Chapter 84 The enemy not only refused to surrender, but actually dared to resist

Author: Maomao Que Dade

Chapter 84 The enemy not only refused to surrender, but actually dared to resist

Naturally, this sure shot hit the Japs machine gunner in the head. As soon as the bullet penetrated his head, not even the helmet could save the beast's life.

The sound of gunfire and the sound of comrades falling to the ground woke up all the enemies. At this time, the consequences of not investigating in advance were exposed. These Japanese and traitors did not even know where the ambushed people were most likely to be, so they could only wander around like headless flies.

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Their only way now is to use the prisoners of war as human bunkers to hide where the enemy is hiding.

But even so, Zhao Gang still couldn't be troubled. He pulled the big bolt, reloaded, and moved the muzzle of the gun to point at the Japanese at the front of the team.

Although there was a prisoner of war blocking him, the second bullet accurately hit the enemy's exposed calf.

The Japanese man who was hit fell to the ground in pain, blood gushing out from the wound on his leg. The valley echoed with Xiao Tian's screams, and he was still crawling toward the middle of the team, trying to find a safe place to hide.

Since among the three, only Zhao Gang could guarantee a hit rate at this distance, the other two comrades did not fire, but it had a great deterrent effect.

As the saying goes, it is easy to hide from an open gun but hard to defend against a hidden arrow. This is a description that fits the deterrent effect of a sniper on the battlefield.

An excellent sniper can not only destroy the enemy's body, but also break the enemy's mind.

Someone in my family was suddenly shot in the head by a sniper who was hiding somewhere, and there was even a comrade who was dragging his injured leg and crawling all the way screaming. This gave the last Japanese a huge impact and psychological shock.

When he was looking for a human bunker just now, he chose Wei Dayong, who was closest to him and also the burliest.

This little devil was only 1.6 meters tall. He was blocked tightly. He was holding a Southern Type 14 pistol that was so difficult to kill himself and kept shouting to embolden himself.

This actually made Zhao Gang a little worried. Although he was sure of killing this Japs, he had to change his shooting position.

This process takes a certain amount of time. The reason why they choose to take action is to save people. If the little devil feels that there is no hope of living, he may fight back and attack the prisoners of war before his death.

The two shots took less than half a minute.

After discovering that the last Japanese soldier had no intention of saving his comrades, Zhao Gang gave up the idea of ​​surrounding the corpse to rescue his comrades, and decisively ended his criminal life with a single shot.

Just when he moved the gun to the remaining Japanese, something happened suddenly.

Although these prisoners of war belong to the preserved fruit troops, in many cases their defeats are not only due to problems with their own strength, but also due to backward tactics and blind command by their top officers.

"After the transport captain airdropped his instructions, he cursed and flew away."

But their grassroots officers are still very good. What's more, they are elites who have crawled out of the dead. Once they have a chance to survive, they will definitely not give up.

The three gunshots took a total of one minute.

They were a little confused when the first shot was fired, but when they saw the Japanese being shot, they realized that friendly forces were coming to save them.

For the second shot, they took advantage of the fact that the Japanese were still panicking, and began to slowly adjust their positions to prepare for a counterattack with unknown friendly forces.

When the third shot was fired, they surrounded the Japanese and puppet troops in unison, ready to create opportunities for friendly snipers.

Although these people's hands were tied behind their backs and there were ropes on their feet to restrict their movements, this did not mean that Wei Dayong had nothing to do.

He almost squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body, raised his foot and stepped heavily on the little devil's shoe. The toe-stomping trick used by children in fighting played a great role at this time.

Xiao Zhi never expected that the prisoners of war would still have the strength to resist, but before he could curse, he was bumped into by a soldier behind him.

The preserved fruit soldiers cooperated tacitly with Zhao Gang, and the Japanese were intercepted by Zhao Gang's bullets while they were still in mid-air.

At the same time, Zhao Gang shouted to the comrades around him:

"Rush! Just rush forward! Don't stop! I will deal with the traitors who threaten you!"

