Chapter 0056 The most advanced southern fourteenth style?
Chuchuchu!
Bang! Bang!...
The battle between Lao Tie and the little Japanese pilot was very fierce.
That little Japanese pilot has excellent driving skills. He has never encountered a real opponent since he came to the Chinese battlefield.
But this time, he was defeated.
Every flight path he made could be seen by Lao Tie, who blocked off firepower nets one after another along his flight path.
The little devil's plane was as if it was trapped by a huge hand of God.
Although the little Japanese pilots continued to fire back, all the bullets were empty.
The 12.7mm bullets flew randomly, some hitting the ruins on the Japanese side, others directly hitting the Suzhou River, and even hitting the consulate farther away.
The consulate faces the direction of the Suzhou River. Four pieces of the glass windows of a six-story building were broken.
One of them was the office of the British consul. The British consul was admiring the battle between the air and the ground, but unexpectedly the bullet shot through the glass window of his office as if it had crossed the river of time.
A bullet almost missed his ear and the glass fragments almost blinded him.
The British consul's face was covered in blood, but he escaped the fatal blow.
He shouted for help, and the guards rushed in and took the consul away for treatment.
But this time, the Japanese completely offended the British consul.
It would be okay if the Japanese plane killed civilians, but this time, it almost killed the British consul as well.
It was unbearable. While bandaging the wound, the British consul swore in his heart that this time, he would look good to the Japanese.
He cursed in his mind: "Why haven't the Japanese planes been shot down by the Chinese? Let these damn little devils go back to their hometown and see their Amaterasu!"
Boom!
Perhaps the British consul's curse came true, or perhaps Lao Tie's skills were superior. After half an hour of fierce fighting, a terrifying explosion came. The little devil's pilot lost to Lao Tie, and the plane was hit in the air.
explode.
The pilot of the Little Devil successfully parachuted out one second before the explosion, but fell to the south bank.
People on the south bank were all watching. They were angry when they saw the little devil jumping down, so they all surrounded him.
There were hundreds of Chinese people. The little Jaap was so frightened that he almost peed on the spot. He took out a Southern Type 14 pistol and threatened: "Go away, damn China pigs. If you don't go away, I will kill you all."
drop."
"You little devil, how dare you be so arrogant when you come to my territory in China?"
"What nonsense are you talking to him about? Beat this bitch to death."
"Yes, beat him to death! Beat him to death!"
"We must not let the little devil go back alive!"
"kill him!......"
················
The common people shared the same hatred and raised their right hands and roared at the little devil.
Under the control of fear, the little devil fell into madness and actually fired.
A driver pulling the cart was injured and fell in a pool of blood.
The other people were stunned into silence. The word 'death' once again shrouded their hearts like a terrifying curse.
Although they hate the Japs and wish to eat them alive, they are just ordinary people. They are just roaring and venting their anger. Do they really dare to eat the Japs?
No! That's just their anger.
But at the same time, the little devil became more and more proud: "Bagayalu, you bunch of Chinese pigs, do you know you are afraid this time?
In front of our Japanese Empire, you Chinese people can only kneel down and surrender. Why don't you all get out of here?
Hahaha, even the British want to act based on the face of our Empire of Japan, what can you group of untouchables do to change it?"
Under the threat of the Japanese, these unarmed people finally chose to retreat.
The devil had a gun in his hand and injured someone again.
Fear spread among the crowd, and panic began to appear among the crowd.
Especially those who were originally weak-minded are now regretting why they had to intervene before.
At the same time, the little devil became more and more proud. He raised the gun in his hand and boasted:
"Do you guys know that? The gun in my hand is called the Southern Type 14. It is the most advanced automatic pistol in the world.
One of his bullets can penetrate the bodies of three adults, with an effective range of 800 meters. He can load a thousand rounds at a time.
So forget about you guys, I won’t be afraid even if tens of thousands more people come!”
"Is the kid's gun so powerful?"
"No wonder the Chinese soldiers lost. It can hold a thousand bullets at a time, so wouldn't this gun be able to wipe out a regiment of Chinese soldiers?"
"It seems that we all wrongly blamed the retreating Chinese soldiers. Facing such a powerful enemy, we have no chance of winning?"
···············
The simple people of Nan'an did not doubt the deceit and believed it to be true. They were frightened by the arrogance of the little devil and kept retreating.
The Japanese pilot, taking arrogant steps, planned to break through the crowd and escape quickly. After all, there were only seven bullets left in his Southern Fourteenth Style.
What he said just now was all about him bragging. There are a thousand bullets in a gun. So you need to ask him first, can he handle it?
But the kind-hearted Chinese people believed the devil's lies.
At this time, the little devil was about to run away, but at this moment, a voice suddenly came: "Little devil, I am standing here, you try to hit me with your pistol?"
The sound came like thunder.
The people on the south bank looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that just under the black projection of the corona's light, the man who roared and cheered them up every day appeared again.
Duanwu held a 38-type rifle in his right hand, resting on his shoulder, while his left foot was stepping on the concrete fence of the four-row warehouse.
At this time, he was only 150 meters away from the position of the little Japanese pilot. In addition, he roared as if he was cheating, so that the people on the south bank heard it.
And it's a coincidence that the Japanese pilot also understands Chinese, otherwise all the awesomeness he just boasted would be nothing more than farts.
At this time, the Japanese pilot really wanted to pretend that he didn't hear it. But so many Chinese people who were watching heard it. No one would believe him if he said he didn't hear it.
Or is he pretending that he doesn’t understand Chinese?
This probably doesn't make sense, because just now, he was talking nonsense with a group of Chinese people, bragging about the magic gun in his hand.
But only the devil knows how poor the quality of the broken gun in his hand is.
Not only does the gun have a short range, but it also keeps jamming. Many Japanese would use this gun to commit suicide and have to fire several times in succession before they can succeed.
Therefore, if he wanted to use this gun to hit the Dragon Boat Festival a hundred meters away, he could only pray that his luck would not be too bad! ...