In the early morning, Yan Hanshui and a few people found that those puppet troops did not attack in a hurry, but a team of escorts came here. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Yan Hanshui looked through the binoculars, and there were actually a few reporters in the team. The men skillfully got a tripod and started photographing some of the corpses that had been laid out.

Anne, the reporter here, looked strangely in the distance: "It seems that there are also reporters on the other side?" What are they doing? ”

"I guess I'm shooting some loot footage, so I think about what might happen." Yan Hanshui thought about it for a while.... Then he continued: "The looted grain, grass and money... At the meeting, the newspaper said how many thieves were killed after breaking through Liangshan. How much money did you get, and the great Japanese empire prospered or something. And then those corpses.... The bandits slaughtered civilians to vent their anger, and all of our righteous aspirants spurned them, and they will surely return a good fortune to the people in the occupied areas. That's about it... If I'm not mistaken. It is estimated that some of the last information will be sent back to China and become the capital for some people to be promoted. ”

Yan Hanshui thought about it, and then said it with a smile. Anne also shook her head helplessly: "Maybe... In fact, if we hadn't been captured by you, we might not have seen a real country at war. Our photographs mean almost nothing compared to the corpses. This is also the helplessness of those of us who are journalists...", but Anne still took a picture of a dirty boy who was nibbling on a sweet potato and was rescued out of the instinct of a reporter.

Tu Yu on the side seemed to think of something, and suddenly sang a song softly from his mouth.

TheAngryRiver

Emptiness keeps us in the darkest time of the day

In similar towns, they make sounds like cow calls, like prey moaning in grief

The bitter taste is hidden in the face of the forgotten child

The darkest needs, at the slowest speed, are blended into a consistent pattern

These photos do nothing to stop their poisoning

The glow of glory that had been there for a moment began to fade...... (American drama, true detective's music, if you are interested, you can Baidu, the original song is in English.) ）

Although it was in English, it was a sad mood that was completely sung. And Anne and Pete, who could understand, sighed at each other, and Pete already had a good impression of Tu Yu: "Madam, if you were in our country, you would definitely become a star." ”

Anne also nodded: "Sister Tu's singing skills are really first-class... Moreover, this song cannot be refuted. We really didn't have much use, and it didn't matter how many pictures we took. War... I've seen it. Pete, if we make it home alive this time, I won't be a war correspondent. ”

"Hahaha.... I'm not doing it anymore, I'm going to travel the world. Pete smiled, then looked at Tu Li. It would be nice if I could go with Tu Yu, but it seems that this woman doesn't mean that at all.

Tu Yu glanced at Pete, and then said to him kindly, "Travel? Believe me... The world-wide scuffle is about to begin. The United States should be relatively safe, so don't run around. ”

Pete was about to continue asking, when suddenly a shout came from the bottom of the mountain. Dozens of Japanese troops were behind, and more than 300 puppet troops in front pressed up together. There seems to be a reporter taking pictures in the back, so I also want to capture this snow-capped peak in one go. So Pete's question was interrupted, and Yan Hanshui politely asked the two reporters to go inside the cottage, after all, it was too unsafe outside.

It was now close to noon, and the weather was very hot, whether it was the attacking puppet army or the men defending this side of Yan Hanshui, they were a little listless.

Yan Hanshui found out at this time that there was actually a reporter who followed the puppet army to the mountain little by little. Yan Hanshui thought for a moment, and then estimated the distance.

"I said, let's see if I can kill the reporter across the street. In any case, they are little Japanese devils, and they should be embarrassed to kill a reporter. The captain of this squadron is estimated to be implicated when he goes back. Yan Hanshui gritted his teeth and aimed with the three-eight big cover.

It is more than 300 meters away and very quiet on both sides. The puppet army was still advancing, and the Japanese soldiers and reporters were about to stop at this position. More than three hundred meters, this distance from Japan must be considered a certain level of talent to hit the target, let alone the Chinese. Yan Hanshui was more than 400 meters away the day before yesterday, and he fired an unknown number of shots before he was hit by one shot. Therefore, whether it is the puppet army or the Yanhanshui side, the main combat positions are about 100 to 50 meters.

It's just that now Yan Hanshui wants to kill this person and cause a little trouble to the enemy. Even if the enemy rushes up, they are not afraid, they are afraid that this kind of refueling tactic will consume their own vitality.

The smoke and cold water gathered the whole body's falling flower heart method, and then let his hands completely hold the 38 big cover. The main reason for missing the last shot was a slight shake in the muzzle of the gun at the moment of shooting, which caused the trajectory of the bullet to deviate from a few hundred meters away. So now Yan Hanshui uses the Falling Flower Heart Method to stabilize his hands.

It took almost more than twenty seconds to aim before Yan Hanshui slowly pulled the trigger. "Smack!" A crisp sound echoed through the valleys. Those puppet soldiers were so frightened that they all lay on the ground, and looked at each other for a long time and found that no one was injured. But more than 100 meters behind them, a Japanese reporter with a camera slowly collapsed. The bullet from the smoke and cold water followed the position of the camera and directly penetrated his brain. The Japanese reporter, who was in a half-crouching state, fell to the ground without any precautions.

"Yaga!" A Japanese second lieutenant on the side saw this situation and directly led the remaining dozens of people to lie on the ground.

The Japanese soldiers on the side also shouted: "Watch out for the enemy!" Then they all took out their rifles and went into battle. Yan Hanshui will not show his head again stupidly, to be able to hit such a different party, Yan Hanshui has almost exhausted the internal force of the Falling Flower Heart Method just now. Even the moment he let go of the gun, his hands were a little tired. "It's still too bad...."Yan Hanshui sighed, but of course he wouldn't show it. Because some of the soldiers around him could see it clearly and were already cheering.

After all, more than 300 meters, it can hit the enemy. This is really not easy for a group of bandits and bandits who have not undergone formal training. Especially if this person is still a woman, it will be more respected by others. On the battlefield of resistance against Japan, half of the battle range between the fruit army and the Japanese army fighting positional warfare was about 100 meters. However, due to the well-trained Japanese army, the Shangguo army suffered a lot at this distance. A little bit of luck... After a battle of more than 100 meters, the Japanese army lost a position of a charging army.

At that time, the guerrillas fought at a closer distance, and they had weapons of any type, and the earthen guns were more than ten meters long and almost inaccurate. And.... The guerrillas are bullets, basically about 50 meters to shoot two or three shots and then go up to hand-to-hand combat. So in some dramas, the machine gunner who killed a devil eight hundred miles away can't really be. Moreover, sharpshooters are fed with bullets, and the net worth of the guerrillas back then wanted to train sharpshooters, and the price they paid must not be small.