In fact, he was overly worried. When the two soldiers rushed out from the ambush site, the traitors already had the idea of ​​​​escape.

It only costs a few dollars a month, so what's the point of doing a puzzle like this? After all the Japanese are dead, they will naturally collapse and sell out. At this time, they have to compete with their teammates for speed.

But Zhao Gang did not give these people a chance to escape, and the last bullet hit the traitor who was the fastest running.

Faced with a sharpshooter who had perfect shots, two Eighth Route Army soldiers descending from the mountain like tigers, and a group of candied soldiers eyeing them with eagerness, these traitors who betrayed their ancestors and sought glory immediately put down their weapons and knelt down to surrender.

If they use their pig brains to think about how many bullets are in the magazine of a mainstream rifle, they might be able to escape by selling a few teammates.

Seeing that the battle was no longer suspense, Zhao Gang ran from the hidden shooting point to the valley below. In the process, he also pulled out his TT33 and carried the Mosin Nagant on his back.

This pistol and watch were both gifts given to each other by him and his classmates when they graduated in the rear area, in order to commemorate their friendship.

After arriving at the destination, Zhao Gang could not help but frown as he looked at the fruity soldiers who were speaking harshly to the traitors.

Although the Eighth Route Army has regulations to treat prisoners kindly, no normal person will have a good impression of traitors.

With the help of the guards and correspondents, the ropes on the hands and feet of all the preserved soldiers were untied. After the death of the company commander, the highest-ranking person in the group turned out to be Wei Dayong.

Seeing Zhao Gang, who was obviously the leader, Wei Dayong, although exhausted, still managed to take a breath and saluted his savior and said:

"Hello, sir! I am Wei Dayong, squad leader of the 27th Division of the Central Army. Thank you for saving us."

Zhao Gang admired this soldier who cooperated with him very much. He immediately returned the military salute. Seeing the other man's staggering appearance, Zhao Gang quickly stepped forward to give him a hand.

Then he took off his backpack from behind, and there were a few cooking cakes in it. This was originally the dry food he brought with him when he came to Shanxi Province. Since he hadn't finished eating it and didn't want to waste the food, he kept it. It was really saved at this time.

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After giving these cooking cakes and water to the weak soldiers and telling them to rest where they were, Zhao Gang walked towards the puppet army.

The two comrades from the brigade had already finished disarming themselves. Those losers who were afraid of the common people were kneeling on the ground and trembling. Zhao Gang looked at these people with disgust.

Seeing a man with a pistol walking towards them, the traitors recognized him as a high-ranking official of the Eighth Route Army. So these scumbags who sold their ancestors for glory kowtowed desperately to save their own lives.

"Mr. Ba, we people from the Republic of China don't kill people from the Republic of China! We haven't done anything bad. We even pay for our meals."

At this time, Zhao Gang's murderous aura has subsided and he has returned to his gentle manner. He looked at the group of traitors and said:

"What are you doing? We are the Eighth Route Army! We don't kill those who surrender! Look what you look like! Are you afraid now?"

"Follow me and go back to the public trial! Whether you have done bad things or not is up to you!"

The traitors visibly breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that those who surrendered would not be killed, but the word "public trial" that followed made them tremble with fear.

There is something obviously wrong with these people who do not do bad things and are not afraid of ghosts calling the door. One scumbag who was blinded by fear actually rushed towards Zhao Gang and wanted to fight him.

For such a person who obviously had the blood debt of the common people on his hands, Zhao Gang raised his right hand holding the gun without feeling any pressure and killed him with one bullet.

At a distance of only two meters, this shot caused blood to splash on Zhao Gang's clothes and face. He looked at the remaining people expressionlessly and said:

"I emphasize one last time, come back with me and accept a public trial. The rest of your life will be decided by the people."

"If you persist in resisting, I will consider you a threat to my personal safety, and I will not be considered a prisoner by then!"

Slowly portraying a God of War political commissar, I also tried to write about political work.
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