Sword life

Chapter 15 The Night Is My World

Bah, what is it that I take advantage of the disadvantages? That's what I have to consider. Killing one more little devil is all for my descendants.

Without the threat of the little devil's artillery, Zhang Gang was even more at ease in shooting. It usually took five or six rounds of shooting before he moved his position.

Anyway, the little devil's 1000-style is not very powerful. From [-] meters away, basically he can't shoot through stones, and at most it can be crushed by small stones, and he can't lose a piece of flesh.

After another round of bombardment, the little devil's gunshots suddenly stopped, and some ghosts and wolves could be heard vaguely. Under the firelight, the little devil fled in all directions, as if he had collapsed.

Nani?The little devil is just so pessimistic, this is only a few shots. In Xinkou, I have suffered dozens of times more bullets than you.

Perhaps it was the little devil's trick. Zhang Gang opened the tactical map and found that some red dots were fleeing in all directions, but more than half of the red dots remained unmoved.

At the edge of the map, several huge red dots faintly formed an encircling circle, trying to catch themselves all in one go.

Hehe, the little devil is really cunning, but it's a pity that he is the man they are destined not to have.

Zhang Gang started to transfer, and after running 500 meters, he continued to fire.

In the dark, Zhang Gang could only rely on his senses. Usually, a few shots would kill one or two little devils, which could not be compared with the previous efficiency.

However, for the little devil, the taste is even more uncomfortable.

The enemy's artillery fire is like the sickle of death, hanging high above the head, and it is unknown when it will fall, and every time the shell explodes, it is equivalent to walking on the bridge of Naihe.

In the darkness, the little devils collapsed one by one. Regardless of the shouts of the sergeant, they were not afraid of the roaring gunshots. They dropped their rifles and fled.

"Damn, I don't have any fighting spirit at all. I'm at a big loss!" Zhang Gang shot a few rounds, but didn't get any money. He could only end the hunt cursingly, and rode a [-]-wheeler towards the next red dot.

Not long after Zhang Gang left, a group of people walked over quietly.

"Battalion Commander, Daheitian, isn't it appropriate for us to move up?" Zhang Dabiao, commander of the 1st company, suggested cautiously.

There is no way, my battalion commander is like a cow, he wants to fight everything he encounters, and now he hears the sound of guns and guns, he ran for thirty miles overnight, and he wanted to come over to watch the excitement.

Did you bring more than 300 elite soldiers to watch the fun?
"What do you know, Zhang Dabiao, listen, the sound of the guns has been connected, and it has never stopped. How long has it been since the artillery of the little devil has fired, and there are also Type [-], crooked handles, how long have these guns been gone?" voice?"

"Well, Battalion Commander, you mean you can't, the little devil is amazing!"

"What do you mean can't, nonsense, there's no sound now, be careful, maybe some devils will touch it." The third battalion commander kicked, but staggered under his feet, stepping on a hard object.

He squatted down and touched it with his hand, and the corner of his mouth immediately grinned: "Look, the little devil's helmet, the big ones should be spread out, in groups of three, don't miss a bullet."

The full-staffed battalion of more than 300 people suddenly became busy, and screams came from time to time.

"I have three or eight big covers here!"

"I have that too!"

"The grenade, unfortunately, there is a hole!"

"Crooked handle, the barrel of the gun was blown out."

"Commander, what do you think this is?"

"Zhang Dabiao, what are you talking about, you look like you haven't seen the market before, what is it?"

"Battalion Commander, look, the Type [-] gun barrel."

"What!" The third battalion commander was shocked, rubbing his chin and couldn't stop thinking.

'[-] type is the core equipment of little devils, and it is usually issued to the brigade. In this way, there is an army that fights strong against strong at night, and it is impossible to blow up this brigade forcibly! '

After searching for most of the night, the third battalion returned with a full load. When they came, they took something made in Hanyang. When they came back, they had [-] crooked handles and even a [-]-type heavy machine gun.

The entire army is already full of oil, as long as there are people, it can even be directly expanded into a regiment.

Do you want to talk to the brigade commander, or wait, if you can get in touch with the other party, if you don't say anything else, you can greatly strengthen your army's ability to attack tough situations with large-caliber mortar shells.

Li Yunlong stroked his chin and began to meditate.

After ambushing a night raiding force, Zhang Gang drove thirty miles and took aim at another army.

In the tactical map, the number of this army is as high as 1000. A large number means a large stall, and more people will be killed in one shot, and more points will be earned.

After calculating the distance, Zhang Gang aimed at the enemy and started shooting. This time he was lucky, and the shell exploded on the edge of the enemy's troops, causing a commotion.

[You killed 7 puppet soldiers, 700 bonus points]

[You killed 3 puppet soldiers, 300 bonus points]

puppet army?Zhang Gang was a little surprised, why there are puppet troops now, and all of them are puppet troops, not a single devil, what a bad luck!

In anger, Zhang Gang did not move his position, and started bombarding the puppet troops one after another.

A round of shells seemed to have eyes, piercing into the densely packed troops of the puppet army. In the thick smoke and flames, the morale of the puppet army plummeted rapidly as the corpses flew across.

"No, I can't stop it, I'm defeated, I'm defeated!"

"It's too powerful, even the imperial army can't do it, why should we go up to die!"

"Stop fighting, we are Chinese too!"

In the darkness, the sound of the artillery suddenly stopped, and after a while, a voice came: "You helped the Japanese devils beat the Chinese, are you still Chinese? You are animals."

"We also don't want the Japanese devils to come up with bayonets. If we don't listen, we will die!"

"We don't dare any more!"

Zhang Gang watched these people perform without saying anything. When he opened the tactical panel, he was suddenly stunned.

Inside the panel, some small dots of the puppet night attack troops that were originally red turned green.

Facing the real pressure of death, some of the puppet soldiers who had not wiped out their consciences discovered that they had turned their backs anyway.

"It's really beautiful. If you want to fight devils with me, hurry up and crawl over. If you don't want to fight, it depends on your fate!"

After Zhang Gang finished speaking, he hugged the M1 mortar and waited quietly. After a while, 30 to [-] people crawled over one after another.

Zhang Gang felt a little relieved, and continued to shoot the cannon, the flames rose, and took away the lives of the puppet army. The puppet army was far from the resilience of the little devil, and it collapsed directly!
"Sir, what are we going to do now?" A rough voice sounded.

"It's nothing, pack up your weapons, let's go back to the station!" Zhang Gang glanced sharply at these bubble carriers, showing a gratified smile.

(End of this chapter)