Naturally, this shot hit the devil machine gunner's head steadily, and the bullet drilled into his brain so indestructible that even the steel helmet couldn't save the beast's dog's life.

The sound of gunfire and the fall of comrades woke all the enemy, and the consequences of not detecting in advance were revealed. These devils and traitors don't even know where the ambushed person is most likely to be, and can only spin around like headless flies.

The only way they could now was to use the POWs as human bunkers, looking for where the enemy was hiding while they were hidden.

But even so, it was still difficult for Zhao Gang. He pulled the bolt and reloaded, the muzzle of the gun shifted to point at the devil at the front of the line.

Although blocked by prisoners of war, the second bullet hit the enemy's exposed calf with precision.

The devil who was hit fell to the ground in agony, and blood gushed out from the wound on his leg. The valley echoed with Little Day's screams, and he continued to crawl towards the middle of the group, trying to find a safe place to hide.

Since among the three, only Zhao Gang can guarantee a hit rate at this distance. So the other two comrades did not shoot, but it had a great deterrent effect.

As the saying goes, open guns are easy to dodge and dark arrows are difficult to defend, which is a very suitable description of the deterrent power of snipers on the battlefield.

A good sniper can not only destroy the enemy's body, but also break the enemy's mind.

Someone in his own family was suddenly shot in the head by a sniper who didn't know where to hide, and there was even a comrade who dragged his injured leg and crawled all the way and screamed, which gave the last devil a very big impact and psychological shock.

When he was looking for a human bunker just now, he chose Wei Dayong, who was closest to him and the most burly.

This little devil is no more than 1.6 meters tall, and he is blocked tightly, holding a Southern 14-type pistol in his hand that makes it difficult to commit suicide and constantly shouting to give himself courage.

This made Zhao Gang a little worried, although he was sure to kill this devil, but he had to change the shooting position.

In this process, it takes a certain amount of time. The reason why they chose to shoot was to save people, and if the little devil felt that he had no hope of living, he might fight back against the prisoners of war on the verge of death.

The two shots took less than half a minute.

After discovering that the last devil did not have the idea of saving his comrades, Zhao Gang gave up the idea of surrounding the corpse to help, and decisively ended the other party's life of crime with one shot.

Just as he had just moved the muzzle of the gun to the only remaining devil, a mutation suddenly occurred.

Although these prisoners of war belonged to the fruit preserved troops, many times they were defeated not only because of their own strength, but also because of backward tactics and blind command of the highest commander.

"After the captain of the transport team airdropped his own orders, he cursed and flew away."

But the strength of their grassroots officers is still very good, not to mention that they are still the elite who crawled out of the pile of dead, and they will definitely not give up once they have a chance to survive.

The three gunshots rang out in a total of one minute.

They were also a little confused when they were shot for the first time, but when they saw the devil being shot, they realized that it was a friendly army who came to save them.

In the second shot, they began to slowly adjust their positions while the devil was still in a panic, preparing to fight back with unknown friendly forces.

When the third shot was fired, they all surrounded the devils and puppet soldiers, ready to create opportunities for friendly snipers.

Although these people's hands were tied behind their backs, and there were ropes on their feet to restrict their movements, this did not mean that Wei Dayong had no choice.

He almost squeezed the last bit of strength in his body, lifted his foot and stepped heavily on the little devil's shoes. Stepping on the toes, a child's fighting technique, played a great role at this time.

Xiao Ri didn't expect that the prisoners of war still had the strength to resist, but before they could open their mouths to curse, they were hit by a soldier behind him.

The preserved fruit soldiers had a tacit cooperation with Zhao Gang, and when the devil was still in the air, he was intercepted by Zhao Gang's bullets in the air.

At the same time, Zhao Gang shouted to the comrades around him:

"Rush! Just rush forward! Don't stop! I will deal with the traitors who threaten! ”

In fact, he was a little worried, and when the two warriors rushed out of the ambush site, the traitors already had the idea of escaping.

