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Chapter 31 The power of the 31 bullet

Before crossing, Yan Zhi, who was a top killer, understood how terrible the lethality of bullets is to the human body.

When the bullet leaves the barrel, it starts to rotate after encountering the air, which can better avoid and penetrate the wind resistance.

The initial speed of the bullet is comparable to lightning, and its power gradually increases with the conservation of energy. When it collides with an object, the bullet that rotates to the extreme will deflect and roll in the human body, causing huge damage to the human body.

When the bullet penetrates the human body, it will not only leave a bullet hole, but also pull the tissues around the human muscles and bones, causing the muscles and bones to displace in a short time.Seen from the entrance of the bullet, the human body is just a small hole, but the inside of the body already has a bowl-sized wound, and the wound and its surroundings are even more riddled with holes.

But there are exceptions, and that is a powerful rifle. If a bullet passes through the human body at close range, the wounds on the front and rear of the human body are the same. That is because the bullet has left the human body before it explodes.Japan's Sanba Dagai during World War II was one of the best, with powerful power and strong penetrating power.

At the bottom of the valley, several soldiers of the Brotherhood were packing up the guns and ammunition of the devils on the battlefield, and they would blow them up together later, so as not to leave them to the devils.

On the top of the valley, Wu Zhonghua was leading several people to assemble two [-]-type infantry guns together, and put explosives on the bottom of the guns. Several other soldiers, after filling their bodies with two days of dry food for everyone in the Brotherhood, They started pouring gasoline into the warehouse of the Japanese army, waited for Yan Zhi's order to blow up the cannon and burn the warehouse, and then left quickly.

Looking at the two Type [-] infantry cannons, Wu Zhonghua was really reluctant to blow them up, and kept rubbing the muzzles with his palms, with a look of pity.

On a short and sparse thorny tree hung two [-]-style steel helmets, which had been deformed and were covered with small holes caused by shell shrapnel.There was also a severed arm, and the bones looked particularly creepy under the searchlight. A few strands of hair fluttered on the thorns, revealing a large piece of blood-stained scalp.Yan Zhi took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the nausea.Fortunately, it was completely dark at this time, and the soldiers could not see his face clearly.

Yan Zhi and several soldiers stood by the thorn tree. Under the searchlight, a bloody Japanese soldier was lying on the grass beside the tree. At this time, a large amount of plasma gushed out of his wound, and he was temporarily numb, unable to feel the sharp pain. pain.

Sure enough, it was the underage Japanese soldier.He was bleeding from all seven orifices, his eyes filled with fear of death were filled with pleading, his immature face was covered with gunpowder smoke, sweat and mud, one arm had been blown off, and the bone in the wound was shattered like canine teeth. A [-] infantry gun landed not far from him, Yu Wei severed his arm, causing blood to flow from his orifices.

A big [-] Gai flew down a few meters away from the Japanese soldier. He struggled to stretch out his other arm, trying to get the gun.

On the battlefield of World War II, no matter which country's seriously wounded soldiers would have a strange action, that is to take a gun and shoot into the sky.Often, when soldiers from both sides saw the seriously wounded on the other side raising their guns and shooting towards the sky, they would shoot and kill them together to prevent them from suffering further. This has become an effective way to survive on the battlefield for wounded soldiers on both sides who know they are dying. .

No one knows whether it will be me who will hold a gun and shoot into the sky tomorrow.

Facing a dying enemy, most soldiers would choose to let him die quickly.

Before going to the battlefield, the veterans will teach the recruits that when the stomach, chest, and neck are pierced, basically they should not expect to survive. At this time, the best choice is to shoot into the sky for death.

The veterans all came from recruits, and in the end they all became old fritters. After watching too many brothers around them fall one by one, they have long been numb to it.

Veterans know that bullets have no eyes on the battlefield, and they may be the next to fall.

The veterans also saw too many wounded soldiers who could not get timely rescue, suffered in pain and could not survive or die, and finally bled to death alive.This kind of death process is frightening to watch and creepy to mention.Therefore, experienced soldiers cannot predict which direction the bullet will fly from, but they can judge whether they, or their comrades in arms, can be saved after being shot.

The flames of war are ruthless, and life is fragile.No one knows whether they will be able to see the sunrise tomorrow.

You must know that ordinary people cannot bear the pain after being shot.

Yan Zhi squatted down, reached out and took out his ID card from the soldier's arms.It reads: Nishimoto Segaki,.

Yan Zhi knew that during World War II, the Japanese government did not allow minors to join the army, but due to the huge attrition of the war, the Japanese now have a serious shortage of soldiers, so they had to recruit minors from the country, and then falsified their ages.The military can only turn a blind eye to this, and the lack of troops has already made them stretched on the Chinese battlefield.

Nishimoto Segaki struggled in vain, yearning to climb to the Sanba Dagai.He is still young, but he has experienced the baptism of war many times. He has watched many familiar comrades die one by one, many of them are teenagers who have not yet turned 17 like him.

Seeing seven or eight hideous-looking Chinese soldiers around him, Nishimoto Seigaki was not afraid. He knew that he had been severely injured and would undoubtedly die.In the past, every time he went to the battlefield, he was worried that he would be bitten by a bullet one day.Now that he was fine, he was bitten by a shell, and he was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that he would not die quickly.He had seen too many wounded and dead soldiers dying slowly and horribly.

Yan Zhi could tell at a glance that this Japanese soldier named Nishimoto Segaki, who was at most 17 years old, was bound to die.At this time, the huge wound bleeds outwards, temporarily paralyzing the pain of Nishimoto Seigaki, and after a while, the blood flow in the wound decreases, and the unbearable pain of human beings will hit the wound, which will make him feel sick in the wound. Suffered great pain before dying.

Yan Zhi knew that if others could kill this underage Japanese soldier, Xu Zheyou would not go looking for him.He reached out and took out the bastard box, and said in Japanese as gently as possible: "Nishimoto-kun, I will give you a ride later. Do you have any requests, anything to say? If I can, I will try my best to satisfy you. "

Segaki Nishimoto did not expect that the Chinese major could speak Japanese. He was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his immature face: "I miss my mother, my brother, and my family."

"I can't do any of this." Yan Zhi smiled wryly, took out two cigarettes, lit them together on the flame Fan Xiaosi handed over, and stuffed one of them between Nishimoto Segaraki's pale and dry lips, lightly Gently opened the safety box of the bastard, and said in a gentle tone, "Come on, take a breath, I can only help you with this."

Saying that, Yan Zhi put the muzzle of the gun on Nishimoto Segarn's forehead.

(End of this chapter)