Tang Cheng turned his gun and prepared to fire at the two extra Japanese soldiers, but one of them rushed towards him, and the remaining one suddenly fell to the ground. Was he loading bullets? Tang Cheng, who was kneeling on one knee, looked at
It's not very clear, but the Japanese soldier lying on the ground has already reached for the bullet bag on his chest. It's broken. If he puts a bullet into the gun chamber, he will be in trouble. Tang Cheng's head is buzzing.
It was like being hit by a thunderbolt, and there was absolutely no chance for them to reload their bullets. Tang Cheng reacted and stood up and rushed forward.
The Japanese soldier who was charging toward him with long strides was really big. He was holding a bayonet and was probably a good hand in close combat. His lower body looked better. His majestic upper body almost grew into a square shape like a mahjong tile.
The two people were only a few meters apart, and Tang Cheng simply didn't see where his neck was. "Pop" and "Pap". The two bullets fired at close range gave the Japanese soldiers charging from the opposite direction no time or chance to dodge.
"Puff" "Puff" the bullet penetrated the body of the Japanese soldier. After penetrating the skin and muscle tissue of the human body, the warhead seemed to hit the bones, so that Tang Cheng, who passed by him, could clearly hear the bones.
The cracking "crack" sound made Tang Cheng shudder. "Ah" Tang Cheng, who was trying his best to charge forward, suddenly fell forward. The Japanese soldier who was hit by two bullets in the chest and fell to the ground was not killed immediately.
Before his last consciousness left his body, he reached out and grabbed one of Tang Cheng's legs. Tang Cheng fell to the ground because of this.
"Pa" Tang Cheng lay on the ground sideways and shot back. The Japanese soldier whose head was cut off by a bullet then let go. Fortunately, this is a wilderness and the soil is not very hard, otherwise it would have been the same as what he had just fallen.
One hit was enough for Tang Cheng to suffer. But even after falling on the soil, Tang Cheng's unhealed wound burst open again. Blood stains instantly emerged from the cloth wrapped around the wound, and the arm holding M1911 still hurt.
It's almost impossible to lift it up.
He must not die here, absolutely not. Tang Cheng changed his m1911 to his left hand and fired repeatedly at the Japanese soldier who was loading bullets into the gun chamber. However, from a few meters away, the four bullets fired by Tang Cheng were all one
None of them hit. The sound of "click" and "click" representing the empty gun made Tang Cheng stunned. He was so preoccupied with shooting that he completely forgot to count the number of shots, so that he now emptied the magazine.
All 7 bullets were fired. Tang Cheng, whose mind was blank, even heard the sound of the Japanese soldier pulling the bolt of the gun and pushing the bullet. This sound had the smell of death, which made Tang Cheng's hair stand on end.
"Ah!" He didn't have time to think too much. Before the Japanese soldier could pick up his rifle, Tang Cheng, who was holding the m1911 in one hand, hit him. The tearing pain from the wound made Tang Cheng stay awake very well.
, after hitting the Japanese soldier's body, Tang Cheng wrapped his almost unconscious right arm around the Japanese soldier's neck, picked up the m1911 with his left hand and hit him on the head. Tang Cheng was not left-handed, and he was not very good at hitting people with his left hand.
After only two hits, the Japanese soldier underneath him turned over and pushed him away.
The two distanced themselves some distance, but this seemed to be more powerful against Tang Cheng. He rounded his arms and slammed down hard. There was a crisp "crack" sound, and the Japanese soldier's head with the soft military cap immediately collapsed.
"Crack!" Another click. Tang Cheng, who seized the opportunity, smashed it down again. The m1911 was used like a hammer by Tang Cheng. The thick handle of the gun fell hard on the one he had just taken out and collapsed. "Puff"
Thick plasma burst out, and Tang Cheng, whose face was covered in blood, looked like a murderous demon from hell. The hot and fishy plasma made Tang Cheng's throat itchy and he vomited it out.
Enduring the nausea and severe pain of the wound, Tang Cheng knelt on the ground, replaced the magazine of the bloody M1911, then stood up unsteadily and walked towards the pit. Tang Cheng's sudden appearance and what happened next gave him a
It showed the great courage of the two defeated soldiers. From the moment Tangcheng suddenly opened fire to assist in the battle, until now, they used all their strength to hold the Japanese soldiers attacking them and roll on the ground. No matter what, they just couldn't give up to this
It is possible that two Japanese soldiers came over to help in the battle.
"Pah!" The Japanese soldier who was squeezing the opponent's neck fell down with blood on his head. Tang Cheng's shot was basically fired at the Japanese soldier's temple. "Pah!" The other Japanese soldier who was still struggling with himself also
He fell down after being shot. This time, the bullet hit his neck. The neck that was shot through by the bullet was bleeding one after another as his body twitched. "You two go and re-shoot the surviving ones. I'm running out of energy."
Tang Cheng, who was sore all over, sat on the ground wearing a heavy coat, holding the M1911 tightly in his hand.
After being chased by the Japanese soldiers all the way, and then being hit by grenades, they had a hand-to-hand fight with the Japanese. The two defeated soldiers rescued by Tangcheng were actually said to be energy efficient. Apart from some minor injuries, they seemed to be better than
Tangcheng needs to be neat and orderly. "My name is Niu Mancun, and this is our squad leader Xie Sanwa. Little brother, please rest first. Leave the other matters to me, Lao Niu, and I will ensure that everything is done properly."