It's only a few dollars a month, so what's the puzzle? When the devils are all dead, they will naturally collapse and sell, and at this time, they will have to compete with their teammates.

But Zhao Gang didn't give these people a chance to escape, and the last bullet hit the fastest traitor in the first place.

In the face of a sharpshooter who had no bullets, two soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who went down the mountain like a tiger, and a group of preserved fruit soldiers who were eyeing each other, these traitors who betrayed their ancestors and sought glory immediately put down their weapons and surrendered on their knees.

If they use their pig brains to think about how many bullets there are in the magazine of a mainstream rifle, maybe they can still run away by selling a few teammates.

Seeing that there would be no suspense at all about the battle, Zhao Gang ran from the hidden firing point to the valley below. In the process, he also pulled out his TT33 and carried Mosin Nagant on his back.

The pistol and the watch were gifts he and his classmates exchanged when he graduated from the university, in honor of the friendship of his classmates.

After arriving at the destination, looking at the preserved soldiers who spoke ill of the traitors, Zhao Gang couldn't help frowning.

Although the Eighth Route Army has rules for treating prisoners well, every normal person will not have a good impression of traitors as creatures.

With the help of guards and communicators, the ropes on the hands and feet of all the preserved soldiers were untied. After the death of the company commander, the highest rank in this group of people was actually Wei Dayong.

Seeing Zhao Gang, who was obviously the leader, although Wei Dayong was exhausted, he still took a strong breath and saluted his life-saving benefactor and said:

"Hello sir! I am Wei Dayong, the squad leader of the 27th Division of the Central Army, thank you for saving us. ”

Zhao Gang still admired this soldier who cooperated with him, and he immediately returned the military salute. Seeing the other party staggering, he hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

He then removed his backpack from behind him, which contained a few cooking cakes. This was originally the dry food he brought with him when he came to Jin Province, but because he didn't finish eating it and didn't want to waste the food, he kept it, which really saved his life at this time.

After giving these cooking cakes and water to the weakened soldiers, and explaining that they were resting in place, Zhao Gang walked to the side of the puppet army.

The comrades of the two brigade headquarters had already completed the disarming, and the wastes who ate the people who were afraid of soft and hard fish were kneeling on the ground and trembling at this time, and Zhao Gang looked at these people with great disgust.

Seeing a man with a pistol walking towards him, the traitors also recognized this as the senior official of the Eighth Route Army. So these scumbags who sold their ancestors for glory kowtowed desperately, trying to save their dogs' lives.

"Eighth master, we people of the Republic of China don't kill people of the Republic of China! We didn't do anything bad, we usually even paid for food. ”

At this time, Zhao Gang's murderous aura had been reined in, and he had changed back to his polite appearance, he looked at this group of traitors and said:

"What are you doing? We are the Eighth Route Army! Don't kill those who surrender! Look what you guys look like! Now that you know you're scared? ”

"Come with me and go back to the trial! Whether you have done bad things or not, you don't count what you say! ”

Hearing that they would not kill those who surrendered, the traitors visibly breathed a sigh of relief, but the word "public trial" next made them tremble.

Don't do bad things and don't be afraid of ghosts calling the door, these people obviously have a problem. There was a scumbag who was carried away by fear and actually rushed to Zhao Gang, wanting to fight with him.

For this kind of person who obviously has the blood debt of the common people on his hands, Zhao Gang raised his right hand holding the gun without any psychological pressure, and took his life with a bullet.

At a distance of only two meters, this shot made blood splash on Zhao Gang's clothes and face, and he looked at the rest of the people expressionlessly and said:

"I want to emphasize one last time, come back with me to stand trial, and the rest of your life will be decided by the people."

"If you resist, I will think that you are a threat to my personal safety, and I will not be a prisoner at that time!"

Slowly portrayed a god of war political commissar, and I also tried to write about political work.

(End of chapter)