"I can't do it, battalion commander, these Japanese soldiers are too natural, that Orion jumped up and down so stunned and didn't get rid of it, my lungs are about to explode, I really can't run." After chasing for about ten more minutes, Zhao Hu really couldn't run anymore, and his two lungs were like pulling bellows, and he opened his mouth and panted to deal with Zhiyong and shouted.

"Battalion Commander Fu...... I'm almost dying, if I continue to chase like this, we won't have to fight the Japanese devils, we'll tire ourselves to death first, ah, I'll grass his grandmother. Zhang Weidong also gasped and stopped, waved his hand vigorously to Fu Zhiyong and said, his voice was already hoarse, obviously tired and couldn't do it.

The Chinese soldiers in this era are much thinner because of long-term malnutrition, although the flexibility is not bad, but the endurance and physical strength are more than one grade worse than the Japanese soldiers, that is, Fu Zhiyong and their elite military police units stationed in Nanjing all the year round do not have meat to eat every day, although three meals are full, but the single food supply is really unable to meet the physical needs of the soldiers.

Besides, at this time, the Chinese army's food can be full of three meals, which is good, who will pay attention to those nutritional balances, ordinary national army troops eat two meals a day, and one of them is gruel, so there are still many people who want to squeeze in it.

"It's been more than ten minutes, and I think we should be almost all in place, so let's do it here." Fu Zhiyong glanced at the Japanese soldiers who were running sideways in front of them not far away, nodded, and also blushed and gasped with a thick neck.

"Then let's get started!" Zhang Weidong shook his slightly swollen right hand, and before the words fell, he raised his hand and shot it with a 'bang'.

"I'm going to shoot your uncle, if you want to shoot, you should fart in advance......" Fu Zhiyong and Zhao Hu were both startled by this sudden shot, and hurriedly hid behind the big tree nearby and raised their guns to aim, complaining and scolding in their mouths.

At this time, although the Japanese soldiers who were running wildly in the woods heard this gunshot, but no one paid too much attention to it, after all, the Japanese soldiers were quite scattered in order to block the assassin's escape route, and if they didn't pay attention to this gunshot, they all thought it was fired by their companions.

Although there is a big difference between the 79-type Zhongzheng rifle and the 38-type rifle, it is still difficult to hear if you don't carefully distinguish between them in the woods.

"I'm grass! I missed it. Zhang Weidong looked at it for two seconds and found that there were no Japanese soldiers in the woods who were shot and fell to the ground, and immediately quickly pulled the bolt to replace the bullets, and scolded and shouted.

"You're fucking brain congested now, it's fucking weird if you can hit accurately......" Fu Zhiyong gritted his back molars and scolded with hatred, and waited until the muzzle of his gun was almost stable before he pulled the trigger and shot out.

"Hmph......" A Japanese soldier who was changing bullets while running suddenly snorted, and after being shot, he fell out a long way along the inertia of his body, and the two big blood holes that appeared under the ribs were bleeding out, and from time to time he could find something mixed in the blood, and if he carefully distinguished, he would find that it was the remnants of the internal organs that had been crushed by the bullet, obviously because the distance was less than fifty meters, this shot directly hit him with a piercing, and the wound where the bullet flew out was the size of a baby's fist.

The domestic 79-type Zhongzheng rifle is this good, after the bullet hits the body, the bullet will roll and rotate in the body, as long as it is hit, it is often seriously injured, and if you hit an arm or thigh, you can directly scrap it, but the range and penetration are much worse than the Japanese army's 38-type rifle.

"Bang!" Zhao Hu followed closely and also pulled the trigger, but the Japanese soldier he was aiming at was actually fine, but the soldier who ran by him was directly hit in the thigh, and immediately fell to the ground and hugged his thigh and howled, it was called a heartbreak, just listening to it felt like his own flesh was hurting.

"I'm rubbing! I rub ...... Actually hit it crookedly? Zhao Hu blinked his eyes, which were a little dazzled by lack of oxygen, and looked up in disbelief and exclaimed.

"Don't talk nonsense, take advantage of their lack of reaction, hurry up and knock down a few more." Fu Zhiyong reminded in a low voice that he fired his second bullet, but this time it was unlucky, the Japanese soldier he was aiming at happened to run behind a big tree, and the bullet was immediately embedded in the big tree, and a large piece of bark suddenly collapsed.

Fu Zhiyong's shooting method is not to take the advance amount of shooting, but according to the distance to judge the trajectory of the bullet and move horizontally with the target to aim, because the target enemy is almost horizontal and fast movement, so Fu Zhiyong's muzzle is also moving horizontally with the locked target, in this dense forest, when you feel that you are aiming and shooting, the locked target may be blocked by a big tree, which is a normal situation in jungle combat.

Therefore, the troops who are familiar with jungle or mountain warfare are all targeted and targeted in advance, but for Fu Zhiyong, who does not have professional training in this area, they can only feel it on the battlefield.