The defeated soldier carried a bayonet and staggered towards the corpses of Japanese soldiers on the ground, but Xie Sanwa sat down next to Tangcheng.
"Little brother, you are also a gun person, right? The way you hold the gun is exactly the same as our company commander." Xie Sanwa chatted up Tang Cheng familiarly, but the latter seemed a little unwilling to talk to anyone.
, Xie Sanwa was so bored that she had to tear off a strip of cloth from the corpse of the Japanese soldier at her feet, and awkwardly bandaged the wound on her thigh. Xie Sanwa's thigh was grazed by a stray bullet, and she looked at the bloody
The actual injuries were not serious. As for the long calf-like cow Mancun, it seemed that he was not injured at all.
Tang Cheng, who had been sitting on the ground for a while, stood up and looked through the pockets of the Japanese soldiers under Xie Sanwa's puzzled eyes. Cigarettes, matches, and silver coins were all gathered together by Tang Cheng. "I just
Take one, and the rest are yours. Walk less than two miles south to the main road. Maybe you can find a carriage on the main road." Tang Cheng grabbed two packs of cigarettes and a few silver dollars and put them into his pocket, and then
He bent down and picked up the shell gun he had thrown as a dart.
"Where are you going, little brother? Maybe we are on the same journey." Xie Sanwa looked at Tangcheng while randomly putting the remaining cigarettes, matches and silver coins into the dirty bag on her waist.
.The salary of the ** soldiers is not high, and with the frequent deductions from the superiors, there is actually very little left in the hands of the soldiers. ** soldiers with bad temperaments will gather together to extort, buy and sell by force, and those with better temperaments are like this sweeper
Making some extravagant money on the battlefield. Although it sounds bad to make money by killing people, it is still better to go and rob the people's things. When Xie Sanwa saw that Tang Cheng was so skillful in rummaging through things, she had already concluded in her heart that this boy was also a deserter like herself.
But Tang Cheng didn't give him a chance to strike up a conversation. He stood there and replaced the spare magazines for both pistols. He just took off a bag and three grenades from one of the corpses and turned around to leave. It was Tang who took the grenades.
Tang Cheng has done it several times in succession by throwing pistols to save the siege on Cheng Cheng's impromptu initiative. Although he can save the day every time, it does not mean that he will be so lucky next time. Compared with the pistol thrown as a dart, throwing a grenade seems
Safer and more powerful.
"Squad leader, why did that little brother leave? I haven't thanked him properly yet." Niu Mandun, who came back with a bayonet, saw that Tang Cheng had gone far away, and turned to ask Xie Sanwa without knowing what was going on.
Sanwa just shook his head, but didn't say a word. Tang Cheng actually didn't go far. After going around for a while, he returned to the slope where he had just been hiding. The only bullet left in his body was in his pistol.
Two magazines. He had witnessed the arrogance of the defeated soldiers in Qiandeng Town. For the safety of the old man surnamed Wu and his family, he had to watch the two defeated soldiers leave with his own eyes, otherwise he would kill them.
Fortunately, Tang Cheng's worries were unnecessary. Xie Sanwa and Niu Mantun discussed it in low voices, then took two rifles and bulging bags and walked in the direction pointed by Tang Cheng. Xie Sanwa was nowhere to be seen.
With their backs out of sight, Tang Cheng put away his gun and walked towards the grove. The wound that had reopened was getting more and more painful. Tang Cheng could no longer use his entire arm. In desperation, Tang Cheng had to use
He held the shell gun in his left hand, put the m1911 and grenades into the bag and hung it around his neck.
"Why are you still injured?" The old man surnamed Wu and his family hid in the bushes as Tang Cheng told him when he left. Seeing Tang Cheng's bloody left arm dripping with blood, the old man surnamed Wu
He threw down the wooden stick in his hand and rushed forward. The sound of gunshots just now frightened the four people hiding in the woods. The black-faced man with only a dagger simply left his grandparents and grandson beside him and left alone. He was already old.
The old man surnamed Wu discussed with his wife and simply stayed where he was and waited for Tang Cheng to come back. Unexpectedly, Tang Cheng did come back, but he came back injured.
"Uncle, do you feel pain? If I blow on you, it won't hurt anymore. When Xiaohua broke her leg, I would blow on it and it won't hurt anymore." The old man surnamed Wu re-bandaged Tang Cheng's wound and nestled in it.
The little girl in the old woman's arms also came closer. The child's soft voice made Tang Cheng's heart warm, and the pain in her body seemed to have weakened a lot.
"We need to leave here quickly. There is a group of Japanese soldiers disguised as policemen who are chasing down the defeated soldiers. I just killed 12 of them. If there are still such Japanese soldiers in this area, they will definitely start a search.
If you keep it here, you will just wait for them to find it." Tang Cheng took out the few silver coins he had collected from the corpses from his bag and handed them to the old man surnamed Wu. "Old man, you can keep this money. If the Japanese soldiers pursue you,
Come up here and I'll stop them. You and your family can find a village and buy a big car and leave quickly. If the Japanese soldiers don't come, we'll go to Nanjing together."