Chapter 484 Heroes and Martyrs! (Please vote for me)
This is a young man in his early twenties.
He seemed frightened by this sudden and brutal scene.
A trace of pity flashed in Cheng Qianfan's eyes. He didn't know who this person was. A Chinese clerk in the store? A secret agent? Ordinary Japanese? Or a Japanese agent? I hope he's not an innocent compatriot!
Thinking like this, the movements in his hands never stopped!
He covered the opponent's mouth with his left hand, and stabbed the neck with the dagger clenched in his right hand.
puff!
puff!
puff!
Hold the person back gently.
The young man whose neck was stabbed like a bloody gourd lowered himself along the wall.
When Cheng Qianfan finished all this, Haozi had quickly closed the store door and bolted it. He changed his rifle belt into a crossbody, and rushed to the second floor with a Mauser pistol in hand.
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Cheng Qianfan pulled the dagger out of the corpse and wiped the blood on the corpse's clothes.
With the dagger stuck in his waist and a medium-sized rifle slung across his body, Cheng Qianfan pulled out the Mauser pistol from his waist, turned off the safety, and first checked the first floor to make sure there was no one else on the first floor. Then he cautiously went to the second floor.
And go.
boom!
There was a gunshot.
Then there were three more gunshots and Xia Ran's screams.
"Wedding cake." Cheng Qianfan shouted in a low voice.
"Eighty thousand." It was Hao Zai's voice.
This was the secret code the two of them had agreed on long ago, which meant that Hao Zai was fine and had the situation under control.
This simple and straightforward code can often play a key role in such encounters.
Cheng Qianfan rushed to the second floor and saw a middle-aged man in a suit leaning against the wall. The man's abdomen was full of blood. There was a revolver on the ground to his right. Cheng Qianfan bent down and picked up this
He held the revolver and looked at it carefully. Suddenly, his expression turned gloomy and he took a deep look 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 the 26th year of Meiji, it is called the Type 26 revolver. The Type 26 revolver was originally designed as a special pistol for cavalry.
This pistol was developed in 1998 and has a loop on the grip that can be tied with a lanyard, which is used to catch the pistol and prevent the pistol from falling. However, because the pistol is relatively strong and durable and has low failure rate, its later use is not limited to cavalry.
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"How's this gun?" Hao Zai asked the team leader. He just rushed to the second floor, and the middle-aged man shot at him. Fortunately, Hao Zai was already prepared. He bent down and rolled when he entered the door. This was ahead of schedule.
His prediction saved his life, and Hao Zai shot the opponent three times without hesitation.
"Japanese army standard weapons are not very lethal." Cheng Qianfan sneered.
The bullets of this gun are less powerful.
In the "February 26" mutiny incident in Japan that shocked China and the world, the weapon used to attack Kantaro Suzuki, the military attache to the Emperor's aide, was such a 26-year-old revolver.
Suzuki Kantaro was shot three times by the rebels, one shot missed, one hit the lower abdomen, and one missed the heart. Although he was seriously injured, he was rescued later.
"Is this person Japanese?" Hao Zai was surprised, and at the same time he felt a lot more comfortable. He could shoot the other person without hesitation, although the fact that the other person held a gun showed that he was not an ordinary person, and he no longer had too much psychological burden.
, However, it would be better if the person who died was a Japanese. "It's almost the same." Cheng Qianfan nodded.
Han women who work as spies are rarely equipped with Type 26 revolvers. Only the Japanese use this thing, and even among Japanese, there are actually not many who use Type 26 revolvers. Even the Japanese use this type of revolver.
, people who like it like it very much, and there are many people who don't like it. "The sound of gunfire has become sparse." Hao Zai said after listening to the movement outside.
"It's time to get to work." Cheng Qianfan took off the medium-sized formal rifle that was carried diagonally across the body, placed it on the ground, and said to Hao Tsai.
As he spoke, he suddenly glanced at the cabinet by the wall, and made a gesture to insert the Mauser gun into his waist.
At this time, Cheng
Qianfan rolled on the ground to the left.
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brush!
A cold light flashed, and Cheng Qianfan's back was swept by the blade, and he was immediately covered in blood. "Team leader!" Hao Zai exclaimed.
When Hao Zai reached for his waist and prepared to draw his gun and shoot, he saw that the team leader did not seem to be affected by the injury to his back at all:
Push your right foot forward hard!
