Under the brazen leadership of Scarface, the bandits lying on their stomachs took the old sleeve in their hands and shot desperately at all possible places where the enemy could hide. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

They were frightened by the sound of gunfire from all directions.

Scarface is naturally an old bandit, and from the sound of gunfire, he can tell that there are not many enemies ambushing him, and there are only a hundred people at most, and if they fight back with all their might, their four hundred or so people may not necessarily be at a disadvantage.

However, the reason why Liu Dazhu dared to ambush the strength of a battalion with one company was not only the difference in training, but also the huge advantage in weapons and equipment. In order to train the recruits, the three heavy machine guns and ten light machine guns set up in ambush around the firing points did not fire at all.

With a range of less than 100 meters, the barge gun wanted to hit a target 200 meters away by not relying on marksmanship, but by relying on the blessing of the Buddha. Comparatively speaking, the old rifle with the old sleeve and the nine-shot is more threatening than that one.

Scarface, who commanded the battle, didn't expect that he had been targeted by a recruit egg, and while shooting desperately forward, he ran to Huang Qingjiang, who was hiding behind a small tree: "Third master, what should we do now?" ”

"What to do? I can only fight with the turtle son, do you think we can outrun the bullets? Huang Qingjiang looked at the bodies of more than 20 bandits lying on the ground not far away, his face was gloomy.

Although he didn't see the shadow of the enemy clearly, his ears were full of the crisp gunshots of "bang bang" Hanyang, Huang Qingjiang already knew who the enemy who ambushed him was, except for the independent regiment of the Central Army that came to attack, there would be no one else except them, and there would never be that unit with so many good guns. At that time, Liu Cunhou's battalion was only made in Hanyang with more than 100 guns, and the rest were mostly "singles one" or old guns like "Lao Mauser" made in the Manchu Qing Dynasty. Relatively speaking, the old sleeves that the four brothers spent a lot of money on to equip the bandits are extremely advanced.

It's just that after the first round of gunshots, only more than 20 of his more than 400 people fell, and there were no heavy firepower weapons, and the so-called Central Army was nothing more than that, which gave Huang Qingjiang a little hope. Perhaps, with the advantage of a large number of people, this bold army can be eaten.

At the same time, Niu Er's muzzle kept following Scarface's movement, in order to ensure that a shot hits, when Scarface moved, Niu Er kept putting his finger on the trigger but did not pull it, he was waiting for an opportunity.

Now that the opportunity has come, what is Scarface crouching by the tree talking to a man in a black top hat? Niu Er still didn't shoot, because he found a bigger target. In Niu Er's impression, the subordinates always report to the superiors, and those who can listen to the bandit leader's report must be a bigger bandit.

Niu Er locked the muzzle of the gun on a small tree the thickness of an adult's thigh, and the figure in the top hat flickered. Thinking of the experience taught by the veteran squad leader, Niu Er tried to hold his breath and stare at the small tree through the crosshairs with a squinting gaze.

"Scar, organize people to rush forward for me, set up a pocket array and want to eat Lao Tzu's four hundred people in one bite, I'm afraid you don't have that much appetite." Huang Qingjiang glanced around and said sharply.

"Third master, shouldn't we withdraw one after another, and it's not too late to find out the truth of the turtle son's truth and then come back to fight?" Scarface was stunned.

"Fools, since they want to swallow us, there must be people behind them, maybe their heavy firepower is waiting for the old men to run over there! If you want to survive in death, you can only rush forward. ”

Why don't you say that Huang Qingjiang can be the leader of the bandits? In order to prevent the bandit dogs from jumping over the wall and escaping, Liu Dazhu placed four squads of nearly 50 people, one heavy machine gun and five light machine guns in the rear, but only two squads and one heavy machine gun were placed directly in front of the bandits, and the remaining four squads were each placed two on the mountain beams on both sides, and three light machine guns were placed respectively.

In terms of firepower, the front of the bandits is really the weakest position of Liu Dazhu's firepower.

