed its strong vitality, and two attacks were repulsed, and two soldiers died.

Therefore, the leader of the devil squad was extremely angry.

I had received many telegrams asking for reasons and reinforcements, but I had sent them away under the pretext that I was clearing the remnants of the enemy and was about to finish the eradication.

If he can't completely wipe out the remnants of the enemy on the opposite side this time, he, the leader of the devil squad, will have to commit suicide by disembowelment, and be loyal to the Tengu to the death.

"Whew." The leader of the devil squad let out a sigh of relief, then drew his battle knife, pointed at Zhou Weiguo's position on the opposite side, and shouted: "Sea buckthorn thorns." ”

Order.

Countless devil soldiers began their third encirclement and suppression tonight.

I have to say that the devils are well-trained, and they all attacked Zhou Weiguo and them in a straggler lineup, in groups of three, and cooperated with each other to attack Zhou Weiguo and them.

Opposite side.

Zhou Weiguo, who saw this scene through the telescope, handed the telescope to the dog, and then picked up a rifle beside him, which was a rifle that captured the devil, that is, the weapon that was famous in later generations and appeared in many anti-Japanese dramas.

The corners of Zhou Weiguo's mouth hooked up a cold smile, pulled the bolt, loaded the bullet, then raised the gun, aimed at the devil outside at three points and one line, and then pulled the trigger of the rifle, the bullet came out of the gun, and shot towards the devil soldier on the opposite side.

"Bang!"

This crisp gunshot, as if it was a signal, made the people in front of Zhou Weiguo also shoot one by one.

The two sides come and go, and the fight is not lively.

is different from the anti-Japanese drama in the previous life, the devil is also very tough, even if he is accidentally injured, he will not easily go to the battlefield, but will fight with injuries.

M's.

Zhou Weiguo cursed in his heart, withdrew the bullet case, pulled the bolt, loaded the bullet, and aimed at the devil at three points and one line.

The devil he was aiming at this time was a devil with a color on his arm.

After a little calm, he immediately pulled the trigger of the rifle, and with a gunshot, a bullet whistled out directly from the muzzle of the gun, and flew at a very fast speed towards the little devil with the color on the arm on the opposite side.

This time it didn't miss, the bullet shot by Zhou Weiguo accurately hit the eyebrows of the devil soldiers, and the huge power instantly made the devil's head burst open like a ripe watermelon, and the burning brain immediately splashed the face of the devil next to him.

"Platoon commander, good marksmanship, killed a devil." The dog next to him, seeing this scene, immediately showed off loudly.

Battlefield.

Fierce battlefield above.

Killing the enemy on the opposite side can be a good boost to morale, especially in this situation, morale is especially important.

"Dog, don't be a sycophant, concentrate on killing devils, be careful that I lock you up." Zhou Weiguo roared.

"Platoon commander, don't worry, there are enough bullets, and the little devil will be fed." The dog replied, and at the same time the movement in his hand did not pause in the slightest, and as soon as he pulled the trigger, a bullet with hatred whistled towards the devil.

It's just that it didn't hit the devil, but hit the helmet on the top of the devil's skull, which is different from the one deduced in the anti-Japanese drama in the previous life, the helmet on the devil's head seems to be very safe, at least the bullets fired by the dog can't penetrate the devil's helmet.

"Day." The dog cursed, then pulled the bolt of the gun, and the bullet was lifted, followed by another shot.

This shot still didn't hit the devil.

"Bang."

The dog fired two shots in a row, but the ghost soldier who didn't kill him didn't dodge the third shot after all.

This shot was not fired by a dog, but by Zhou Weiguo, as if he was helping Zhou Weiguo to gain prestige, he actually let him kill two devils with three shots.

When the second devil died at the gunpoint of Zhou Weiguo, the people around him did not have the contempt at the beginning, but turned that contempt into admiration for the strong.

No matter what time it is.

The strong have always been respected by others, just like the current Zhou Weiguo, the two devils who died under his guns show his strength very well.

Looks like.

Not all of them are bad breeds.

"Sir, your marksmanship is good." The student-looking person sincerely admired.

"Our platoon commander is a well-known sharpshooter in the regiment." The dog saw the stitches and showed off a sentence.

He was proud of his platoon commander.