"Ah" Zhao Liang stumbled, and he jumped forward and fell to the ground. "Damn, it really hurts." Zhao Liang, who was hurt from the fall, imitated the veteran ruffians and uttered a curse word, using both hands.
His palms were all stinging, and he didn't know if they were scratched when he fell down. Now was not the time to take care of his hands. Zhao Liang, who endured the sting, groped desperately on the ground, and the rifle was thrown away without knowing it.
Where, if you don’t have weapons for self-defense, what if the Japanese army appears at this time?
Zhao Liang is an absolutely lucky man. In the dark night, he actually found his rifle, and his hand was only slightly scratched, which did not affect the shooting. After finding the rifle, he was originally panicked.
Zhao Liang immediately became convinced. When he was looking for the gun, he had touched the bushes several times, which meant that he had reached the bushes at the edge of the forest. The fall just now was also because he was caught by the roots of the bushes growing out of the ground.
For tripping.
Woods, I want to go into the woods. Holding the rifle, Zhao Liang stood up unsteadily. The 50-meter run and the wrestling just now completely exhausted his energy, so Zhao Liang could only hold the rifle and touch the bushes towards the woods.
Although it was raining, the dead branches and thorns in the bushes were still sharp. Zhao Liang's hands had been scratched in several places, and the military uniform on his body was also torn in several places, but he still endured it.
Keep walking forward despite the pain.
The sudden softness under his feet made Zhao Liang, who was cold and hungry, almost cry. Following the veterans of the New 22nd Division, he fled all the way. He knew that what he was stepping on were thick rotten leaves in the woods, and he had already entered the woods.
After resting for a while while holding on to a big tree, Zhao Liang continued walking deeper into the woods. Only by walking deeper could he have a chance to escape the Japanese pursuit. Zhao Liang still remembered the veterans of the new 22nd Division.
What I said before being dispersed by the Japanese army.
Zhao Liang, who had just bypassed several big trees and a large tract of vines and wanted to stop and rest, suddenly heard a Japanese voice. He followed the direction of the Japanese and sneaked for only ten meters. Zhao Liang saw under a huge banyan tree.
There was a bonfire. Two Japanese soldiers were drinking and laughing around the bonfire. Not far from them, a Japanese soldier squatted with a bayonet to clean two pheasants. It looked like they were going to roast them on the bonfire.
Pheasant meat.
At this time, Zhao Liang's mind was filled with the pheasants that the Japanese soldiers were cleaning. Zhao Liang, who was hungry and cold, longed to sit around the campfire and eat pheasants like those Japanese soldiers, but he knew that was not possible. Zhao Liang did not know
Are there any others among them? What if he fires a gun rashly, or what if the others come back when he is exchanging fire with these three Japanese soldiers? Zhao Liang's heart is full of contradictions.
There are many poisonous insects such as dry locusts, poisonous spiders, and flower-footed mosquitoes in the jungles of Myanmar. If you are not careful, soldiers marching in the jungle will be attacked by them, but Zhao Liang has a way. He learned it from his grandfather since he was a child.
With several years of knowledge of herbal medicine, he knew which herbs could be used to prepare powder for repelling poisonous insects, and it was also colorless and odorless powder. During this runaway journey, Zhao Liang had not yet prepared the anti-worm medicine he had prepared in Mandalay.
Throw it away, and it will come in handy right now. He took out the medicine powder in the flat iron box from his arms and sprinkled it on himself and the ground around him. Zhao Liang found a suitable place and lay down, quietly waiting for the opportunity.
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The butt of the gun should be held tightly, the target and front sight should be in a straight line, and the eyes should be in a straight line. When shooting, you should adjust your breathing to avoid affecting the accuracy of shooting. Zhao Liang silently recited the words of the shooting instructor and put his Zhongzheng rifle on his shoulder. Bonfire
The two Japanese soldiers drinking nearby were not Zhao Liang's first target. Zhao Liang set his first target on the Japanese soldiers cleaning up the pheasants. The veterans who had taught him said that when encountering more than one enemy, they should be destroyed first.
The guy who posed the greatest threat to him, the two Japanese soldiers by the campfire had almost drunk half a bottle of wine, so Zhao Liang set his first target as the Japanese soldier who stayed awake.
As Zhao Liang muttered to himself, the two Japanese soldiers sitting around the campfire quickly drank up the bottle of wine. They looked like they were a little drunk. The pheasant that Zhao Liang was looking forward to was also placed on the shelf.
On the bonfire, most of the bonfires at this time are burning red charcoal segments. It is best to roast pheasants on such a fire. Large drops of fat drip into the charcoal, making a sizzling sound, and the sound is accompanied by
There was also the aroma of barbecue coming over. Zhao Liang, who was already hungry at the downwind position, couldn't help but swallow his saliva and held the rifle in his hand tighter.
As time passed, the other Japanese soldiers that Zhao Liang imagined did not appear. Moreover, he vaguely listened to the chatter of the three Japanese soldiers and discovered that these three guys were Japanese soldiers who had fallen behind during the search. They had lost contact with the search team.
He also wanted to wait until dawn before looking for their search team. At this time, Zhao Liang was so hungry that he could eat a cow. Seeing that the pheasant on the bonfire was about to be cooked, he suddenly felt that Zhao Liang had already eaten.
He hit the chest of the Japanese soldier who had not been drinking with the crosshair.