It's just that Huang Qingjiang didn't know that it was precisely because of his henchmen and subordinates that he brought the gaze of a recruit, and he stared at him and didn't let go.

Perhaps he was a little excited, Huang Qingjiang reprimanded the scar, and subconsciously leaned to the side, and Niu Er, who had been staring at him, pulled the trigger without hesitation.

However, Niu Er obviously forgot that no matter how high his hatred value was, no matter how much he learned to be a veteran to calm down, it still couldn't change the fact that he was a newcomer to the battlefield. The distance of 200 meters is really not close, a huge person is not much bigger than an apple in the field of vision, if it is replaced by a chest target that is usually used to playing, Niu Er's shot can also hit a five rings.

Speaking of which, it actually means that Niu Er missed, and he was originally aiming at people, but he hit a tree ten centimeters away. After the gunshots rang out, Niu Er didn't see the blood he imagined, and the bandits remained unchanged and did not fall.

The annoyed Niu Er bit his lip tightly, stubbornly pulled the bolt again, and loaded the bullet, unless the bandit leader hid behind the tree for the rest of his life and didn't come out, he would be with the goods.

If Niu Er had come closer, I'm afraid he wouldn't have the idea just now.

After the gunshot, Niu Er missed Huang Qingjiang, who exposed his head outside, and did hit the trunk of the tree. But Huang Qingjiang, who was still loudly reprimanding his subordinates just now, was shocked, and looked at his lower abdomen blankly, where a hole with a large cup mouth appeared out of thin air, blood gushed out of death, and there were several pieces of miserable white and slippery lumps.

If there is an internist here, it will be recognized at a glance that it is a fragment of intestines.

No one has ever said that the big tree can become the protector of the warrior during the shootout, hiding behind the tree, using the trunk to block bullets, and then jumping out and killing the enemy with one shot is a common scene in TV dramas. If you had gotten the directors behind a tree and machine-gunned a set, I'm afraid that this kind of scene would never have appeared in front of the audience. Because they never had the chance to shoot again.

Except, of course, for large trees with a diameter of more than thirty centimeters.

Huang Qingjiang was unlucky, because the tree he hid in was not only not big enough, but also a pine sylvestris, a kind of soft mixed wood, with light wood and low strength. THE UNIQUE 7.9MM ROUND-HEADED BULLET MADE BY HANYANG JUMPED OUT OF THE CHAMBER WITH AN INITIAL VELOCITY OF 640 METERS PER SECOND, AND THE DISTANCE OF 200 METERS WAS NOT ENOUGH TO SLOW DOWN THE BULLET, AND THE WARHEAD WAS DEFORMED AND FLIPPED AFTER HITTING THE TRUNK, BUT MORE THAN TEN CENTIMETERS OF WOOD OBVIOUSLY COULD NOT ATTENUATE THE KINETIC ENERGY OF THE WARHEAD, AND THE WARHEAD THAT HAD BECOME A PIECE OF COPPER STILL SHOT INTO THE SOFT RIBS OF HUANG QINGJIANG, MAGICALLY STAGGERED THE RIBS, AND THE HUGE KINETIC ENERGY INSTANTLY SHATTERED THE TENDER KIDNEYS AND LARGE INTESTINE, AND ROLLED THE SKIN THAT KNOCKED OPEN THE ABDOMEN AND DISAPPEARED ON THE GROUND NOT FAR AWAY.

The damage caused by the 7.9MM round-tipped bullet to the human body on the Chinese battlefield is a nightmare for the Japanese army, and in fact, it has the same effect on the Chinese.

Huang Qingjiang's incredulous gaze only lasted for a few seconds, and his gaze gradually dimmed, and his body fell to the ground with a bang, leaving only purely physiological convulsions. The sky that was still clear just now became darker and darker in Huang Qingjiang's gradually dimming gaze, and the bandit leader who exhaled his last breath was killed.