"Special! Shoot, you shoot, if you don't shoot, it'll be too late. ”

The old horse was shouting frantically in his heart.

In more detail, the creature was now lying behind a pile of sandbags, clenching a medium-sized rifle in his hand, and staring at the rapidly approaching pile of earthdoers in front of him.

Watch as these bare-chested, bare-edged balang knives in their hands, or forks and sticks, are getting closer and closer to their barricades.

The scream in his heart was so panicked that his lips were about to bite out in tension, but he didn't notice it.

Saying! At about ten o'clock in the morning, the natives, who had gathered outside the first safe zone, finally couldn't help but attack.

Just on the side of the street where he is located, there is a large area of black oppression, and I am afraid that there are tens of thousands of people in the past.

In the rear position, some should be in the agitation that if you rush in, you can grab a lot of money and food.

The natives were red-eyed, furiously screaming like beasts, wielding shiny balemic knives or clubs in their hands.

That scene is more terrifying than all the blockbuster scenes I've seen in this modern plane, Mr. Masaharu.

Instinctively, he pulled the trigger of the rifle in his hand and beckoned all the bullets in it.

But he remembered that in the previous time, the two fat and little white faces who took him to defend the barricade here repeatedly explained a little bit to themselves:

Before they have fired, they must not be shot.

As a result, the natives in front of them all rushed to a position of 100 meters in front of the barricade, but they never heard the sound of them firing in their ears.

Facing an opponent who was getting closer and closer, Lao Ma had such a reaction.

In the end, when some of the natives at the front rushed to a distance of fifty meters, an angelic roar finally sounded in their ears: "Fire~"

Without thinking much about it, the old horse pulled the trigger on his fingertips.

Suddenly, he could feel a loud gunshot, and a strong recoil force came from the butt of the gun against his shoulder, causing his upper body to fall back uncontrollably.

The position of the shoulder against the butt of the gun was also painful.

It's just that at such a time, this novice rookie didn't care about this, and his eyes looked straight ahead, trying to confirm the results of his first shot.

And the results of this shot can only be said to be quite perfect.

Because at such a short distance, there are dense natives everywhere in front of you, as long as you don't fire at the sky, it will be a little difficult to miss.

Add to that the medium rifle, which uses a 7.92mm caliber full-power bullet, which is powerful enough.

(The official rifle was said earlier, and it was a replica of the 98K.)

Actually, no, the correct statement should be an imitation of the German stick 1924 rifle, although it also belongs to the Mauser gun family, and it is corrected here. ）

The old horse could clearly see that a ball of blood had burst out on the neck of a native in front of him.

This guy was fierce one second ago, and the next second he was clutching his neck and slumping to the ground with a frightened face.

The bullet that pierced his neck continued to move forward.

He also hit the front door of a native in the back, causing him to be knocked to the ground in an instant; is equivalent to a shot, and it is actually a one-piercing two-in-one result.

Xu is this kind of shooting and killing the target, which is far less impactful than when killing the opponent in close combat.

Or maybe it's at the moment of adrenaline rush that makes this novice rookie's spirit go to the extreme.

In short, after the first killing, Lao Ma did not have any nausea, nausea, or vomiting, and only indescribable excitement remained.

As he quickly returned to the sandbag, he pulled the bolt with his right hand, causing a hot shell to fly out and pushing another bullet forward.

And when the old horse fired, the Thompson submachine gun in the hands of the second fat and the little white face in this direction.

and two other Chinese men who are said to be able to shoot guns, and the Hanyang-made rifles in their hands are all fired.

The firepower of the rifle is counted, but the firepower of the submachine gun, especially the firepower of strafing, is a frenzy at the current distance.

Under the dense bullets, the natives who had rushed over like a tide immediately put down a large area.

Seeing such a scene, Lao Ma still felt indescribably happy; I used the fastest hand speed to shoot the remaining four bullets in the chamber of the gun, all of which were clean.

At such a time, only a dozen seconds have passed since the first shot was fired.

It was just enough for those natives who were killed and injured dozens of people in the blink of an eye under the powerful firepower, and the stunned people just reacted.

The natives in front turned around with a look of fear and were about to flee, but the natives behind couldn't stop rushing over.