"Pa" Zhao Liang's shoulders shook back, and the bullet in the barrel of the gun was shot out. A stream of blood arrows spattered from the chest of the Japanese soldier who was caught in the sight holster, and he lay down on his back.
"Crack!" Zhao Liang just saw the Japanese soldier falling on his back with the corner of his eye. He quickly pulled the bolt of the gun and pushed another bullet into the gun chamber. "Pop!" The man who was just about to reach for the roast chicken said,
A flower of blood bloomed on the Japanese soldier's neck, and the whole person was pushed to his right side by the force of the bullet.
The Japanese soldier at the end of "Baga" was already a little confused after drinking, but his two companions died one after another in front of him. The drunkenness in his mind had long been frightened out, and he immediately rolled to the side like a lazy donkey.
Zhao Liang's rifle pounced. "Pop!" Zhao Liang's third shot was fired. The whistling bullet hit the Japanese soldier's thigh. Unfortunately, Zhao Liang was still a step too slow in pulling the bolt. The Japanese soldier had already fired his rifle.
He grabbed it in his hand, loaded the bullet and aimed it in the direction of Zhao Liang.
"Pa" the clear gunshot of the 38-meter rifle rang out. Zhao Liang, who was concentrating on taking aim, felt a wisp of hot wind rushing past his left ear. The bullet fired by the Japanese army had already flown past his left ear.
It was a little biased, and he had confessed it here. Zhao Liang, who shouted that he was lucky, firmly pulled the trigger. His shoulder was shaken, and the bullet with hot murderous intent rushed out of the way and hit the half-kneeling Japanese soldier.
Knocked to the ground.
Zhao Liang, who was loading bullets into the barrel of the gun, looked at the three Japanese soldiers lying beside the campfire without blinking an eye. The muzzle of the gun was also moving between the three of them, constantly changing the target.
After taking a breather, the three Japanese soldiers beside the bonfire still did not move. The roast chicken sitting on the bonfire already smelled of burnt. Zhao Liang, who couldn't wait any longer, ran over to it, regardless of how hot the roast chicken was.
With his hands full of stains, he picked up a Japanese military helmet on the ground and put the two pheasants that had been burned by the fire into the helmet.
Fortunately, not all of the pheasant was burnt. The hungry Zhao Liang didn't care about it. He sat cross-legged on the ground holding his helmet and wolfed down the roasted chicken. If Zhao Liang had eaten as much as he used to,
, he couldn't eat two chickens, but now both roast chickens went into his stomach in less than 5 minutes. Zhao Liang, who choked on the chicken and rolled his eyes, actually felt like he wasn't full yet.
"Not good." Zhao Liang, who was hiccupping to himself, suddenly felt the needle-pricking feeling on his back that he had been hiding in the grass before. Before he could react, a heavy object came from behind and pressed Zhao Liang to the ground.
Beside the bonfire. "Uh." Zhao Liang, who suddenly suffered a heavy blow, was almost knocked out of his chest. However, the obsession in his heart to survive made him struggle hard. The sound of breathing coming from the back of his neck made Zhao Liang know that he was going to fight.
The person on his body should be a human being, could it be that Japanese soldiers are coming again? Zhao Liang was frightened and struggled even more fiercely.
After all, Zhao Liang was only a 19-year-old boy. Although he had shot and killed three Japanese soldiers in succession, close combat with people was not his strong point. Therefore, Zhao Liang, who struggled hard, soon exhausted his strength and was dismissed from the army.
The man who threw him down behind him was firmly suppressed on the ground. There was a "pop" sound, and Zhao Liang, who had already given up struggling, felt a heavy object pressing heavily on him, and there was also a hot feeling in his neck.
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Zhao Liang, who no longer felt the man behind him move, reached out and touched his neck. He took a closer look under the light of the bonfire and found that his hands were full of blood. "You kid is not afraid of death. Tsk tsk, just for the sake of stuttering.
Push yourself to this point." A pair of big feet covered in mud like Zhao Liang appeared in front of Zhao Liang. Zhao Liang, who was still pressed by a heavy object, couldn't raise his head to look, but he knew the person who appeared in front of him.
It shouldn't be Japanese soldiers, because this man speaks Chinese.
"Next time when you kill a little Japs, remember to touch up the corpse before cleaning the battlefield. If we hadn't heard the gunfire and rushed over, you would have been stabbed to death by this Japs soldier with a bayonet." The Japanese on Zhao Liang's body
The soldier's corpse was pushed away with great force, and Zhao Liang, who had been pressed down, was also vigorously pulled up from the ground. He subconsciously turned his head and looked over. Zhao Liang saw that the Japanese soldier's corpse beside him, whose head had been shattered by bullets, was indeed clutched in his hand.
Bayonet with handle.
Zhao Liang, who was very frightened, looked up at the person who reached out to pick him up. After just one glance, Zhao Liang was stunned. The person who rescued him was a young national army officer, right where the two Japanese soldiers were drinking.
There are also several expeditionary soldiers in raincoats who are checking the belongings found on the corpses of Japanese soldiers. "My name is Tang Cheng. These are my brothers. If you want to kill the Japanese, you can follow us. If you want to go home,
, you can also follow us, it is better to have more people than to be alone." The young officer who reached out to pull Zhao Liang up said with a warm smile, his deep eyes made Zhao Liang nod involuntarily.
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