Perhaps by God's grace, the two fighters were only shot in the shoulder by bullets in the hail of bullets.

The 6.5mm bullet with the 38 cover has very little lethality, and as long as it does not hit the vital part, it is difficult to deprive an adult of his life.

This criticized point became an opportunity to save the lives of two fighters.

They disappeared into the winding passage in the midst of a hail of bullets, under the eager gaze of their comrades, in the eyes of the enemy half-closed, aimed at mechanical sights.

The devil's troops did not hesitate at all, these few Tu 8 Lu who dared to provoke the dignity of the imperial army must apologize with death.

Letting them go is an insult to the Imperial soldiers.

Under the command of a captain with six stars on his shoulder, the devil's troops stepped over the two corpses left behind and charged towards the melancho.

The command knife of the devil officer exuded a shiny luster under the ice and snow.

This saber pointed straight into the depths of the mecca, leading the lives of these devils into the arms of death.

The devil's team rushed in, and the warriors lurking on the top of the hill cast their cold eyes downward.

Watching this group of enemies rush into the trap, their teeth were gritted, and the Hanyang Zao in their hands had already aimed at the head of the devil below.

Under the condescending position, the dense formation of devils has become a living target, a prisoner who is imprisoned in a cage, and the power of life and death has been firmly grasped by the fingers of the soldiers.

They only need to gently pull the trigger, even if it is not very reliable Hanyang, they can take the lives of more than ten devils in an instant under the same fire.

At this time, Li Yunlong calmed down, facing the enemy troops coming from below, he was like a general who was not shocked when the sky fell in front of him, his face was expressionless, and he looked coldly at this group of enemy soldiers wearing yellow tweed fur coats and fur hats.

But what I thought in my heart was: "This dress must be very warm on the body......"

Li Yunlong stood up in the face of the cold wind, he took out the twenty rings of virtue pinned to the armed belt, stepped on the raised rock with his left foot, took off the single clothes on his body, and revealed his bare shoulders: "Brothers, how many bullets are given to Lao Tzu, kill this group of dogs!" ”

For a time, the fingers of all the fighters pulled the trigger.

Suddenly there was a burst of gunfire.

Old-fashioned bolt-action rifles, old sleeves made in Hanyang, and bullets with 38 caps all flew out in a whirl.

The detached bullet casings tumbled out of the rifle's chamber, fell to the ground with residual warmth, rolled down the slope, and finally fell mostly into the mecca, melting a small hole in the thin layer of snow in the ground.

Those with grenades on their bodies were thrown by the fighters at the place where the devils were most densely populated for the first time.

This kind of grenade (made in the border area), which is often criticized by soldiers, also bursts into its due power in a narrow and dense space.

Li Yunlong held the shell gun obliquely, and the twenty-round shell gun could be used as half a submachine gun, and a fan swept over, and countless blood flowers suddenly burst out, and the devils fell one after another.

The devils below saw that they had been ambushed, and after panicking for a few seconds, they reacted, and they all looked for cover in the middle of the passage to fight back.

The scene was extremely lively for a while.

The two combatants who had been on a mission to lure the enemy also turned back and fired at the devil with their rifles.

The long wait was obviously worth it, after the devil's team entered the mezzanine, they suffered a devastating blow, leaving nearly 40 corpses, and when the remaining half began to look for cover, a few more corpses were thrown down, and the gunfire on both sides began to fight back and forth.

"Commander." The two guards saw that Li Yunlong was so brave, it was simply fatal, and they hurriedly blocked the way in front of the regiment commander and protected him to the death.

Li Yunlong yelled impatiently: "Get out, you guys are blocking me!" ”

The two guards refused to let them live or die, and Li Yunlong had no choice but to put the shell gun on the soldier's shoulder for a while.

Not far away, Gu Ming was lying on the ground with a 38 cover in his hand.

He was pressing the 6.5mm bullets into them one by one and loading them manually.

