"Fight in the alleys, don't leave town. We'll leave after we've wiped out the Japanese."
"Who calls us nouveau riche? We all have submachine guns, not even one with a long range!"
"Sorry, your mouth is useless at this time."
Shuoyu had a gun in his hand and only cared about following the leader and rushing forward. The enemy's shooting skills were very good, and they had no advantage. Si La Si La snatched the weapons of the three dead men, gave one to Fan La, kept one for himself, and gave the remaining one to Dou Bing, who had no experience in shooting, for self-defense. Shuoyu snatched it away. For someone like Dou Bing, grenades are more useful than rifles.
Shuoyu gave the gun to Bula, exchanged it for two grenades, and hung four or five grenades on Doubing. At least Doubing was familiar with this thing and knew how to use it.
Then he picked up the British sniper rifle behind him and rushed out after Silasila. To be honest, there is a real difference between those who have undergone military training and those who have not. Talent alone cannot save a nation or a country. The superiority of an individual cannot save the entire race. Even if a chicken can recite pi backwards, it cannot prevent the reality that its other brothers and sisters will be eaten.
I heard that the Japanese implemented a crazy militarized management. Every teenager was subject to military management from the time they were in their teens. They had to start training in military skills, such as shooting, even when they were wearing a loincloth. So their shooting skills were generally much more accurate than ours.
Just like now, they would be killed instantly if they showed their heads. Their enemies were like those with eight-fold scopes. Shuoyu took Fanla and the veterinarian together to deal with the devils at the corner. There were about two or three of them.
He fired a shot into the ground, deceiving the opponent, and before the opponent fired a second shot, the bullet hit his helmet and went straight through his head.
Shuoyu and his companions hid behind a haystack to avoid the opponent's deadly small guns. The veterinarian covered his face with his helmet. He didn't know what was going on, but Shuoyu was still thinking about getting out and firing another shot. The opponent's shooting skills were not as good as his. He could hit the target. He thought he would never forget that feeling. He had a very good memory.
"What's wrong with you, vet?"
Shuo Yu was attracted by Fanla's voice and looked down at the veterinarian. Seeing the veterinarian's appearance, his face immediately changed with fear. He took off his helmet and touched his skinny body, checking whether the veterinarian was hit by a stray bullet.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, my heart is just beating fast, it will be fine in a while, don't worry about me, you guys go, you guys go."
Shuo Yu left him some weapons so that he could use them to protect himself. They had to get rid of these guys immediately and then run away quickly, otherwise they would be surrounded by the Japanese soldiers who came after hearing the news, and then they would really not be able to escape.
He rushed out, reloading while aiming at a guy who showed his head. After dodging the opponent's bullet, he shot him in the head. Fanla followed behind him to deal with the enemies who might appear behind him.
The two of them came to a corner and leaned their backs against the brick wall. In front of them, there was a guy with excellent shooting skills waiting for them. Shuo Yu listened to the sound and threw a grenade in that direction. A body with a broken body rolled down the Heshun street.
Within a minute, Shuoyu killed three or four people, and Fanla hit a guy who was trying to attack them from behind, then retreated and hid from the enemy who appeared at a fork in the road ahead.
The streets of Heshun were like Zenda, so interconnected that it was confusing. The gunshots seemed to come from every corner, making it impossible to tell the direction. Suddenly, a strange gunshot rang out from behind them. They hurriedly looked back and saw a familiar face.
A guy who was not skilled in shooting. The most terrible thing was that he just stood there and shot. Even the new recruits of the Sichuan Army did not do that. He was still so green and inexperienced. But he really came with his books and really joined the guerrillas. He was still so cheerful. He just needed to learn more. The gun in his hand was still the Type 38 rifle given to him by Shuoyu. But he didn't know where he got the bullets from. The sound of the bullets was not very crisp.
Shuo Yu pulled him to himself and Fanla, and hid behind the wall to avoid being hit. Although there were many questions he wanted to ask, it was more important to deal with the enemy in front of him.
"Oh, it's you!"
"Stop talking nonsense and watch carefully!"
Shuoyu and Fanla, one cheating, the other attacking, two different bullet trajectories simultaneously aimed at the guy at the corner who didn't even dare to show his head. One bullet hit the other's foot as he tried to escape, and the other bullet hit the other's internal organs. With a sound of bang, only sticky blood was left on the ground.
The same situation happened at Silasila's side and Milongdoubing's side. Monks with guns, hunters using homemade smoking grenades that sometimes worked and sometimes didn't, and villagers holding special crossbows suddenly appeared beside them, coming to fight the Japanese with them.
It was also the guerrilla force that Li Liang found, the [Dahong] that Master Yu avoided.
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