Lu Yuan, who had some strength in his body, slowly sat up from the sheepskin cushion spread under him, and looked at the official road outside from the observation port directly in front of the bunker for a while, but found nothing. Lu Yuan, who was hiding in the bunker, had nothing to do, so he could only fiddle with his rifle and barge gun, although the Japanese-style 38 rifle was regarded as a superior infantry weapon in World War II, but in the military forums on the Internet in later generations, there were many hot-blooded military enthusiasts and senior Internet trolls who were sick with this Japanese-style rifle.

If Lu Yuan could choose at will, he would naturally not choose the Japanese-style 38 rifle, but in fact, he had no choice at all at present, but this did not prevent Lu Yuan's desire for automatic weapons. Using the rag that originally wrapped the rifle to wipe the 38 rifle in his hand again, Lu Yuan, who had nothing to do, had a whim, if the high-precision 38 rifle barrel and the air conduction principle of automatic weapons were combined, would an automatic rifle using Japanese-style Arisaka rifle cartridges be created.

Although the power of the Arisaka rifle cartridge is not as good as that of other caliber European-style bullets, in terms of bullet accuracy and the current Chinese national conditions, it is Lu Yuan's first choice to choose the Arisaka rifle cartridge, after all, it will be easy to replenish Japanese-style bullets in the combat area. The sound of a motorcycle sounded on the official road outside the bunker, and Lu Yuan, who was in deep thought, was awakened by this sudden motorcycle, since there was a motorcycle, it must be someone.

Overjoyed Lu Yuan lay down on the sheepskin mat, and looked out through the observation port of the bunker, a three-wheeled motorcycle drove alone on the official road paved with loess, Lu Yuan looked carefully, there were three people on the three-wheeled motorcycle, two Japanese soldiers and a Japanese officer. Lu Yuan, who was hiding in the bunker, silently calculated the distance, and after the three-wheeled motorcycle came into his range, Lu Yuan moved his gun to aim at the Japanese soldier who was driving.

Before shooting, Lu Yuan also used the main perspective map to confirm whether there were still Japanese soldiers around, and confirmed that there were no other Japanese soldiers within a radius of a kilometer, and Lu Yuan's finger was on the trigger of the rifle. The three Japanese soldiers, who had finished eating, drinking, and merrymaking in Zhangjiakou, were returning to Zhangbei County on motorcycles, and they had no idea that on their way back, someone would be ready to ambush them.

A gunshot rang out in the bunker, and a crisp sound sounded on the official road in the distance, and the Japanese soldier driving the three-wheeled motorcycle was chiseled through the steel helmet by a bullet, and then spread his arms and fell from the motorcycle to the official road, while the three-wheeled motorcycle that lost control rushed straight down the roadbed. This official road paved with loess is very simple, and the roadbed is naturally not very high, and the two Japanese soldiers who jumped off the three-wheeled motorcycle could not find suitable cover under the roadbed at all.

Lu Yuan in the bunker fired another shot, and the Japanese soldier crouching on the left side of the three-wheeled motorcycle screamed miserably, stretched out his hand to cover his bloody neck and fell under the roadbed. The blood arrows that splattered from the wounded man's neck terrified the remaining Japanese officer, but in addition to his fear, the desire to survive became stronger and stronger. It had already been seen that the three Japanese soldiers were not carrying weapons at all, so Lu Yuan immediately got out of the bunker and rushed to the official road with a shell gun that was more suitable for close combat.

Lu Yuan, who suddenly came out of the roadside field, obviously startled the Japanese officer hiding behind the motorcycle, and was still more than ten meters away from the motorcycle, but the Japanese officer who had been hiding behind the motorcycle suddenly took out an object and shot Lu Yuan "pop" and "pop" two shots. With the sound of two gunshots, two balls of flying soil splashed at Lu Yuan's feet, fuck, Lu Yuan, who didn't have time to think about it, turned his head and ran into the woods again. It's not that Lu Yuan doesn't want to fight back, it's that he doesn't want to stand there stupidly like a fool and be shot.

Bypassing a few trees, Lu Yuan, who was shocked into a cold sweat, ducked behind a big tree, staring at the three-wheeled motorcycle on the road, and the Japanese officer who shot just now suddenly chased into the woods with courage for some reason. Lu Yuan, who had made up his mind, hid behind a tree with a short gun in his hand, waiting for the Japanese officer to approach him, one step, two steps, the Japanese officer holding the southern pistol did not know that Lu Yuan was lying beside him, or cautiously walked towards the depths of the woods.

"Fall down for me" At the moment when the Japanese officer walked past him, Lu Yuan, who was leaning sideways against the tree, suddenly reached out and grabbed his ankle and pulled it back hard. Sure enough, under Lu Yuan's vigorous pull, the Japanese officer stumbled forward and fell to the ground. "Ah" Lu Yuan, who had mustered up all his strength, pounced on it violently, and the whole person slammed into the back of the Japanese officer like a rolling log.

