If a lonely wanderer wants to survive, let alone in the Republic of China, which is not rich in material resources, even in the future, it will be impossible without some unconventional operations.
A boy who doesn't know how to observe his surroundings and runs away at any time, and who has been seeking a life on the edge of the city since he was a child, will probably either starve to death or be beaten to death.
This is the observational talent squeezed out by survival.
With such a talented observer, Crow becomes much more relaxed.
"I'm not sure if I'm shooting Niliangbi from far away, but I'm still not sure if I'm shooting close by?" Crow Crow looked at the approaching Japanese soldiers and was not surprised but overjoyed. He thought for a moment and threw away the light machine gun that was not easy to use.
Picked up the familiar shell gun.
Soon, the Japanese five-man detachment entered the broken wall area, only 20 meters away from the top of the pagoda. The crow holding the shell gun breathed softly, "Bah, bah, bah!" and shouted at the Japanese infantry.
The shuttle bullet swept past.
Several Japanese soldiers used infantry evasion tactics to roll on the ground and hide in the dilapidated wing, using the remaining brick walls as cover. Their tactical moves were standard and quick.
"Uncle Crow, how many Japanese can you kill this time?" The little bald man blinked in anticipation.
"Don't worry, just say two or three words, and you'll fall down without even looking?" Crow leaned close to the hole to watch the movements of the Japanese troops, while holding on bravely.
Judging from the picture, the Japanese were all beaten to the ground, but specifically how many were hit, he really didn't know.
"Machine gun cover, Honda-san, you two move forward quickly. Don't worry, the Chinese's marksmanship is really bad!" The Japanese superior soldier rolled several times and hid behind the broken wall. He glanced around and found that he was followed by four people.
Every soldier has good arms and legs, so his courage will naturally rise.
When the two Japanese infantrymen jumped out of the ruins and ran wildly with explosive bags in their arms, Crow poured out all the bullets that had not been fired just now. Without checking whether he had hit or not, he fired the empty shell gun into the small
The bald man threw it away in his hand, picked up the Czech light machine gun, pulled the bolt, and continued to sweep.
These two Japs can carry explosives. If the Japs blow up the bottom of the tower, not only will he die, but the little guy behind him will also die. Crow, who is oppressed by a life and death crisis, has nothing in his mind to kill ten Japanese soldiers.
Target.
Just hold the light machine gun in your arms and sweep away, hold on to the trigger without letting go, and empty the twenty-round magazine with a long burst of fire.
Then, he dropped the machine gun, picked up the Hanyang-made machine with the magazine already loaded and placed it beside him, pulled the bolt of the gun at the faintly visible shit-yellow sight, then pulled the bolt of the gun again and fired.
Under crisis, the potential of the human body is completely squeezed out.
Crow never thought that he could shoot so fast, and the terrible recoil of the machine gun and rifle seemed to have no effect on him at all.
Now he is not afraid of death, but he does not want to be killed by the Japanese so easily, and he also takes a boy with him who has a similar childhood experience.
He hopes the boy lives.
Outside the tower, the three light machine guns used by the Japanese army for cover never stopped firing, including the rifles of the infantry. Dozens of Japanese infantrymen also knew that if the two demolitioners could succeed, at least they would no longer have to worry about fighting the one on the top of the tower.
The crazy Chinese people are desperate.
The Chinese, who had no way out, were willing to sacrifice their lives, and they were not willing to be buried with him.
The fiery bullet stream swept away stone chips on the pagoda, and even bullets penetrated the holes and shot into the interior of the pagoda. However, the Buddha appeared again, and not a single bullet hit the two people in the pagoda. There was no pattern.
The ricocheting bullet just missed him in a thrilling way.
Xia Dayu's thick black straight eyebrow was scratched by a ricochet, like a sharp sword splitting it in two, but miraculously it did not hurt the deeper layers of the skin, but was burned by the hot bullet.
The big black spot is like an extra mole on the eyebrow.
No one knew the origin of the mole on the eyebrow of the young soldier who would later be called 'Broken Eyebrow', and he never mentioned it.
Because, in the heart of the young boy, that was the mark of connection left by the Buddha on him and Uncle Crow, whom he had only been with for a short time.
Whenever he frowned when he was in trouble, he would think of that misty autumn day, when a shirtless young man with terrible marksmanship tried his best to stand in front of the young man.
No matter how difficult it is, it's just a matter of life and death.
