Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 1000 A Difficult Day ()

"What the hell! Shoot, you should shoot. If you don't shoot, it will be too late."

Lao Ma was screaming crazily in his heart.

A more detailed background is that this guy is currently lying behind a pile of sandbags, holding a medium-sized rifle in his hand, and looking at the large group of natives who are approaching quickly in front of him.

Watching these shirtless thugs, holding sharp parang knives, or forks and sticks, getting closer and closer to their barricades.

The screams in my heart were so panicked that I almost bit my lips in nervousness, but I didn't notice it.

Say it! At around ten o'clock in the morning, the indigenous people who gathered outside the first safety zone finally couldn't help but launch an attack.

Just at the end of the street where he was, there was a large area of ​​darkness, and it looked like there might be tens of thousands of people.

In the rear position, some people should be able to grab a lot of money and food just by rushing in.

These natives had red eyes, made crazy noises like wild beasts, and rushed towards them waving sharp parang knives or sticks in their hands.

That scene was more frightening than all the blockbuster scenes that Mr. Shoji in this modern dimension had ever seen.

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

But he remembered that the two fat men and the pretty boy who led him to defend the barricade had repeatedly told him:

No shots must be fired until they fire.

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

Facing the approaching opponent, Lao Ma had such a reaction.

Finally, when some of the natives at the front rushed to a distance of fifty meters, Erpang's angelic roar finally sounded in his ears: "Fire~"

Without much thought, Lao Ma pulled the trigger on his fingertips.

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

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

But at this moment, the newbie couldn't care less about this, and stared straight ahead, trying to confirm the result of his first shot.

The result of this shot can only be said to be quite perfect.

Because at such a short distance, there were densely packed natives everywhere in front of them. As long as they didn't fire towards the sky, it would be difficult to miss.

In addition, the official rifle uses 7.92mm caliber full-power bullets, which is powerful enough.

(As mentioned earlier, the official rifle is an imitation of the 98K.

Actually no, the correct term should be that it is an imitation of the German Type 1924 rifle. Although it belongs to the Mauser family, I will correct it here. )

Lao Ma could clearly see a ball of blood exploding from the neck of a native in front of him.

This guy, who was so fierce one second, was covering his neck and slumped to the ground with a look of horror in the next second.

The bullet that penetrated his neck continued to move forward.

Then he hit the face of a native behind him, causing him to be knocked to the ground in an instant; it was like a single shot, which actually resulted in a one-two punch.

Perhaps this kind of shooting to kill the target has far less impact than when fighting the opponent at close range.

Or maybe it was the rush of adrenaline that made this newbie feel extremely excited.

In short, after the first murder, Lao Ma didn't feel any nausea, nausea, or vomiting, only indescribable excitement remained.

While quickly lying back on the sandbag, he pulled the bolt of the gun with his right hand, letting a hot bullet casing fly out, and pushed another bullet up.

When Lao Ma opened fire, the two fat men in this direction and the young boy in this direction had Thompson submachine guns in their hands.

As well as two other Chinese men who were said to be good at shooting, the Hanyang-made rifles in their hands were fired.

Forget about the firepower of rifles, but the firepower of submachine guns, especially the firepower of strafing, is insane at the current distance.

Under the intensive bullets, a large number of the natives who had originally rushed over like a tide were knocked down immediately.

Seeing such a scene, Lao Ma still felt indescribably happy; he just used the fastest hand speed to shoot all the four remaining bullets in the gun chamber cleanly.

At this point, only a dozen seconds had passed since the first shot was fired.

It was just enough for the stunned natives, who were killed and wounded dozens of people under strong firepower in a blink of an eye, to react.

The natives in front turned around and fled with fear on their faces, but the natives behind couldn't stop rushing over. After colliding into a ball, it immediately became chaotic.

Originally, Lao Ma reached for a bullet box on his waist, intending to reload the rifle and continue firing to kill the enemy.

But I heard another sentence coming from my ears:

"Save your bullets, mount your bayonet, follow me, and kill all these Javanese monkeys~"

Before the sound could even be heard, two figures flew past his head to the left and right. The extremely fast figures were none other than the fat man and the pretty boy.

It was definitely because of the phrase 'Kill all these Javanese monkeys' that the rookie Lao Ma got the upper hand.

Instinctively, he followed the two figures out of the barricade where they were living, and fought towards the front.

Behind him, there were many Chinese men with sticks, shouting, 'Kill all these Javanese monkeys', and rushed out together.

After rushing out for seven or eight steps, Lao Ma took out the bayonet from the scabbard on his waist and successfully stuck it on the rifle with a 'click~' sound.

But at this moment, the veterans of the two teams, including Er Pang and Xiao Bai Lian, had already rushed forty or fifty steps away and rushed to the side of the natives.

Even before rushing in, one person threw a small melon grenade over.

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

So the two of them rushed forward and beat a native with a punch or a palm. After beating his muscles and bones to pieces, they grabbed a pareng knife and started to kill him.

One sword at a time, there is no enemy at all.

It can be said that the veterans of the Xuange Camp team have undoubtedly revealed their strong combat effectiveness in cold weapons.

Seeing such a scene, Lao Ma felt a surge of pride that shot straight from the soles of his feet to the sky. With fast steps, he stepped on the corpses on the ground and continued to move forward. Not long after, he rushed in front of a native.

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

At this moment, his face seemed to be scared to tears; when he looked at Lao Ma, his eyes were filled with prayers.

It's just that this half-sized boy has a silk skirt around his waist, a small baggage on his back, and the parang knife in his hand is stained with blood.

It occurred to me that not long ago, this little kid already owed a blood debt.

Damn it! Now I want to spare you, but have you ever thought about sparing those poor innocent Chinese Americans before?

Thinking of this, Lao Ma imitated the assassination movement in his memory, took a lunge, and shouted the word "kill~" in his mouth.

The bayonet in his hand, which he had polished to a crisp last night, was stabbed hard into the skinny chest of the little brat.

In the blink of an eye, the bayonet stabbed into the target's chest, piercing deeply.

Warm blood splashed, and some even flew into Lao Ma's face, making this guy full of cruelty and tending to develop into a beast.

Unexpectedly, this half-sized cub, while letting out a piercing scream, actually held the bayonet tightly with his free left hand and refused to fall down.

Seeing this, Lao Ma turned the rifle in his hand with a ferocious smile, causing the guy to finally collapse towards the ground.

At this moment, a young native five or six meters to the left, who saw no way to escape, rushed towards him with a knife.

Having just killed a man, Lao Ma was full of confidence and was about to draw out his bayonet and stab the opponent to the ground.

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

After pulling hard twice, the bayonet could not be drawn out at all.

On the contrary, the native who rushed up had already slashed with the parang knife in his hand. He tried to throw away the rifle in his hand and retreated a little late.

Fortunately, this teacher Shoji from the modern plane thought that he was about to receive a lunch box just a few days after his mission started.

A big foot next to him kicked him over and kicked him far away. Although the kick made his waist hurt, it still saved his life.

By the time Lao Ma looked over, the young native had already been slashed by Er Pang. His neck was cut at least halfway in, and he was hacked to death on the spot.

Then, the second fat man cursed:

"You idiot, please remember not to sharpen your bayonet so quickly next time, otherwise you will be courting death."

If it weren't for the pain in his waist, he wouldn't be able to defeat the opponent with all his heart. Lao Ma might have to have a good fight with Er Pang in the future.

Because at this time, all the natives in this direction fled towards the rear, and they were now temporarily safe.

I also have enough thought to worry about some other issues...

(End of this chapter)