So, without doing anything, No. 7 put the pistol into the holster, directly picked up the rifle, fired it again and again, and killed four deserters in a row with deer bullets.

He then rushed down the hill towards the last deserter, pulling on the sleeve to unload the few remaining rounds of ammunition in the chamber.

Then, from a special ammo pack on his chest, he pulled out several bullets painted with pale green paint and reloaded the rifle one by one.

When he was less than 20 meters away from the fleeing enemy, he fired sharply.

The other party fell to the ground without any surprise, convulsing constantly.

No. 7 did not relax his vigilance at all, and as he continued to get closer, he fired two shots in a row at the person who fell to the ground, and the opponent was even more convulsive.

It was only then that he stepped forward quickly, took out the rope, and tied the man up according to the relevant techniques of the Capture Fist.

Relieved, No. 7 scanned the surroundings and felt that he should change places, this place was reflected by the firelight, and once he encountered a large number of enemies, he was afraid that it would not be easy to get out.

So he grabbed the captive by the neck and tried to pull the captive up, but the other party only kept twitching, without the slightest intention of submission.

No. 7 angrily scolded in Chinese, "You kid, don't play dead for me, tell you, this trick doesn't work." ”

patted the other party's face vigorously, looked at the other party and didn't seem to understand, and scolded No. 7 hatefully, "Damn Huang Taiji, according to the previous rules, let everyone speak Chinese how simple it is, you have to do some ghost tricks to restore the Jurchen language, and Lao Tzu has to learn so many languages as a soldier, it doesn't take much trouble." ”

So No. 7 changed the Jurchen language again, but there was still no response.

Seven scratched his head, so he had to change his Mongolian language and say it again, but there was still no response.

"Rub, it can't be a raw girl, right? What tribe are you from? ”

The other party still did not react. No. 7 couldn't suppress his anger and slapped him again, "Whether you understand it or not, get up for me immediately, otherwise I'm welcome." ”

As he spoke, he pulled the other party hard, but the man was still lying on the ground, like a puddle of soft mud.

Seven was completely angry and kicked the opponent's soft underbelly with his foot.

"Rub, you're pretending to be a dead fish and pretending to be addicted." After a few more ruthless strokes, No. 7 felt a little wrong, he was ruthless enough, and it was impossible for ordinary people to pretend to be dead fish so similar.

Bent down and touched the other party's snort, but there was no breath?

Seven couldn't believe it, his finger moved down, and he touched the big vein around the captive's neck, and without the slightest beat, the person was actually dead.

No. 7 grabbed his hair, tore it twice, and said unwillingly, "I used a bean bomb, and you have no injuries on your body, what kind of grandson are you pretending to be here, ah, hurry up." ”

At this moment, there was movement on the hillside again, and the sound of people's footsteps and shouting for their lives came over.

Seven immediately regained his composure, escaped from the range of the fire with his gun, and took refuge in the darkness.

As soon as he hid, he saw several Tartar deserters running on the mountain again, and No. 7 looked around and found that two people were empty-handed and unarmed, and the remaining three were all armed with knives and guns.

So, after hanging the strap of the rifle around his neck and maintaining a position where he could raise his gun to shoot at any time, he took out the revolver he had brought with him.

Relying on the enemy's superiority in light and darkness, after several enemies approached less than 10 meters to their side, they fired quickly, and knocked down everyone with a few shots in succession.

Then he quickly changed his rifle and used bean bullets to give the two deserters empty-handed, each of whom was ruthless.

Then, taking advantage of the fact that the enemy was knocked to the ground by the bean bullet and wept bitterly, he replaced another pistol, and after giving each of the other enemies one shot, he hurriedly tied up the two captives who had fallen to the ground wailing and gasping.

However, after tying up, Seven felt a little too busy.

If you take two captives with you, it will be dangerous and you will probably not be able to take care of the task of blocking this side of the road.

Although No. 1 did not explain this task, as a veteran, when his comrades-in-arms spontaneously started a blockade at the foot of the mountain, he understood what everyone meant, this is to encircle and annihilate this group of enemy troops.

Since the two assault detachments have already contracted most of the threats, then the road on this side is naturally handled by him, a reserve.

This point, as a veteran who has lived together for several years, everyone needs to say it clearly, and there is already a tacit understanding.

After thinking about it for a while, Seven decided to put the captives in bondage within the light of the fire, while retreating into the darkness himself, so that he could do both things without endangering his own safety.

After threatening the two captives with a pistol and asking them to be honest and that he would point a gun at them in the dark, Seven retreated into the darkness.

Randomly found a bunker and kept an eye on the two captives while continuing to block the road on this side.

While loading his rifle and pistol together, Seven's mind was churning, and it was true that actual combat was the best teacher.

He thought that after mastering the maintenance, maintenance, ballistics, recoil, and so on of various weapons in the original harsh training, he already had a full understanding of the weapons that were distributed, and he could use the weapons he was equipped with.

However, in the series of battles just now, which were not too tense, he made several mistakes in a row.

The first is the misestimation of the power of the revolver, which does not fully take into account the bonus effect of rifling on the power of the warhead.

The second is that the understanding of the so-called "non-lethal" ammunition of bean bullets is also biased, and the so-called "non-lethality" is not really not dead, and it can still kill people when used improperly.

Against an unarmored target, this kind of bean bullet can make a person lose the ability to resist with just one shot, and he just fired so many shots in a row at the first prisoner, which was completely beyond the limit of that person's ability to withstand the blow.

Fortunately, in the ensuing battle, he corrected his mistakes in time and used special ammunition correctly.

Moreover, he was not too familiar with the power of the steel-shelled lead core bullet equipped with the revolver, and through the round of interception and replenishment of the human body just now, he finally had a thorough understanding of this 11mm lead core bullet.

It is also confirmed that the ferocity of this ammunition is really comparable to the single-head bullet of the 18.5mm smoothbore gun, but it is indeed a lot inferior in penetration.

One of the several enemies with weapons who had just shot was wearing iron armor.

When facing the ironclad target, the insufficient charge of the propellant makes the power of the lead core pistol bullet a little weak, although the slightly softer lead bullet smashed the armor leaf of the iron armor, but it is not deep into the flesh, the enemy did not die on the spot, and there is a certain ability to resist.

Fortunately, he subsequently, in accordance with the good habit he had formed during training, when he approached the enemy, he refilled the head of the enemy who had fallen to the ground.

While thinking about the gains and losses in the battle just now, he inserted the loaded pistol back into the holster.

Finally, when the rifle was also fully loaded, Seven regained his composure, and aimed his gun at the top of the hill where the fire flickered.

With the pleasure of revenge flashing in his eyes, Seven muttered to himself, "Here, this is my defense area, no permit, no passing." ”