Fearless.

There is no feeling about death at all.

I vaguely felt a twirling bullet passing by around me, but it had no effect.

A comrade fell down on the left...

A comrade fell down on the right...

"Who said the Japanese fought with bayonets and didn't shoot?"

"These Japanese have really accurate marksmanship..."

There are fragments of thinking in my mind.

Fractured. Completely discontinuous.

He jumped off a ridge and happened to meet a Japanese devil.

Without thinking, he just stabbed the other person in the lower abdomen directly. This was the fastest way he could think of.

Puff!

There seems to be a sound.

The bayonet was inserted heavily into the other person's body.

The huge inertia pushed the other party to the ground. At the same time, Hanyang Zao also lost his hand and could no longer grasp it.

Yang Yue's physical fitness is obviously not as good as that of the Japanese.

That is, it was through sneak attacks that I got my first blood. Otherwise, I would be extremely likely to be killed by the other party.

In fact, the Japanese who was stabbed was not dead, and they tried to struggle to get up. They also tried to pull the bayonet out of their lower abdomen and wanted to continue fighting with Yang Yue.

I have to say that these Japanese devils are just tough and will not die like this.

Yang Yue picked up a piece of granite and smashed it heavily at the Japanese head.

"Puff!"

The Japanese finally fell down.

Blood flowed and my head burst.

Snatched the Japanese's Type 38 rifle and plundered bullets at the same time.

Compared with Hanyang, where the rifle has been flattened, the Japanese 38 cover has much better performance. Please change it quickly.

However, the result was a little depressed.

This little Japanese man actually carried only ten bullets. He was so stingy.

Obviously, the cunning Japanese also knew that the Eighth Route Army's weapons and ammunition mainly relied on seizure. Therefore, they would not easily give the Eighth Route Army the chance to seize a large amount of ammunition. The Eighth Route Army was unable to make ends meet, so naturally they became weaker and weaker as they fought.

It would be better to fight the second Japanese (Imperial Army).

Sometimes twenty or thirty bullets can be found from the second Japanese!

However, most of the weapons used by the two Japanese devils were made in Hanyang, which is too far from the 38th Great Gai.

Pull the gun bolt.

Fortunately, all five bullets were there in the gun chamber.

Re-push the bullet and load it.

Find a stone to hide. Prepare to shoot a black gun.

In his previous life, he had never really touched the gun. His current identity and no shooting experience.

The best way he could think of was to find a secret place to hide like playing CS and CF, squat quietly, wait patiently for the enemy to appear in front of him, and then quietly shoot him...

hide.

aim.

"Chirr!"

"Chirp!

Bullets kept passing by around.

Some people kept falling down next to him, including Yang Yue’s own company commander.

The brave old Red Army company commander was hit by at least three Japanese machine gun bullets and fell down without saying a word. However, he was still holding a Type 38 rifle firmly in his hand. Blood flowed from the bayonet.

Yang Yue quickly searched for the Japanese machine gun.

I found it. Unfortunately, the distance is a bit far. It is two hundred meters away.

It’s so far away, you don’t have to think about it. It’s a waste of precious bullets to shoot at such a long distance. I regret to give up.

Change your eyes.

Aim at a Japanese devil fifty meters away.

Feeling a little sure.

"Pu hook!"

Shoot decisively.

As a result... the target did not fall.

Missed!

Missed!

Yang Yue felt his cheeks stiff.

What kind of bad shooting skills is this? Nowhere is a fifty meters away?

Grass!

how so?

I can also be considered a master of gun control in CF...

"Pu hook!"

Suddenly, the Japanese shot.

The comrades around Yang Yue fell down.

Turn your head.

Grit your teeth.

The Japanese's shooting skills were very accurate, just hitting the chest.

The comrade-in-arms fell and died.

Looking back.

Raise a gun.

I don't believe it anymore, I will not hit you!

shot!

"Pu hook!"

The gunshots. The Japanese devils... still haven't fallen.

Moreover, he had already noticed Yang Yue's existence. His gun immediately turned to Yang Yue.

Yang Yue suddenly felt clear at the spiritual platform.

Oops!

Sacrifice heroically!

What Li Yunlong, what Yang Xiuqin, I don’t care...

"Pu hook!"

A very crisp gunshot.

The chaotic battlefield seemed to freeze instantly.

No regrets.

No fear.

Just wait for the bullet to penetrate itself.

With the Japanese's accurate shooting skills, they should hit their heads with one shot...

calm.

Relax.

However……
To be continued...