With a gesture of attack by Mo Dongshan, the Ming troops on both sides suddenly opened fire on both sides of the gate that opened to the inside, one shot broke the lock of the door, and the other shot destroyed the upper half of the gate. www.biquge.info Then the two of them kicked the door that had been half torn down and kicked it into the house.

Although the people inside had already heard the shouts of the Ming army in the corridor and were obviously ready for battle, they did not expect the Ming army to suddenly break in so accurately, and they were obviously stunned for a moment.

And Mo Dongshan, who was already on standby outside the door, was waiting for this fatal moment, he subconsciously pulled the trigger of the weapon the moment the door was kicked open, and the 1799 submachine gun immediately responded, and the heavy body of the gun shook violently because of the recoil, and the bullets sprayed out densely.

At this time, the power of the submachine gun is vividly reflected, because of the high rate of fire and the long reload time, so it has an unparalleled advantage in close fire. Because the opponent cherishes only one chance to shoot, he will subconsciously aim and then fire, while the person holding a submachine gun can fire first and then aim -- this is the gap.

When Mo Dongshan opened fire, he hadn't seen clearly where the other party was, nor did he see whether the other party was a civilian or an enemy, this was a cruel battlefield, and any danger would lead to the loss of his own life, so everyone naturally chose to ignore other lives, after all, there are more people who choose between the death of others and their own death, or choose to let others die.

However, at the time when the first bullet flew out of the muzzle, Mo Dongshan saw the first enemy opposite him, the poor Jin rebel still holding a gun and looking at the gate that had been kicked to the ground, only to be hit by the oncoming Ming bullets through the steel helmet on his head.

Immediately after, Mo Dongshan, who continued to fire, swept the submachine gun in his hand towards the second enemy soldier, who was hiding behind the bed, only revealing his upper body. It's a pity that the bullet that swept at him penetrated the thin bed board, directly hitting his uncovered upper body and covered lower body into a sieve.

The penetration of bullets, especially military bullets, is much greater than expected, and seemingly solid hiding places can often be easily pierced by flying bullets - for example, under the bed, behind the cabinet, in the car, or behind the door of the car where people are often hiding in movies......

There were only two unlucky Jin rebels in the house, and after Mo Dongshan ran out of one of his magazines, the echoing gunfire stopped. Two Ming soldiers who broke the door rushed into the room with rifles with bayonets, confirming that the two unlucky guys were really dead, and then turned back to report to the squad leader Mo Dongshan behind him: "Safety! He's dead! ”

As they spoke, the two men kicked away the rifles that had fallen to the ground next to the two corpses. They are all soldiers who have been bathed in the flames of war, and they all have their own ways of ensuring their own safety, but these methods are actually very simple, and there are only four words in total: be careful.

Yes, there is only one way to be careful, be careful not to be hit by the enemy, be careful not to step on a mine, be careful not to show your head and be killed by a stray bullet, be careful not to let someone else's bayonet take out before stabbing someone...... The rest will be left to God, and if God takes care of you, then you may be able to survive the battle.

After changing the magazine for his weapon, Mo Dongshan looked at the old man in his fifties whose expression was so calm that it was a little numb. The other party leaned against the door of his room, looking at the fierce battle in front of him with indifferent eyes, and when Mo Dongshan motioned for him to walk over, the old man obediently stepped in front of the Ming army squad leader.

The old man walked with a slight limp, and it seemed that one leg was not very neat. Seeing the other party coming obediently, Mo Dongshan carried the submachine gun in his hand behind him. Then he took out a box of cigarettes from his breast pocket, first popped one out for himself, put it in his mouth, then popped out another one, and handed it to the old man who had just come over.

The old man didn't shirk either, took the cigarette handed to him by Mo Dongshan, put it on the match that Mo Dongshan struck, lit it, and began to swallow the clouds and spit out the fog. His reminder just now made this Ming army squad avoid the possibility of loss, and it seemed natural to take a cigarette as compensation.

"Are there any other rebel soldiers in this building?" Mo Dongshan opened his mouth to ask the old man who had just taken the initiative to cooperate, and threw the pack of cigarettes, which were quite valuable during the war, to the old man. Seeing that the old man had caught the cigarette, he turned his head and motioned to his men not to waste time and to continue looking for the next room.

