The smoke continued to rise with the explosion, and although the Japanese army's first return fire failed to hurt Qin Feng, the stones and dirt splashed with the explosion made it impossible for Qin Feng to continue to shoot accurately. The battlefield is a battlefield, a place of life and death, and the slightest negligence can lead to danger. Qin Feng, who had shot out the first bullet bridge, hurriedly carried a rifle and binoculars to change positions, although the Japanese troops outside the village had already used mortars and grenadiers, but Qin Feng did not plan to retreat immediately.

Qin Feng, who was holding a rifle, stood quietly behind a broken wall, his feet were apart, his waist was straight, his head was tilted to his right shoulder, and he was vigorously gripping the Mauser 98K equipped with a tawny handguard, and Qin Feng, who had no distractions in his mind, focused all his attention on this Mauser rifle. Syllable! The crisp sound of the gun coming from the chamber of the gun shook the right eardrum slightly, and the strength of the back seat of the butt made the muzzle of the gun naturally rise slightly, but it did not prevent Qin Feng from observing his results.

didn't care about observing his own results at all, Qin Feng just quickly pulled the bolt to complete the action of unloading and loading, and snapped another shot, knocking down a Japanese soldier who was walking forward in the field to the ground. The Japanese army had the advantage of firepower from a distance, but the distance between them and Qin Feng had not been able to break through to 200 meters, Qin Feng restrained the speed of the Japanese army's advance, and this way of fighting made Qin Feng fall into a situation where he couldn't stop.

Before he had time to taste the sense of accomplishment brought by the continuous hunting of targets, Qin Feng, who was already frightened by the screams that sounded in mid-air, quickly ran behind a pile of rubble, and just as he fell to the ground sideways, a mortar shell from the Japanese army fell. There was a "boom" sound, and the shrapnel that flew away was mixed with air waves and smoke and rose behind Qin Feng, and Qin Feng only felt that his ears suddenly "buzzed" and fell into a state of confusion. The rubble and mud debris kicked up by the explosion followed, and the stabbing pain on the body was painful, but fortunately, the shrapnel with immeasurable lethality did not find Qin Feng, a lucky and unlucky egg.

"Damn, almost hanging up here." The grizzled Qin Feng sat up sideways, pulled the bolt of the gun, and sent the next bullet into the chamber, ready to wait for the enemy's firepower to pass before looking for the next prey. "Boom" was another explosion, and an earthen wall near the entrance of the village was overturned by the air wave of the explosion, and through the smoke that slowly dissipated, Qin Feng found that the Japanese soldiers outside the village had already gotten up and were rushing towards the village.

Compared with the group of Japanese soldiers who were blocked at the entrance of the village by themselves before, these Japanese soldiers who appeared outside the village now looked much smarter, not only directly using mortars and grenadiers to suppress Qin Feng, but also dispatching light machine guns to carry out firepower. Under the suppression of such firepower, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers with rifles were divided into two groups and were advancing quickly from the left and right flanks.

The Japanese soldier who was running at the front fell down in response, and several other Japanese soldiers immediately lay down on the spot, waiting for Qin Feng to quickly push the next bullet, but sadly found that the Japanese soldiers on the other side had rushed to a position less than 200 meters away from him. Qin Feng, who turned the muzzle of the gun "snap", killed a Japanese soldier again, but the Japanese soldiers who were suppressed by himself before seized the time to jump forward, Qin Feng finally understood the plan of these Japanese soldiers, they were planning to play a trick with themselves to divide the troops on the left and right wings.

The five bullets were gone, and Qin Feng had at least three more souls in his hands, and under the cover of Japanese mortars, grenadiers and machine guns, the Japanese army, who had already suffered more than a dozen casualties, still rushed over with great momentum. By the time Qin Feng reloaded the bullets, they had basically all rushed into a hundred meters away, although shooting at this time could increase the chance of hitting a lot, but with the mentality of accepting it when he saw it, Qin Feng did not continue to fire. Listening to the "poof" sound made by the bullet on his side burrowing into the soil, Qin Feng had a strong feeling in his heart, as long as he got carried away and raised his head slightly, the bullet shot by the Japanese army might penetrate his head.

Within 100 meters, the pace of the Japanese attack slowed down, and one after another Japanese soldiers began to shoot with their rifles, and theoretically speaking, at this distance, the certainty that the Japanese would hit the target had increased to at least eighty percent. Qin Feng, who was successfully suppressed by the Japanese army's fierce shooting, did not blindly look up, but took out a small mirror from his pocket, pinched the edge of the small mirror with his index finger and thumb, Qin Feng faced the mirror to himself and slowly lifted the mirror.

The field outside the village smelled of slaughter, and the Japanese soldiers with rifles moved forward as dexterously and cautiously as mountain antelopes, and the fastest runners were about to enter the drying ground at the entrance of the village. Qin Feng, who was shrunk by this figure, moved the lenses left and right to observe the situation on both sides, and then quickly withdrew his hand and stuffed the lenses back into his pockets, it seemed that it was time to show his killer features. After thinking for a while, Qin Feng put the Mauser rifle upside down behind his back, took out the fast and slow machine, and took out the steel folding butt from his baggage and put it on the fast and slow machine.

The fast and slow machine equipped with a steel folding butt looked a little weird, but Qin Feng was very satisfied, at least he had a melee automatic weapon that could be compared to an automatic rifle, and it was also an automatic weapon with a bullet capacity of 20 rounds and a magazine feed. Seeing that the first Japanese soldier had rushed into the entrance of the village, Qin Feng, who was hiding on the side of the rubble, rolled out without hesitation, picked up the shell gun and aimed at it as fast as possible.

The two shots fired by Qin Feng instantly detonated the silence at the entrance of the village, and the other Japanese soldiers who followed up also pulled their rifles and fought indiscriminately, Qin Feng, who moved forward with the cat's waist, couldn't help but pull the trigger continuously, and rushed out of the hiding place quickly, looking like a wild boar that was scurrying wildly and didn't know how to turn. Qin Feng's current performance is definitely quite wrong in hand-to-hand combat, but at this time, he can't control it so much, and the fighter plane is fleeting, so he can't be delayed.

Qin Feng and the Japanese soldiers who rushed into the entrance of the village were completely mixed together, compared with the bolt-action rifles in the hands of these Japanese soldiers, the fast and slow machine shell guns in Qin Feng's hands obviously had an advantage, and as Qin Feng pulled the trigger one after another, these Japanese soldiers who broke into the entrance of the village were suddenly suppressed again. One shot or two shots, the first magazine on Qin Feng's side ran out, and the entrance of the village was already full of corpses of Japanese soldiers.

After firing the first magazine, Qin Feng pressed down his head and body, preparing to change the magazine. Suddenly, he felt a bullet flying overhead, and there was even a bullet that hit the stone on the earthen wall and flipped over, which fell at Qin Feng's feet. The sound of a bullet hitting a stone like a spoon scraping a porcelain plate made Qin Feng's body tighten, and his back also increased a little cool.

After quickly replacing the magazine of the shell gun, Qin Feng took a deep breath, eliminated distracting thoughts, and picked up the shell gun so that it was shoulder level. Jumping, aiming, shooting, the figure in front of the crosshair swayed and fell crookedly. Just when Qin Feng, who was excited, was about to raise his head to shoot again, a shuttle of bullets from the Japanese light machine gun hit Qin Feng's side with a "chirping" sound, and the bullet hit the rubble, and the debris and mud caused by the rubble splashed Qin Feng's face. Reaching out and touching his face, he found that his cheeks were not injured, and Qin Feng, who was worried, finally relieved, but he also knew that he couldn't stay here.