This day, Zhang Wei can be said to be proud of himself, with the gun he handed over last night, he really did one shot at a time today, which made the Yue army on the opposite side tremble.

It's just that Huang Zhi was very puzzled on the side, looking through the telescope given to him by Xie Jinyuan, Zhang Wei basically didn't kill anyone directly. Could it be that Zhang Wei was moved by compassion? That's impossible.

"You're not very accurate, are you?" couldn't help but tease Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei glanced at him disdainfully, "What do you know!" Help me find two officers and I'll show you! ”

Searching through the binoculars, Huang Zhi quickly helped Zhang Wei find two targets, and watched as the two unlucky guys were shot in the throat.

"Why did you hit your neck?"

At this time, the army had to retreat temporarily because of the loss of two officers in a row, and Zhang Wei also had some spare time, so he turned around and sat down to teach Huang Zhi his experience. "Usually the target is the heart and head, but the real sniper prefers to shoot the neck when he wants to kill."

"To show off your marksmanship?" This is Huang Zhi's opinion.

"Of course not. In fact, the neck is the most lethal target target. The human heart is only the size of a fist, and because each person is different, the position of the heart is slightly off. Therefore, although the shot in the chest is a serious injury, it may not be able to hit the heart and form a fatal effect. ”

Huang Zhi couldn't help but nodded, it was true, he had heard of people with their hearts on the right side, but they had never heard of people with the wrong neck.

"Let's talk about the head." Zhang Wei took the opportunity to give Huang Zhi's brain a shudder, "Does it hurt?" ”

Huang Zhi was depressed, but he had to shake his head, "It's okay." ”

"The human skull is the hardest in the whole body, and when shooting at the extreme distance of a firearm, especially in this era of firearms, it is actually difficult for the bullet to penetrate the skull and enter the brain, and more often it is embedded in the skull. It looked like he was bleeding and miserable, but in fact, the man couldn't die. Therefore, shooting in the head, the only thing that really works well is the eyes and the open mouth, and in these places, the target is smaller. ”

Huang Zhi nodded again.

"As for the neck, it is the only passage connecting the head to the body, and it is almost occupied by the spine, nerves, and blood vessels, and any one of these things can be fatal if you break any of them. You say, is it the best choice to shoot in the neck? ”

"If you can hit so accurately, why don't you hit those soldiers and not hit them?" Huang Zhi still has this question in his heart.

Zhang Wei looked into his friend's eyes, "You think I have compassion, right?" No, there is no humanitarianism in war. When you kill people on the battlefield, it's hypocrisy to say that. ”

"And for what?" Huang Zhi asked.

"I'll tell you a story, which also happened during World War II. A British sniper instructor told his students, 'If you kill an opposing soldier, the Germans only need to arrange for a strong lad to dig a pit for half an hour and bury him.' And if you just shoot the other side, then the Germans will have to arrange for two lads, carry him on a stretcher, and then arrange for one person to take care of him for two months. Which do you think is better from the perspective of consuming the other party's manpower? This story was also told to him by Zhang Wei's instructor.

I have to admit that this set of theories of the British is really useful for hostile countries with small populations. And during World War II, they did this to the Germans.

Huang Zhi has accepted his statement, but Zhang Wei is still unsatisfied, "Let's analyze it from the perspective of war psychology." When your best comrades are killed by the enemy, most people are usually angry and then become more courageous and fearless of death. In my heart, I will think, 'Desperately, I will kill a few more of each other to avenge my brother.'" Kill one to save capital, kill two to earn! ’”

"That's right." The other soldiers also came over to listen to the story.

"But when your comrades are just wounded, or have a broken arm, lie there moaning. At this time, people will be afraid, and they will assume that what if they are injured, what if they are injured, life is better than death? Zhang Wei showed a cruel expression, "Therefore, there is no humanity to speak of war, and we must try to scare the enemy as much as possible." ”

Huang Zhi completely agreed with his good brother's statement, but he was not very comfortable in his heart.

Under the suppression of Zhang Weishen's sniper, he was really scared, and he didn't make any big moves. Next, the 524th Regiment held the four lines of warehouses for three days, and finally received the order to retreat from Shangfeng on November 1. At this time, the army was exhausted, so they accepted the mediation of the British army in the concession and agreed to let the 800 brave men withdraw from the Sixing warehouse and enter the British concession to receive asylum.

At this time, Huang Zhi and Zhang Wei, the smell of gunsmoke has penetrated into their bones, walking among the soldiers of the 524th Regiment, even people in their dreams can't feel their differences.

It was night, and they returned to the real world.

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"Xie Jinyuan is dead......" Zhang Wei looked depressed, he had not yet recovered from the battle of the Four Elements Warehouse.

Compared with Normandy, the war in his own country made Huang Zhi feel it more personally, and he was also reluctant at this time. "After so many years, can you become an immortal if you don't die?"

"No, I mean he was killed. After the 524th Regiment was placed under house arrest in the British Concession for four years, and after his release, Wang Jingwei's puppet political axe assassins killed him! Pointing to the information searched on the computer screen, Zhang Wei gritted his teeth with hatred. Although his relationship with Xie Jinyuan was only a few days, the brotherhood of comrades-in-arms cultivated between life and death was far better than the lifelong interaction of normal people.

Huang Zhi was speechless.;