"Nope." The old man shook his head, pointed to the room that had been ravaged by bullets, and said, "When the two of them came, they went from house to house and robbed us of our money, and then when they heard that you were coming, they hid in this house. ”

Then the old man suddenly continued, "Can I go in and get my own things back?" ”

Mo Dongshan was stunned for a moment, then laughed, nodded and replied naturally: "Of course, you can call the neighbor who was robbed of money and return the money and things to the original owner...... But I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it, and the money may be disgusting now. ”

"Don't be afraid!" The old man smiled, then looked at the submachine gun behind Mo Dongshan and nodded: "It's much stronger than when I was a soldier, and the Ming army is like you now?" Not bad, not bad. ”

While praising Mo Dongshan, who was a little embarrassed, he walked towards the room that had not yet closed the door and was full of blood. At this time, Mo Dongshan realized what caused the old man's somewhat lame leg.

Walking into the room, this retired former soldier of the Ming Empire was obviously familiar with some special business. After all, anyone who has been on the battlefield and survived will definitely learn to rummage through corpses - this is a very useful skill both officially and privately, and it will give users unexpected gains in the sea of corpses and blood after the battle.

For these surviving veterans, rummaging through the corpses of enemies or their own people is as natural as finding loot from the corpses of monsters in an online game. The old man quickly found a stack of bloodstained Daming gold and silver coins from the pocket of the corpse's jacket, which had been stained red with blood.

The so-called Ming gold coin or Ming silver coin, in the long years has long been replaced by the corresponding denomination of paper money, this exquisite appearance of the world's currency has long been not the style designed by the Emperor of the Apocalypse, adding a lot of the latest anti-counterfeiting technology, can be called a piece of art. The banknotes bear the portrait of the Emperor of the Apocalypse, and the face value is much larger than before.

You must know that in the beginning, gold coins were real gold coins one by one, and later after the development of paper money, there were 10 gold coins such a denomination that the poor could not even think of - when it developed to this day, it is not surprising that the banknote of 100 gold coins in aristocratic circles is no longer strange.

Of course, most of the stacks of banknotes in the old man's hand were shabby silver coins, and only a limited number of gold coins were filled inside. The red blood stains in the corners of the banknotes are so eye-catching, which makes people look a little sad and sad.

Mo Dongshan realized that he had learned something again, he scratched the back of his head, and looked at the two poor enemy corpses lying in the room with some disdain - if it weren't for the greed for the money, they could have come out and surrender, or at least they could have fought the Ming army to the death.

They are now meaningless corpses, precisely because of these insignificant few gold coins in their pockets. Even if life is as low as grass mustard in the war, when he sees such a naked equivalent exchange with his own eyes, Mo Dongshan is still a little embarrassed.

"Come here and get the money back! The old neighbor's awkwardness was pinched. The soldiers who came were the children of our Ming Empire, and their hands and feet were much cleaner than these rebels. The old man shouted to the neighbors who were looking at him but didn't dare to approach, and these people who were still a little hesitant hurriedly stepped forward, and you divided the money with a few copper plates and a few silver coins, and in the end it was exactly the same.

The soldiers of the Ming army, who were still kicking the door to check, smiled bitterly, and the people who were ignoring themselves just now immediately made their stand clear because they had just been robbed of the money: these simple people changed their slightly friendly eyes, and it only took a few seconds to give themselves a new name to these people who were still very strangers just now - "Zidi soldiers".

It seems that the commander is still far-sighted. If the new army had been like the original Ming army, plundering the people in the areas it had just occupied, these people would really have become enemies. Even if you don't say it on the surface, the indifference and numbness shown by the people on the border make grassroots soldiers like Mo Dongshan feel a little cold.

"We can't afford to lose these people...... If they repeat it again, they will really forget themselves, the feelings that originally belonged to the Ming Empire, whose blood was thicker than water. Mo Dongshan came up with such a sentence in his heart, and then said to the old man who was staggering back: "Thank you!" ”

Behind him, the soldiers of the Ming army leaning against the door shouted loudly to drown out the already unclear thanks: "Is there anyone? The Ming army searches for suspicious rebel figures! Anyone? If we don't speak, we're broken! (To be continued.) )