This is a young man in his early twenties.
He seemed to be frightened by this sudden and cruel scene.
A trace of pity flashed in Cheng Qianfan's eyes. He didn't know what this person was. The Chinese clerk in the store, a spy traitor, an ordinary Japanese, or a Japanese agent?
I hope I am not an innocent compatriot!
Thinking of this, his movements did not stop at all!
He covered the other person's mouth with his left hand, and stabbed the dagger with his right hand towards his neck.
puff!
puff!
puff!
Hold the person gently backwards.
The young man, who was stabbed in his neck like a blood gourd, lowered down the wall.
When Cheng Qianfan finished all this, Haozai had quickly closed the store door and latched it. He changed the rifle belt to an oblique strap, and rushed to the second floor with a Mauser pistol in his hand.
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Cheng Qianfan pulled the dagger out of the corpse and wiped the blood on the corpse's clothes.
He inserted the dagger around his waist, and also had a formal rifle cross-body. Cheng Qianfan pulled out the Mauser pistol from his waist, turned off the insurance, first checked the first floor, and confirmed that there was no one else on the first floor, so he went to the second floor with vigilance.
Bang!
A gunshot.
Then there were three more gunshots and screams that came to an abrupt end.
"Week cake." Cheng Qianfan whispered.
"Eighty thousand." It was Haozi's voice.
This is the secret code that the two had agreed on a long time ago. This shows that Haozi has nothing to do and has controlled the situation.
This simple and straightforward code can often play a key role in this kind of encounter.
Cheng Qianfan rushed to the second floor and saw a middle-aged man in a suit leaning against the wall. His abdomen was covered in blood and there was a revolver on the ground on his right hand.
Cheng Qianfan bent down and picked up the revolver and looked at it carefully. Suddenly, his expression was gloomy and he looked at the corpse on the ground.
This is a Type 26 revolver.
This short gun is the first domestic standard pistol equipped by the Japanese Army in 1893. Because it was developed and manufactured in Meiji in the 26th year, it is called the Type 26 revolver.
The original design of the Type 26 revolver was developed as a special pistol for cavalry. There are rings that can be tied to a tether at the grip to grab the radius, which can prevent the pistol from falling.
However, because the pistol is relatively strong, durable and low in faults, the later use range is not limited to cavalry-specific ones.
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"How is this gun?" Haozai asked the team leader. He had just rushed to the second floor, and the middle-aged man shot him. Fortunately, Haozai was prepared and bent down and rolled in when entering the door. This advance prediction saved his life. Then Haozai shot three shots without hesitation.
"The Japanese Army's standard weapon is not good at lethality." Cheng Qianfan sneered.
The bullets of this gun are less powerful.
In the Japanese "226" mutiny that shocked China and the world, the weapon that attacked Emperor Tian's attendant, Kantaro Suzuki was such a 26-year-old revolver.
Suzuki Kantaro was shot three times in a row by the rebels, one shot was shot empty, one shot hit the lower abdomen, and one shot hit the heart. Although the injuries were serious, they were rescued later.
"Is this person Japanese?" Haozai was surprised, and at the same time felt a lot more comfortable. He could shoot and kill the other party without hesitation. Although the other party's gun means that he is not an ordinary person and he does not have too much psychological burden, it would be better if the Japanese died.
"I'm sure I'm not separated from you." Cheng Qianfan nodded.
Traitors rarely equip Type 26 revolvers, only Japanese use this thing, and even among Japanese, there are actually not many people using Type 26 revolvers. Even among Japanese, people like this gun very much, and many people don’t like it.
"The gunshots are sparse." Haozai said after hearing the movement outside.
"It's time to work." Cheng Qianfan took off the mid-stage rifle with his slanted stride and placed it on the ground, saying to Haozai.
As he said that, he suddenly glanced at the cabinet beside the wall and acted to insert Mauser's short gun around his waist.
At this moment, Cheng Qianfan rolled on the left side of the ground.
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brush!
A cold light flashed by, and Cheng Qianfan's back was swept by a blade, and he was immediately bleeding.
"Team leader!" Haozai exclaimed.
When Haozai touched her waist and was about to pull out her gun to shoot, he saw that the team leader did not seem to be affected by back injuries at all:
Push forward with your right foot!
The whole person's body rushes up like a spring!
The team leader rushed towards the sneak attacker who had just waved the samurai sword and had not yet released his strength and successfully retracted the long sword.
I don't know when the dagger was already tightly held in my hand.
The dagger reflected a cold light, and when the light penetrated into a person's abdomen, it turned blood red.
Cheng Qianfan directly crashed into the arms of the sneak attacker and stabbed him three times in a row and quickly.
When his right shoulder hit, Cheng Qianfan took a step back and then grabbed the attacker's hair. Then he pulled out a dagger from the attacker's abdomen and cut the other party's throat.
It was like a disassembled faucet, blood spurted out.
Cheng Qianfan pushed the body, took a piece of clothing in the cabinet and wiped his face covered with blood, then found a white shirt to tear it open, "Help me bandage it."
"It's because my subordinates didn't clean it..." Haozai said with shame. He was careless and did not check the wardrobe, which caused Brother Fan to be injured.
"What's the point?" Cheng Qianfan cursed, "There's no time."
After taking the strip of white cloth, Haozai looked at Brother Fan's back. A piece of meat was cut by a sharp samurai sword. The blood-red meat turned on. He did not hesitate at all and directly helped Brother Fan bandage it.
Cheng Qianfan groaned, moved his shoulders and his wounds, and he grinned. It was okay, as long as he endured the pain, it would not affect the battle.
"Work!"
The two brought furniture such as cabinets, chairs and other furniture to the door to ensure that even if an enemy attacked, they could not quickly break into the door.
Then, the two of them lay on the edge of the two windows, and two long muzzles poked out along the open window.
The reason I chose this room is because the shooting angle here is the best.
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KAKA.
"Team leader, I have no bullets." Pingluchang glanced at the Mauser's short spear in his hand, turned his head and said to Lu Xingge.
"A few beasts have been killed?" Lu Xingge asked.
"Injure two..." Pingluchang's expression was ugly, his tone was low, and none of them was beaten to death. He felt that he was not capable enough.
"Hahaha." Lu Xingge smiled heartily, "I've killed three and I'll give you one."
After killing three, he was able to make enough money, and the team leader also pulled one more cull.
There is no loss in this transaction.
Pingluchang had a smile on his face, his happiness was that simple.
Lu Xingge raised his pistol and shot it with a bang.
An agent who was about to sneak in from the right porch fell to the ground.
"Achang, we both have a backer now." Lu Xingge laughed heartily.
"Team leader, I'll do it." Pingluchang shouted loudly.
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KAKA.
Lu Xingge's Mauser pistol has no bullets.
"They have no bullets." An excited ghost howl came outside.
To be continued...