Of the five bullets that were fired just now, except for the first miss, the rest of the ways to die were accurately concentrated on the devil's chest, eyebrows, and other vital parts.

This was his first time on the battlefield, but unexpectedly, Gu Ming didn't feel too nervous.

He originally thought that it would take at least a while for him to fully adapt to the battlefield, but outside of physiotherapy, he felt that he had actually begun to get used to it.

Maybe the heart has already prepared for it, or maybe the cold has paralyzed the senses.

Gu Ming pressed the last bullet into the chamber of the gun and pulled the trigger.

A devil who raised his head slightly, a piece of blood splattered from his head, and the red and white fell on the rock wall behind him, emitting a hot gas.

"Fifth ......" Gu Ming silently counted the number of devils who died in his hands.

The bolt was pulled and the shell was manually withdrawn.

The 38 cover is not as good as the shell gun in Lao Li's hand, and it has to be pulled for a shot, and it is a waste of time to load the bullet.

In between the battle, Gu Ming glanced at a few fighters on the side.

Under his deliberate observation, Gu Ming found that the accuracy of these fighters was much worse than his own.

What they use in their hands is the same three-eight big cover, but they shoot an average of more than a dozen rounds to concentrate a devil.

"Looks like I'm a sharpshooter."

Gu Ming thought with some joy in his heart.

What he didn't know was that although these soldiers had been on the battlefield many times and had rich combat experience, the average number of bullets distributed per person was only five, and there were no more bullets after the battle.

On weekdays, it is even more impossible to train with precious bullets, and some veterans in the new regiment have fired less than 100 rounds of bullets in their lifetime.

The number of bullets Gu Ming fired at the training ground in a day was enough to equip a company of soldiers for a small battle.

The sharpshooter is fed with bullets, and this statement is true.

In terms of shooting, a man like Gu Ming, who has no talent, has also become a veritable sharpshooter under the feeding of mountains of bullets.

"Enjoyable!" Li Yunlong finished firing a magazine of bullets and finally hid behind the bunker.

Only then did the two frightened guards relax and retreat from the line of fire.

While loading, Li Yunlong also calmed down and observed the battlefield in front of him.

When he saw that his bullets crackled and hit the bunker in front of the enemy, sending out a spark but not causing the enemy to attrition, he shouted loudly: "You losers! Is there such a gun! It's all aimed at Lao Tzu, don't fucking shoot blindly! ”

Don't know that firewood, rice, oil and salt are expensive!

Listening to this gunshot, Li Yunlong was so distressed that he twitched.

The large number of bullets that were finally captured before, listening to this sound, it is estimated that half of them have been consumed.

If we continue to fight like this, we will have to use up all the bullets we have worked so hard to capture.

Under Li Yunlong's roar, the soldiers wasted a lot of ammunition for no reason, and the Japanese side still kept gunfire, but this time it was replaced by a new regiment and was beaten so much that it couldn't raise its head.

The bullets bounced on the stones of the bunker, and part of it got into the shoulders of the fighters.

The bullet of the 38 cover is very penetrating, and unless it is drilled into the bone, it can always drill out from the other side.

With a scream, several wounded fighters retreated.

The advantage of the battle situation gradually tilted to the side of the little devil.

Suddenly, Li Yunlong found a unique rhythmic gunfire in the midst of these gunshots, which always fired every 5 seconds, and after the gunshots, a devil who poked out his head was bound to die.

The more Li Yunlong looked at it, the more surprised he became, and said "hey": "Why don't I remember that there is such a sharpshooter in our group?" ”

He looked at the location of this extremely regular gunshot, which seemed to be Zhang Dabiao's side.

But Zhang Dabiao's marksmanship Li Yunlong is clear, this battalion commander is a good hand at throwing a big knife, but he is not very good at using a gun.

"Go, let's see which bastard shoots so accurately."

One sharpshooter is worth a million troops.

As if he had discovered a treasure, Li Yunlong slapped the monk's bare head and asked him to find the unknown sharpshooter to take a second look.