Without waiting for the Japanese officer under him to react and struggle hard, Lu Yuan turned his wrist with the shell gun, and the shell gun in his hand fell, Lu Yuan smashed it down, and the handle of the shell gun smashed the back of the Japanese officer's ear, and smashed it twice, and the Japanese officer who kept struggling under Lu Yuan finally fainted. Lu Yuan, who had subdued the Japanese officer, was slightly out of breath, and he rummaged through the objects on the Japanese officer's body and the leather document bag on his waist like a madman.

Taking the southern pistol that fell next to him, Lu Yuan tried to pull the bolt and take a look, I will take a look, the southern pistol of this kind of goods actually uses 8mm pistol cartridges. This 8mm bullet used in the Japanese southern pistol has a long aiming baseline, high accuracy, and extremely high bullet damage, which is basically the same as that of a dum bullet, and if an unprotected person is hit, it is usually either dead or maimed.

Looking at the contents of the document bag, it was full of documents, military tickets and the like, and the cigarettes in this guy's pocket were actually Japanese cigarettes, and the lighter was also an old-fashioned iron-shelled kerosene lighter. "Hey, what's your name and troop number?" Lu Yuan was reluctant to wake up the comatose Japanese officer with hard-won water, so he had to soak urine to wake up the other party, in order to prevent the opponent's counterattack, Lu Yuan tied the hands and feet of the Japanese officer with a belt and backpack strap in advance.

The Japanese officer who was woken up by Lu Yuan with urine was struggling desperately, with a thick killing intent in his eyes, as if he was about to kill Lu Yuan. Chewing on the compressed biscuits found in the file bag, Lu Yuan, who was taking a sip of water, looked at this stubborn guy with a calm face, and had to send him into a coma again. Lu Yuan didn't know if there would be Japanese troops coming here, so after a little food and drink, Lu Yuan went on the dirt road, he wanted to get the three-wheeled motorcycle and the two corpses into the woods and hide them, if he was lucky, maybe he could find something else in the motorcycle.

After more than ten minutes of busy work, Lu Yuan moved the motorcycle and the corpses of the two Japanese soldiers to the depths of the woods, fortunately he chose a place with sparse trees, if the trees were dense, the motorcycle would not be able to pass. A military telescope, a southern pistol, 20 rounds of ammunition, half a pack of cigarettes, a kerosene lighter, a leather satchel, two water bottles with lunch boxes, a military backpack, and two compressed biscuits.

Lu Yuan, who has longed to be a soldier since he was a child, often boasts that he was born at the wrong time, and his favorite thing to watch is the movies and television during World War II, and he hates the Japanese who once occupied most of China. But all this he did was in a virtual world, and he had never had a face-to-face confrontation with a Japanese soldier or officer, and the current situation was really weird.

Lu Yuan, who was well-fed and drunk, looked at the officer's ID for nothing, and made trouble for a long time, these three unlucky guys were people who belonged to the baggage troops of the 20th Division of the Japanese Army, and the 20th Division was still a permanent division of the Japanese Army. The useless things were buried deep in the ground by Lu Yuan along with the corpse, and the pistol bullets, cigarettes and lighters were put into a leather bag by Lu Yuan, and the binoculars were hung on his chest.

Using the tools he found in the three-wheeled motorcycle, Lu Yuan unloaded the side bucket of the three-wheeled motorcycle, so Lu Yuan had a two-wheeled motorcycle that was easy to walk through the woods. Lu Yuan, who slept in the bunker all night, drove his motorcycle to the official road outside the woods after dawn the next day, and the Japanese officer who was knocked out by him had already become a corpse buried deep underground. Lu Yuan is not a soft-hearted person, especially when facing Japanese soldiers, and Lu Yuan needs to kill Japanese soldiers to improve his level.

After killing three Japanese soldiers again, Lu Yuan's kill point had already reached 8 points, and he was only 2 kill points away from being upgraded to Shichang. Lu Yuan didn't think about going to Yan'an to defect to the Communist Party, but his identity was a little embarrassing, Lu Yuan still knew something about the Communist Party's special department, once his identity became a mystery, Lu Yuan didn't know if he could avoid the several rectification movements within the Communist Party, and he was afraid that he would probably be invited to eat peanuts at that time.

once spent his best three years of youth in the barracks, but Lu Yuan, who came here, just wanted to live well, and he wanted to live a good life. until he can return to the Hereafter. As long as you get enough kill value during the war, you can return to the afterlife in which you live, after all, your relatives and friends are living in the era of the afterlife, and in this era in front of you, you are not only just a passerby, but also have no relatives and no friends.