The whole body is like a spring!
The team leader just pounced on the sneak attack who had just brandished his samurai sword and completed a sneak attack. At this time, he had not yet released his strength and successfully retracted the sword.
I don't know when, the dagger was already in my hand.
The dagger reflected a cold light, and when it was stabbed hard into the person's abdomen, the light turned blood red.
Cheng Qianfan ran directly into the arms of the attacker, and stabbed him three times quickly. His right shoulder hit him, and when the katana fell to the ground, Cheng Qianfan took half a step back, and then grabbed the attacker's arm.
Hair, then he pulled out the dagger from the attacker's abdomen and slit the opponent's throat.
Like a faucet being turned on, blood spurted out.
Cheng Qianfan pushed the body, took a piece of clothing from the cabinet and wiped the blood-covered face, then found a piece of white shirt and tore it open, "Help me bandage it."
"My subordinates didn't clean it properly," Hao Zai said with a look of shame on his face. He was careless and didn't check the closet, which resulted in Brother Fan being injured.
"What are you talking about?" Cheng Qianfan cursed, "There is no time."
Taking the white cloth strip, Hao Zai glanced at Brother Fan's back. A piece of flesh had been cut with a sharp samurai sword, and the blood-red flesh was opened. Without any hesitation, he directly helped Brother Fan to bandage it.
Cheng Qianfan groaned and moved his shoulders and back. The wound was stretched, and he grinned. It was okay. As long as he endured the pain, it would not affect the battle.
"Work!"
The two moved cabinets, chairs and other furniture against the door to ensure that even if an enemy attacked by surprise, they would not be able to break in quickly.
Then, the two men lay down on the edge of the two windows respectively, and two long gun muzzles poked out along the open window.
The reason why I chose this room is because it has the best shooting angle.
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Kaka.
"Team leader, I'm out of bullets." Ping Luchang glanced at the Mauser gun in his hand, turned to Lu Xinge and said.
"How many animals have been killed?" Lu Xinge asked.
"Injured two..." Ping Luchang had an ugly expression and a low tone. He didn't kill any of them. He felt that he was not honest enough.
"Hahaha." Lu Xingge smiled heartily, "I killed three and gave you one." After killing three, I was good enough, and the team leader even asked for an extra person to support him.
There is no loss in this transaction.
There was a smile on Ping Luchang's face, and his happiness was that simple.
Lu Xinge raised his pistol and fired.
An agent who was about to sneak in from the corridor on the right fell to the ground.
"Achang, now we both have someone to support us." Lu Xingge laughed heartily.
"Team leader, you're a master." Ping Luchang shouted loudly.
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Kaka.
Lushingo's Mauser pistol was out of ammunition.
"They're out of bullets." Excited ghostly howls came from outside.
Lu Xinge took out a bullet from his pocket and inserted it into the magazine.
Snapped.
There was a gunshot, and an agent who was screaming and preparing to rush in was shot in the shoulder and fell to the ground. The others were frightened and rolled back.
"Fooled." someone shouted.
Lu Xingge looked at the short gun that had no bullets in his hand, and let out a long sigh. He was just sorry that he didn't kill more men and women.
Lu Xinge took out the grenade from the fallen cabinet at his feet, unscrewed the back cover, and wrapped the lead between his fingers.
He looked at Pinglu Chang and said, "Achang, we are on our way."
Achang said nothing, facing the west
Beifang kowtowed three times, "Mom, I'm leaving."
Ping Luchang is from Pengcheng, which is northwest of Shanghai.
As he spoke, he came over and sat shoulder to shoulder with Lu Xinge.
"Team leader." Ping Luchang said.
"What?" Lu Xingge turned to look at Pao Ze.
"Can we defeat the Japanese?"
"Yes." Lu Xingge said decisively.
"A Yuan said that A Hu died fighting the Japanese and was a martyr. Am I considered a martyr?"
"Forget it!" Lu Xingge laughed loudly, "Expelled the Japanese slaves, wrapped the corpse in horse leather, and exchanged the good head for Kyushu to save it. Achang, you and I are both martyrs, hahaha!"
"Then I'm the same as Ahu. It's worth it." Ping Luchang grinned. He couldn't understand those words, but he could understand them. He touched his stomach as he said that he was hungry again. He was a little regretful.
Apart from my mother's concern, he felt that it was his biggest regret that he could not be a dead man.
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