Surrender your guns? Joke!

After the battle just now, this sniper 98k can have a good headshot accuracy at 600 meters, and the fat man once knew from a piece of information that this gun should be manufactured in Germany, so it was specially selected to be used as a sniper rifle, as for how Battalion Commander Zhang got it, it was not within his consideration.

However, what he fancied would not be returned, so he continued to smoke his cigarette and did not bird Camp Commander Zhang.

Seeing that the fat man was not only indifferent, but also so arrogant, Battalion Commander Zhang glared at the fat man angrily, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and when he pulled the bolt of the Czech light machine gun, he would spray anger at any time and beat the fat man into a sieve.

"You said the gun was yours, do you have proof?" Facing the muzzle of the black hole, the fat man was still unmoved, just took the sniper 98k in his hand and said lightly.

"I ...... Anyway, this shot is mine. Battalion Commander Zhang was speechless, as a soldier, even his own gun was taken away, which is not only humiliating, life-related, but also lost the dignity of a soldier.

"You say the gun is yours, you call it, as long as it answers, the gun is yours." The fat man is never afraid of things, knocking on the other party's stick, snatching the other party's love gun, making the other party lose the dignity of a soldier, he is going to vote **, I'm afraid there is no hope, just don't do it, this gun must not be allowed.

"Humph! Swear black is white.! As a high-achieving student who graduated from the Army Military Academy in Berlin, Battalion Commander Zhang must not tolerate being ignored, let alone being knocked unconscious with a stuffy stick and the shame of snatching a love gun.

I couldn't even keep my own gun, and I was embarrassed to ask to get it back if I took it away by myself, and the fat man instantly had a very bad impression of Camp Commander Zhang, so he didn't bother to take care of Camp Commander Zhang.

"How are you going to give me the gun back?" In front of so many people, Battalion Commander Zhang really didn't dare to shoot the fat man, this fat man killed so many devils, if he directly shot the fat man in front of his subordinates and the Eighth Route Army, it would definitely make people lose their backbones and lose a bad reputation.

"I'll talk about it if you can win." The fat man said indifferently, they are all soldiers, and the fat man feels that he has to annoy himself if he doesn't show his hands.

"Fighting guns?" Battalion Commander Zhang stared, just now he checked the corpse of the devil squad leader, and the sniper point of the fat man, and found that the shortest one was 600 meters, 600 meters of headshots, he thought that he was far behind, and he would never win a fight with this fat man.

"No!" The fat man refused very simply.

"What's that going to be like?" Battalion Commander Zhang touched the cold sweat on his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief, the fighting gun is really no match for this dead fat man, not to mention that if he loses in front of the Eighth Road, he will be embarrassed and thrown to the friendly army.

Hand-to-hand combat? Battalion Commander Zhang was even more bottomless in his heart, just now he knocked the fat man unconscious, he knew that this fat man not only understands the structure of the human body, but also the methods of the yin man are very sophisticated, more yin than the veteran oil who specializes in black hands, and he really doesn't have the confidence to bargain in hand-to-hand combat.

"Draw lots." The fat man lit another Harddoor, took a leisurely puff, and said with a cigarette.

Battalion Commander Zhang almost fell, he thought that the fat man would win or lose in military subjects, but he didn't expect to use such a child's play method to determine the ownership of a German 98k?

He didn't know that after the battle just now, the fat man was already hot and tired. In this hot weather, military skills are more than fighting and don't want the fat man's life? The team of devils who were forced to kill just now has made the fat man hate this hot weather.

Just now, Wang Yi rescued Battalion Commander Zhang, and simply said that this fat man is the identity of the Japanese army translator, and he is familiar with the Japanese puppet army's defense.

A few days ago, Battalion Commander Zhang received an order from Shangfeng to make peace with the Eighth Route Army and escort several doctors to the Japanese-occupied area.

There are only more than 10 teams on both sides, and they have to protect a few doctors, so they must not break through the checkpoints guarded by the Japanese puppet army, let alone take the expensive doctor to the minefield, and can only outwit it by understanding the minefield deployment of the Japanese puppet army. It's a pity that three waves of reconnaissance teams were sent in stages, but none of them caught a valuable prisoner, and they also strayed into a minefield and lost a few people, let alone through the county seat.

Now the Japanese puppet army seems to be aware of the presence of such a team as them in the defense area, and has intensified the search, and the longer they delay outside the city, the more they will be found by the Japanese puppet army.

As a devil translator, the fat man mastered the deployment of the Japanese puppet army in the city, and the layout of the minefield, which increased the chance of the team passing through the defense area.

"Okay, then draw lots." Battalion Commander Zhang was silent for a while, so he nodded in agreement.

As a top student at the Berlin Military Academy in Germany in his early years, he is very aware of the tactical literacy of this dead fat man, and he is really not sure about his opponents.

What's more, this dead fat man blocked the devil of the entire team with his own body, although he was the identity of the second devil translator, he saved everyone, and Battalion Commander Zhang really didn't dare to shoot the fat man, and when the fat man proposed to draw lots, he just let him get off the donkey.

The fat man turned his back to Camp Commander Zhang, broke two branches casually, removed the leaves and rubbed them for a while, then pinched the two branches with both hands and fists, blocked the tails of the branches with his body and clothes, and then turned to Camp Commander Zhang and said, "I have two branches in my hand, do you say that they are long or short?" If you draw it, you win, and whoever the gun is. ”

"Let's take a long shot." Battalion Commander Zhang nodded, this method is not only simple, but also does not hurt the peace, the most important thing is that when the fat man turned around and tinkered with the branches, he had already written down the long one with his eyesight, and there was an insect spot on the head of the branch.

"Are you sure?" The fat man's cheeks twitched, and a trace of panic flashed in his small eyes, and he continued to ask, "Why don't you think about it again?" ”

"Sure! Whoever draws the long branch is the owner of this sniper 98k. Camp Commander Zhang took in the fat man's expression and sneered in his heart.

The art of war is cloudy, and the soldiers are treacherous.

After Battalion Commander Zhang was yin by the fat man once, he carefully observed the fat man's performance in sniping the Japanese puppet army, and also looked at the treacherous thunder crater, and knew that the fat man was a guy full of tricks, and he was very yin.

Camp Commander Zhang did not hesitate to smoke the branch that had no insect spots, and the more he pulled out, the longer the branch, the more panicked the fat man's face became.

"Haha, how's that? It's time for me to have a gun. Battalion Commander Zhang pinched the half-foot-long branches, laughed at the fat man, and the humiliation of the dark whistle being snatched away from the shadow, the gun, and the fat man's five flowers were gone, as if he had avenged the murder of his father.

"Alas!" The fat man shook his head and sighed, glanced sideways at Battalion Commander Zhang with a disappointed expression, slowly pulled out the remaining branches, and said while pulling them back: "Sometimes people are too smart, and it is also a mistake. ”

"What?" Battalion Commander Zhang didn't know why this fat man said such a sentence, but after a while, he understood the meaning of this sentence, and his face suddenly turned pale.

I saw that the branches in the fat man's hands were getting longer and longer, as if there was no end......

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