"Enemy attack! Although it took a long time to talk about the enemy ......attack, it was only a dozen seconds, and soon the pursuing Japanese soldiers found that their companions had been attacked by unknown enemies, and immediately all the Japanese soldiers braked sharply under the order of the squadron leader officer, stopped continuing to pursue the fleeing assassin and scattered and lay down, looking for cover to hide.

"These little devils reacted so fucking fast that they didn't even give a chance to shoot a third shot." Zhang Weidong saw that the live target was gone, so he had to let go of the finger that was about to pull the trigger and scolded in a low voice.

Fu Zhiyong and their busy work only had time to shoot five bullets, the result was to kill two people and seriously injure one, this result is obviously a little embarrassing, originally according to Fu Zhiyong's idea of such a sudden attack, how can it also make those Japanese soldiers mess up for a while, and take the opportunity to kill ten or eight is not a problem, but he didn't expect these Japanese soldiers to react so quickly, and they couldn't find an exposed target between two breaths, the elite of training and the wealth of combat experience can be seen.

"Bang!" "Haha...... Lao Tzu let you hide! Ignoring the head. Zhang Weidong fired another shot and laughed, and a Japanese soldier hiding behind a big tree unknowingly stretched out one leg and was directly shot by the sharp-eyed Zhang Weidong.

"Yaga Tooth Road! Machine gun squad, give me a suppressed shot! When the squadron leader saw that another soldier had been shot, he immediately burst into a rage, shouting at the machine gun squad soldiers in this squad and waving his knife in order......

"Don't get scared, change places, those grandsons are going to fight back." Fu Zhiyong got up and dragged Zhang Weidong, and ran over as if he was on one side.

"Bang bang bang ......! Da Da ...... "The three Japanese machine gun crews with the team quickly set up an attack position, and under the cover of the rifle fire of the nine machine gun crew soldiers, the light machine gunners lay on the ground and began to strafe, and in an instant, Fu Zhiyong's original position was covered by dense bullets, although there is no clear target cover, the strafing bullets will be very scattered, but once they are suppressed in place and dare not move, it will be over, after all, the Japanese army does not only use light machine guns to strafe, but there are dozens of infantry next to them who will take advantage of the fire suppression at any time to rush up.

"I'll wipe it, isn't it just killing two hairy people, as for calling you so desperately." Fu Zhiyong and they ran to the right for more than ten meters before they stopped and continued to lie on the ground and aim, Zhang Weidong looked at the original shooting position and shrunk his neck, and said with some disbelief.

"The devil's people are very precious, they won't even leave you corpses when they fight with them, it's too normal for four or five soldiers to risk their lives to grab a wounded soldier on the battlefield, they all aim at those machine gunners according to their positions, I count one, two, three and shoot together, one person shoots one." Fu Zhiyong said to the two while aiming at a machine gunner who was strafing.

"I know what you're talking about, I mean why ......," Zhang Weidong rolled his eyes and continued as he aimed.

"Japan has a small population, and it ...... Two...... Three! "Bang bang...... Bang! As soon as Fu Zhiyong finished speaking, the three of them hooked the trigger and shot together, and the three Japanese machine gunners who were shooting frantically were all shot and lay on the ground, one was shot in the head, one was shot through the neck, and the other was shot in the shoulder, and in an instant, it was two dead and one seriously injured.

"I'm grass! missed the ...... again," Zhang Weidong widened his eyes and watched the Japanese machine gunner he was aiming at rolling on the ground, howling miserably, stunned, and suddenly muttered to himself.

"Either you have a problem with your gun, or you have a problem with your character, quickly withdraw ......" Fu Zhiyong was quite satisfied with the results, and quickly said a word, got up and ran in the direction he came.

After all, there are only three of them, and there is naturally no problem in fighting black guns, but once the entire Japanese squad presses up, it will be troublesome, and it is better not to fall in love with the war, after all, the weapon in the hand is no longer a flower machine machine gun with powerful firepower, but a 79-type Zhongzheng rifle with greatly reduced firepower.

Although they are also equipped with shell guns, but the bullet penetration of this military pistol is naturally not as powerful as the rifle, a distance of ten or twenty meters, as long as you walk through the trees a few times can flash in front of you, at that time the pistol is not as good as a bayonet, because the gunner often panics because the opponent rushes to the front fiercely, and it is good to shoot ten shots to hit the opponent three times.

"Bastard! These Chinese pigs are cunning and cunning, take the wounded and corpses and we retreat, for a few Chinese pigs are not worth losing our elite samurai of the Great Japanese Empire......" The Japanese squadron leader's face was almost green, and he held the saber and trembled for a long time, but he did not dare to give the order to continue to catch up, gritting his teeth and angrily ordering the soldiers to retreat the same way.

"Huh? What's going on? Battalion commander, those Japanese soldiers didn't chase after them! Zhao Hu looked back at the back while running, but after running for a short while, he didn't notice that there were Japanese soldiers chasing after them, so he hurriedly opened his mouth to deal with Zhiyong and reminded.

"Huh?" Fu Zhiyong heard Zhao Hu say that there was no Japanese army chasing them behind, so he also stopped and looked back in confusion.

This novel is from the King of Books