Just like now, no one knows how many bullets were hit in this pagoda that has withstood hundreds of years of wind and frost and fierce artillery fire. It was not until a few years after the war that the workers responsible for repairing the pagoda looked through the walls of the pagoda.
Only by counting the densely scattered bullet holes can we confirm that the crazy Japanese troops poured more than 1,000 rounds of bullets into the wall of the tower.
The inside of the tower was also filled with choking smoke. Crow used three types of firearms to fire 45 rounds of bullets at once. He didn't stop shooting until he found that the smoke caused by the shooting made it almost impossible for him to see clearly outside the tower.
"Uncle Crow, you killed the Japs." The little bald man, who didn't even notice that he had become a broken eyebrow, put one eye towards the hole and shouted excitedly.
Two shit-yellow creatures were lying on the ground less than 0 meters away from the pagoda. Only this time, the little bald man was finally sure that the crows had really killed the two Japanese soldiers.
Because, on the ground where the Japanese troops were lying, the blood flowing out was like a stream flowing into the distance, twisting and turning, and it was extremely obvious.
The two Japanese soldiers were shot at least five times each. Whether it was the 7.92 round-head bullets made in Hanyang, the 7.63 bullets in the shell gun, or the Czech-style 7.92 bullets, their lethality was much greater than the 6.5-caliber pointed bullets in the Japanese Type 38 rifle.
One shot can kill you, let alone multiple shots.
No longer pursuing results, he only focused on shooting at the target and shooting again. Crow accidentally understood the gist of shooting, and the distance itself was close. The shell gun was his convenient gun, and it was a continuous fire type. Two Japanese
If the infantry is not beaten into a honeycomb, Amaterasu will really come to fight with Buddha.
"Haha, Uncle Crow, it turns out that Nong Gang was really deceiving the little devil at first! Alas, I understand, this is a tactic." The little bald head looked at the motionless Japanese corpses on the ground not far away. Not only was he not afraid, but he was smiling.
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What makes the young man happy is not that he successfully reaped the glorious victory of the two Japs, but that the heroic Uncle Crow in his mind did not live up to his imagination. As long as Uncle Crow is still so awesome, won't the Japanese devils die as many as they come?
The young man never thought that since Crow fired the first shot from here, the two of them had actually fallen into a certain death situation. The only thing worshiped in Xilin Temple was the Clay Bodhisattva. At this moment, he was burned black by incendiary bombs.
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If you want to survive, you may really have to rely on miracles.
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Looking at the young man's delighted face and his eyebrows cut off by a ricochet, he really couldn't bear to tell the truth. He was really just relying on his luck!
However, being able to kill the Japanese is a skill.
As long as the Japanese dare to come, he will fight.
The machine rifle still had 200 rounds of ammunition, the shell gun still had 4 full magazines, and the grenade was still useless. He had the confidence to deal with these cowards for another hour.
As for Komura Xiongichi, who was observing not far away, he saw his two subordinates being killed with his own eyes. Instead of being angry, he was overjoyed.
The purpose of sending this five-person team was actually very simple, just a test.
Not only to test whether there are any Chinese in the ruins of the temple, but also to test the true strength of the Chinese on the top of the pagoda.
If there was an ambush in the ruins, the five-man team, which was neither too large nor too small, was left to them. At least he and his close subordinates were saved.
It now seemed that there was no ambush in the ruins, and he could even see the reality of the Chinese firepower at the top of the pagoda.
Yes, judging by the intensity of the attack from the top of the pagoda, Japanese veterans who have participated in more than a dozen battles, large and small, are sure that there is only one Chinese on the top of the pagoda, regardless of the machine guns, shell guns and
It was a rifle. Judging from the rate of shooting and the frequency of changing guns, it could only have been shot by one person.
He even judged that whether in terms of shooting accuracy or firepower deployment, the enemy whom he could not see was not an experienced veteran. If Xiaomura Xiongyi was in that position, he would dare to
It is certain that he only needs 5 bullets at most to send the two of them to Amaterasu.
Komura Kumaichi turned his attention to the Japanese squadron on the other side.
He had already made sacrifices to let two of his subordinates serve as cannon fodder to test the strength of the Chinese in the temple. Now, it was naturally up to the other two teams to contribute.
Another sergeant did not hesitate. With a wave of his hand, the same five-man team was on standby. A Japanese squad over there also sent a similar lineup.
Only this time, the main force will be demolitions, and they will attack from both sides.
The Chinese are destined to care about one thing and not the other.
