Just as the little man screamed "drinking water in the puddle in front of the courtyard", the people in the house rushed out.

"Where, where?"

In a whispered voice of irrepressible excitement, all the soldiers put their guns on the collapsed courtyard wall.

Hey, there are pigeons!

But they saw that thirty or forty meters ahead there was indeed a flock of pigeons, six in all, one white and five gray.

"Be careful, don't scare away."

"To fight or not to fight?"

The soldiers began to murmur for fear of scaring away the hungry pigeons.

Li Liang looked at Huo Xiaoshan, yes, to fight or not to fight, if you shoot, you won't recruit the Japanese army, if you don't fight, it's a very real problem if you don't fight now.

"Hit!" Huo Xiaoshan immediately made up his mind, he couldn't let everyone go hungry, but he immediately added, "Fight with 38 big covers!" ”

As soon as he said this, the people of the 152nd Regiment were stunned, and some people were guilty of thinking, what does it mean to make the 38 big cover, is it not a look at the lack of pigeons, whoever fights will be eaten, and the battalion directly under it will eat alone?

Xiao Shi had already seen their doubts, and then said: "Put away all the official officials, how many pigeons can you have left after that shot?" ”

As soon as he said this, the people of the 152nd regiment understood, yes, how big can that pigeon be? If this is officially killed, it is estimated that the pigeon will only be half pulled.

Because of the destructive power of the neutral bullet, you can't see what you can see when you hit people, but if you hit this fist-sized pigeon, won't it be blown off half of it?

And the 38 big cover is not involved in this matter, the size of a gun and two eyes, but now there is a lack of food, don't look at the half of the pigeon is not big, but it can really manage a person to be hungry.

"Pay attention to the gun, you can hit the head, don't hit the body, Li Liang, you hit the head of the white dove with a gun!" Huo Xiaoshan ordered.

There are six pigeons, and there are only five of them, so the sixth one was naturally handed over to Li Liang, who had the best marksmanship in the 152nd regiment.

At this time, hitting the pigeon is the same as fighting, at this moment, the five three or eight big covers and one of the official can be taken aim.

And the pigeon thirty or forty meters in front of him had already finished drinking water, and when the pigeon was about to take off, Huo Xiaoshan's "hit", and the guns rang out together.

Seeing that four pigeons fell to the ground, two of them fluttered and flew up.

Everyone was shocked, this kind of rifle shooting pigeons with rifles thirty or forty meters away would not miss a lot.

It turned out that he didn't know which two of the five people in Huo Xiaoshan's direct battalion had hit the same pigeon, so naturally one was missing.

But Li Liang didn't shoot, because at the moment when he was about to shoot, the white dove he was about to shoot was facing him.

Everyone knew that the pigeon was not like a chicken or duck, and it was a jump when it moved, so the little head of the pigeon that Li Liang was going to hit coincided with its body in Li Liang's sight.

If this shot goes down, of course, the pigeon will die, but it must only be a small half-pull body, because Li Liang uses a medium formality.

Seeing that the two pigeons were already circling and flying, and just as they were about to spread their wings and fly high, the rifles in Huo Xiaoshan and Li Liang's hands rang out at the same time.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the heads of the two pigeons instantly turned into a small cloud of blood mist, and then their bodies fell off!

"Good marksmanship!" Everyone was amazed by Huo Xiaoshan and Li Liang's marksmanship.

Shooting birds is shooting living creatures, and being able to aim and shoot a headshot in that short period of time is really not something that any veteran can do.

"Good marksmanship!" This praise was given to Huo Xiaoshan by Li Liang, because he had been aiming with a gun, but Huo Xiaoshan needed to pull and push the bolt down.

Any subtle movement when shooting will inevitably affect the accuracy of shooting, Huo Xiaoshan's movements are done in one go, but he can maintain the accurate hitting method at the moment when the trigger is pulled at the end, this is real kung fu, and it is impossible to admire it.

At the same time, Li Liang really admired the people in the battalion directly under him, there were five people in total, and they were really all headshots, and this shooting level was also first-class in the 58th Division.

The 152nd Regiment ran out, and a few soldiers happily picked up the pigeons.

"Cooked on fire?" Li Liang asked Huo Xiaoshandao.

Li Liang is now the leader of the dozen or so people of the 152nd Regiment, because their guard platoon commander has been killed.

Huo Xiaoshan nodded, he knew that this area was already remote, and he couldn't see a few people during the non-war period, let alone the war together.

"It would be nice if there was a pot, at least everyone could have some hot soup." Shen Chong sighed there.

"That's, that's it, even a little devil's steel helmet can make it together." Small stones echoed on the side.

At this time, those people of the 152nd regiment had already begun to pluck the pigeons, and during the war, they could not manage so much, and they did not even have a pot to make soup, let alone boiling water to pluck the feathers.

"Hey, what kind of thing is this, come and see!" One of the soldiers suddenly shouted.

When the soldiers heard this, they hurried around to look, but they saw him untie a small tube the thickness of a thumb from the dove's paws.

That pigeon was the white dove that was last shot down by Li Liang.

The soldier pulled the plug from the small cylinder, poured it out, and a small roll came out.

"Look, look, what's in it?" Everyone said that they forgot that they were hungry for a while.

"It can't be a love letter written by a rich lady to a good long-term worker, right?" A soldier had a whim.

"Pull it down, it's not so coincidental." His words made everyone laugh.

As he was talking, the soldier who found the note had already spread out the paper roll, but at a glance, the soldier grinned and said, "What kind of play is this, like a ghost drawing a talisman?" ”

"Come, I'll see, I'll see." The soldiers rushed over to look.

"I don't know." If you see a soldier, you say.

"I think this looks like a little devil's word." Suddenly, a soldier spoke.

There were a lot of people in the room, so Huo Xiaoshan and Shen Chong, the soldier's new discoveries just now, didn't come to the soldier, but when they heard the word like a little devil, they noticed it.

At this time, Li Liang had already taken the note and handed it to Huo Xiaoshan: "Look at it, I think it's really a devil's word." ”

After Huo Xiaoshan took it, he looked at the content, but after reading it, he didn't say anything, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Can it be a little devil?" Shen Chong stretched out his hand and asked for the note again, but he didn't believe it.

It's just that he jumped up as soon as he finished reading it, his face was full of surprise, and then he jumped up and asked Huo Xiaoshan loudly: "Do you say this is true?" ”

Originally, in the eyes of everyone, this matter was just a trivial matter, and it was a fun thing to adjust the atmosphere during the war, but they didn't expect Shen Chong to have such a big reaction.

So as soon as they saw Shen Chong looking at Huo Xiaoshan, everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Huo Xiaoshan.

"I think it's eighty percent true." Huo Xiaoshan said while thinking, and then he showed a sarcastic expression, and muttered in his mouth: "Did you eat the horse jerky so quickly?" ”

Immediately afterwards, his eyes were already Huo Ran, and he swept to everyone who was looking at him and said loudly: "Hurry up and eat, we have to report the news, the little devil in Changsha has no food!" ”