After it was a mess, it was immediately a mess.

Originally, the old horse also reached out and touched a bullet box on his waist, intending to reload the rifle and continue to fire and kill the enemy.

But I heard a sentence in my ear again:

"Save bullets, bayonet, follow me, kill all these Javan monkeys~"

The voice didn't fall completely, and the two figures flew past the left and right positions above his head, and the speed was so fast that it was the two of Erfat and Little White Face.

Definitely because of the sentence 'kill all these Javan monkeys', let Lao Ma, a rookie, go to the top.

Instinctively, he also followed the two figures to climb out of the barricade where they were sheltering and killed them in front of him.

Behind him, a number of Chinese men with sticks shouted, 'Kill these Javan monkeys,' and rushed out with them.

When he rushed out of seven or eight steps, the bayonet that the old horse pulled out of the scabbard at his waist was already successfully stuck on the rifle in a 'click~'.

But at this moment, the old birds of the two teams, such as Er Fat and Little White Face, had already rushed forty or fifty steps away and rushed to the side of those natives.

Even before rushing to the ground, one of them threw a small melon grenade over.

The grenade that exploded in the air and the flying fragments knocked down a large number of people in the blink of an eye, making the natives even more chaotic.

So much so that the two of them rushed forward, first with a punch or a palm, and after beating a native to pieces, they snatched a baleng knife and slashed it.

One knife at a time, there is no one enemy at all.

It can be regarded as the old birds of the Xuange Battalion team, and their strong combat effectiveness in cold weapons is undoubtedly revealed.

Seeing such a scene, the old horse was full of pride, which was from the soles of his feet to the Tianling cover; In a hurry, he stepped on the corpses on the ground and continued to advance, and after a short time, he rushed to a native man.

To be precise, this is still a half-sized cub.

At this moment, his face seemed to be scared and cried; Looking at the old horse's eyes, he was full of pleading.

It's just that this half-sized cub has a silk skirt around his waist, a small burden behind his back, and the baleng knife in his hand is even more mottled with blood.

Not long ago, this half of the cubs already owed a blood debt in their hands.

Special! Now I think Lao Tzu spared you, but have you ever thought before that you want to spare those innocent poor Chinese?

Thinking of this, the old horse learned the assassination action in his memory, and while making a lunge, he shouted the word 'kill~' in his mouth.

The bayonet in his hand that had been sharpened to the snow last night also stabbed at the thin chest of the half-adult cub.

In the blink of an eye, the bayonet stabbed the target in the chest, deep into it.

Warm blood stars splashed, and some even flew into the face of the old horse, making this thing's heart full of tyranny, and there was a tendency to develop towards the beast.

I never thought that this half of the cubs, while screaming harshly from their mouths, actually held the bayonet with their empty left hand, and refused to fall.

Seeing this, the old horse smiled and turned the rifle in his hand, so that the thing finally collapsed towards the place.

At this moment, five or six meters on the left-hand side, a young native who saw that he had no way to escape, rushed towards him with a knife.

Just killed a person, Lao Ma was full of confidence in his heart, and he was about to draw his bayonet and stab this opponent to the ground.

But when he drew the gun, he was horrified to find that the rifle bayonet in his hand was stuck on the half of the cub.

I pumped twice so hard that the bayonet could not be pulled out at all.

On the contrary, it was the natives who rushed up, and the baleng knife in his hand had already been chopped over, and it was too late to throw away the rifle in his hand and retreat.

Fortunately, this teacher of the modern plane Masaharu thought that he was going to receive a boxed lunch just a few days after the start of his mission.

A big-footed girl beside him kicked him and kicked him far away; Although kicking his waist hurt for a while, it also saved his life.

By the time the old horse looked over, the native young man had already been stabbed down by Erfat, and his neck was cut at least half deep, and he was hacked to death on the spot.

Then, the second fat scolded here:

"Remember well, don't sharpen the bayonet so fast next time, otherwise you will be looking for death."

If it weren't for the fact that his waist hurt too much, he really couldn't beat the other party, and the old horse would have to fight with the second fat now.

For at this time, all the natives in this direction fled to the rear, and they were now safe for the time being.

I also have enough mind to think about some other problems......

(End of chapter)