saw a figure flashing, and before the group had time to scream, Hu Weidong had already circled behind him like lightning, reached out and hooked his neck and twisted it hard, and the group didn't even have time to exclaim, he fell to the ground and didn't breathe. Hu Weidong quickly took off his rifle and saw that it was actually the "Hanyang-made Type 88 rifle" that he had seen in the military museum before, and he couldn't help frowning slightly. Hu Weidong, who was born in a military industrial family, naturally knew that the accuracy of this rifle was not high, and he had never used it before, even if his marksmanship was okay (higher than the standard of special shooters, but not comparable to a real sharpshooter like Zhang Taofang). If you use it in a hurry, the hit rate will obviously not be high, and how can you destroy so many enemies with just a bag of bullets captured? After all, the enemy has been alarmed, and there will be no second chance to easily get guns and ammunition

Hu Weidong saw more than a dozen enemies running over in the distance, so he had to unwillingly prepare for a "strategic shift" and shoot at the enemy while retreating, but unfortunately it took three bullets to kill one, and the efficiency was not too high, but fortunately, these regiments seemed to be very afraid of death, and as soon as they heard the gunshot, they all immediately lay on the ground, until the leader of the suspected homecoming regiment, a fat man who looked like a rich man, offered a reward of 100 oceans with a painful face, and the rabble rushed up again with a cheer. But after such a delay, Hu Weidong had successfully taken refuge in the woods

The woodland was Hu Weidong's favorite combat environment back then, and although there was no shade in winter, the trees here were often thick enough to allow a sideways warrior to conceal himself. Speaking of which, Hu Weidong hasn't been in actual combat for a long time, so today it's just a good time to see if his ability is still there?

"Ouch, my feet!" , only to hear a bang, a group of people who walked in front suddenly screamed and sat on the ground, and immediately there was another same bang, and the unlucky guy snorted a few times and then stopped moving. What killed this guy was two "nail mines" made by Hu Weidong with bullets and locust thorns, but they were actually killed by the explosion of chrysanthemums, and this guy was really sad enough. And a group member next to him just wanted to help him up to see what was going on, but he only heard a "bang", and a hole suddenly appeared on this guy's face, and a red and white fishy liquid immediately spurted out and splashed on the face of the companion opposite him

"Ahh Yes! The guy with a brain stain was obviously frightened, and habitually pulled the trigger in a panic, but hit the calf of another group, and at this time Hu Weidong fired another bullet, and the tallest guy in the group also fell

"These idiots, stopping and not looking for a place to hide, aren't they giving me a headshot?" Hu Weidong sneered, raised his gun and fired another bullet, and the enemy unexpectedly lost one man again, Hu Weidong couldn't help but increase his confidence, he gradually found that these enemies may not be as difficult to deal with as he thought, there are a lot of people, but the will to fight and tactical literacy are too poor, coupled with poor marksmanship and slow movements, it does not pose much threat to himself at all. What made Hu Weidong even happier was that as he became more and more familiar with the rifle in his hand, he not only became more and more proficient in jishu actions such as loading and shooting, but also became more and more accurate in marksmanship.

The group members suffered such a big loss, so they naturally wanted to fight back, but the other party was too well hidden, they could only estimate Hu Weidong's position and put it randomly, and the automatic weapon in their hands was not an automatic weapon that could be fired continuously. In addition, Hu Weidong's marksmanship is extremely accurate, and after a while, a third of the workers and soldiers fell, how can this be fought? As a result, these humanoid beasts who bullied the weak and feared the hard all turned around and ran away, which gave Hu Weidong, who had almost run out of bullets, a chance to pick up the guns and ammunition on the dead people. With enough bullets, Hu Weidong's confidence has greatly increased, and his marksmanship has become more and more accurate, and under his bullet farewell, only three of the eleven people who came escaped back...,

"Useless stuff!" When the Humpty Dumpty man saw that those regiments were so useless, his face turned pale, and he pulled out the shell gun on his waist and killed the waste who took the lead in escaping on the spot. But at this time, Hu Weidong fired a shot at him from a distance, but the sound of the shot was just covered by his shot, and when he noticed it, the bullet had already entered his forehead, killing him on the spot.

Now the regiments suddenly became a mess, and the enemy could be so accurate at such a distance, but they didn't even know where the enemy was, how could this battle be fought? However, the villagers, who had been slaughtered like lambs, seemed to be suddenly inspired, and they all rushed towards the rest of the group like crazy

Seeing the villagers who suddenly became hideous, the Tuanding were immediately stunned, and even forgot that they had a gun in their hands for a while, until Hu Weidong released the cold gun again, and the Tuanding who had lost one person did not react, but at this time they had fallen into the vast sea of the people's war, and by the time the crowd dispersed, Hu Weidong could not even see a complete corpse

"Luck is really good", Hu Weidong couldn't help but sigh secretly, if it weren't for the sudden riot of the villagers that unexpectedly brought the battle to a quick end, even if Hu Weidong could win, someone would definitely slip through the net, and when the time came, those fish that slipped through the net called a large group of reinforcements, no matter how good he was, he would only have to escape

"Young man, you're alone?" , an old man with thinning hair asked tremblingly, his eyes full of disappointment that could not be hidden.

Hu Weidong naturally knew why they were disappointed, just now he heard people running around to tell each other that "the Red Army is fighting back", but it turned out that he was the only one, and this feeling was like "a drop of rain after a long drought." "Same. Looking at everyone's lifeless eyes again, Hu Weidong suddenly felt like a big stone in his heart, and couldn't help shouting at everyone, "'A spark can start a prairie fire.'" ', even though I'm only one person now"

"Young man, were you sent by Chairman Mao?" , The old man grabbed Hu Weidong's hand at once, and asked almost incoherently. These three words seemed to have a magical power, and hundreds of people who had fallen into despair again suddenly turned their heads to look at Hu Weidong