Chen Feng was anxious to watch from the sidelines, knowing that he had just seen that the Japanese soldier had two grenades on his body, and now the other party just didn't know the specific situation. Once the other party really observes the enemy's situation, a grenade comes, and all three of them will be reimbursed.

Struggling again, he felt that the rope behind him seemed to be a little loose, and he couldn't help but smile on his face, but maybe it was because the movement was too big, which aroused Xiao Liuzi's suspicions.

"What are you doing? Be honest with me."

Xiao Liuzi, who was in a nervous state, went up directly and gave Chen Feng a kick, which was not the same warning as before.

Chen Feng suddenly felt a sharp pain in his legs, followed by some numbness. Seeing that the cold muzzle of the gun was pointed at him, Chen Feng could only stop the movement in his hand, with a hint of pleading on his face.

"Then Brother Chen, you help me untie it, I promise to kill the devil outside the yard with one shot."

Chen Feng knew that talking to Xiao Liuzi had no effect at all, so he turned his head sideways and looked at Chen Degui, who was observing the enemy's situation.

Chen Degui was also a little entangled at this time, looked at Chen Feng, and then looked at the devil outside the window, and observed the two grenades on the little devil's body.

Once the little devil really skimmed the two grenades in, the dilapidated house could not stand it, and if it was not killed, it would be buried alive under the rubble.

"Xiao Liuzi will help him untie it", Chen Degui commanded Xiao Liuzi in a deep voice.

"But don't play any tricks on me, or Lao Tzu will immediately send you to meet your ancestors."

Chen Feng hurriedly nodded, saying that he would not play any tricks, and at the same time thought in his heart that it was Li Yunlong's soldiers, this one Lao Tzu, not at all like the image of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army that he saw in the TV series.

But it's right to think about it, except for the few people who have gone to military schools at the top of the Eighth Route Army, they are basically ordinary working people, and it is really unrealistic for you to let them write like a scholar all day long.

Rubbing his shoulders, which were faintly numb due to being in one position for a long time, Chen Feng turned sideways and came to the window to look at the Japanese soldiers who were sticking their heads out of the courtyard.

Chen Degui was about to hand the gun in his hand to Chen Feng, but he retracted it for a moment. After thinking about it, let Xiao Liuzi take the devil's 38 big cover.

Gently pulled the bolt a few times, instantly withdrew three bullets from it, and also took off the bayonet on the gun, leaving only two bullets and handed them to Chen Feng.

Although Chen Feng has been observing the passion outside the window, his eyes are still glancing at Chen Degui, and he has no dissatisfaction with the small actions made by Chen Degui.

After all, now is a special period, and being able to leave two bullets for the other party without knowing the details of the other party is already the biggest concession that Chen Degui can make, you must know that this is a gun, a murderous thing. If this were Chen Feng himself, it would be good to be able to leave a bullet for the other party.

The Type 38 rifle is a Japanese manual rifle, and because of the dust cover on the bolt and the words "Type 38" engraved on the receiver, the Chinese nickname it the 38 cover.

If such a gun is placed on the European theater, it is possible that the enemy will not give a damn at all. After all, the European battlefield at this time was already semi-automatic and fully automatic, and manual rifles were only used as auxiliaries.

But there's no such thing as the worst, only the worst. Compared with the 38 big covers of the Japanese army, the weapons in the hands of the Chinese army are even more shabby.

Except for some of the latest Zhongzheng guns developed by the Central Army's equipmentists, most of the soldiers used Hanyang-made guns made in the 19th century by the Hanyang Arsenal. For the more impoverished Eighth Route Army, Hanyang seemed to have become a luxury. This is also why Chen Degui handed the 38 big cover to Chen Feng, after all, this is a matter of killing the enemy with one shot, of course, you have to use good things.

Touching the 38 big cover in his hand, Chen Feng suddenly had a sense of familiarity echoing in his mind, which was the most persistent love for firearms.

Although later generations used fully automatic or semi-automatic weapons, even the worst ones were the famous Soviet-made AK rifles. However, the principle of this firearm has not changed much in decades, and a simple familiarity with it feels like using a weapon that you have carried with you for many years.

Looking at the Japanese soldiers outside the courtyard who were still sticking their heads and shrinking their heads, Chen Feng's eyes changed instantly, and his sharp gaze even made Chen Degui, who was standing on the side, a little frightened, not knowing how many people he had to kill to have such a fierce and cruel gaze.

And Chen Degui also saw a trace of confidence from Chen Feng's body, it seems that he doesn't have it at all, and he is willing to take it seriously for that devil.

Suddenly, Chen Feng suddenly raised his gun, and a gunshot rang out in the house. The violent speed made Chen Degui, who was standing on the side, not react. I heard a gunshot, and I saw the muzzle of a gun with puffs of smoke. Chen Degui hurriedly looked out the window, but for a long time, the devil never stretched out his head to observe the enemy's situation.

"How? Did you hit it?".

Although the little devil didn't stretch his head and shrink his head again for a long time, Chen Degui still asked a little uneasily.

"Hit".

Chen Feng replied lightly, don't look at Chen Feng's face now, in fact, his heart is already turbulent.

You can too, I'm sure the shot just now definitely hit the devil's head. In this way, he is not killing someone, although he is killing a devil, a country that has a feud with China, this is killing people after all.

I believe that any ordinary person, after killing someone, will inevitably have ups and downs in his heart like Chen Feng.

"Then please give me the gun."

Although Chen Degui said please, he was not slow in his hand, and directly snatched the 38 big cover from Chen Feng's hand, underestimating it in his heart.

"Although it is still unclear whether the devil outside the courtyard hit or not, at least you shot fast enough, Lao Tzu still put away the gun first, so as not to capsize in the gutter and be shot down by your kid."

This person always has a disadvantage, that is, he doesn't believe in others, he only believes in himself, and Chen Degui also has this inferiority. For this person who doesn't know the details, Chen Degui still doesn't trust a little, of course, this kind of trust is normal, after all, if you really believe the other party's words, go out by yourself, if the devil is not killed, then your life will be difficult to protect.

Looking at Chen Degui, who hurriedly snatched the gun in his hand, Chen Feng suddenly had a feeling that he took off his pants and went to bed, and when he lifted his pants, he didn't recognize anyone, and he was suddenly a little dissatisfied.

"Hey, I'm here to help you fight the devil, do you feel like you're crossing the river and tearing down the bridge? You do this .........".

Chen Degui accentuated his voice: "Hmm...".

Chen Feng swallowed his saliva, looked at Chen Degui, whose face had changed drastically, and looked at the gun in the other party's hand pointing at him, and squeezed out a smile on his face: "Isn't it a little rude."

Chen Degui's tone slowed down a lot, and he hummed softly.

"It's a little impolite.

Chen Feng, who thought that the peak was turning around, suddenly had a happy face, and just as he was about to speak, he was directly interrupted by Chen Degui with a smile.

"It's not very polite, it's still to come."

After speaking, his face became gloomy, and he pointed the muzzle of the gun at Chen Feng.

"You go out and see".

After hearing this, Chen Feng suddenly had a feeling of wanting to scold his mother, is this still the eight roads in his memory? How does it feel the same as the villain in the film and television drama.

Regardless of whether Chen Feng wanted to or not, in the end, under Chen Degui's obscenity, he could only walk towards the courtyard, but fortunately, Chen Degui did not stay in the house and followed Chen Feng, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the wall.