Rebirth of the Military Industry Power of the Anti-Japanese War

I saw a figure flash, and before the regiment member could even scream, Hu Weidong had already circled behind him like lightning, reached out and hooked his neck and twisted it hard. The regiment member didn't even have time to scream, and fell down.

The ground was breathless. Hu Weidong quickly took off his rifle and saw that it was the "Hanyang-made Type 88 rifle" that he had seen before in the military museum. He couldn't help but frown slightly. Hu Weidong, who was born in a military-industrial family, naturally knew this kind of rifle.

The accuracy is not high, and he has never used it before. Even though his marksmanship is not bad (above the standard of special shooters, but not comparable to a real sharpshooter like Zhang Taofang.), he used it in a hurry and hit the target.

The rate is obviously not going to be that high. How can we kill so many enemies with just a bag of bullets captured? After all, the enemy has been alerted, and there will not be a second chance to easily obtain guns and ammunition.

....

"You have to escape after killing one. What a failure..." Hu Weidong saw more than a dozen enemies running towards him in the distance. He had no choice but to prepare for a "strategic shift" and retreated while shooting at the enemies.

Unfortunately, it took three bullets to kill one, which was not very efficient. Fortunately, these regiment members seemed to be afraid of death. They all fell to the ground as soon as they heard the gunshot, until the suspected leader of the returning regiment——

After a fat man who looked like a local rich man offered a reward of one hundred oceans with a heartbroken expression, the mob cheered and rushed forward again, but after such a delay, Hu Weidong had successfully hidden in the woods...

The woodland was Hu Weidong's favorite combat environment back then. Although there was no shade in the winter, the trees here were often as thick as an arm's length, enough for a sideways warrior to hide himself. Speaking of which, Hu Weidong had not been in actual combat for a long time, so I just wanted to take a look today.

Is your ability still there?

"Ouch, my foot!", only a loud bang was heard, a group member walking in front suddenly screamed and sat down on the ground, and immediately there was another loud bang, and the unlucky guy grunted a few times and then

There was no movement. What killed this guy was two "nail mines" made by Hu Weidong with bullets and locust thorns, but they were actually killed by the explosion. This guy was really sad enough. And next to him, a group Ding Gang

I wanted to lift him up to see what was going on, but I only heard a "bang" sound, and a hole suddenly appeared in the guy's face, and a smelly liquid mixed with red and white spurted out immediately, splashing on the guy opposite him.

The faces of my companions...

"Ah! Ah!", the guy with brains on his face was obviously frightened. In panic, he habitually pulled the trigger, but hit another member of the group on the calf. At this time, Hu Weidong shot another

Bullets were fired, and the tallest guy among the group also fell...

"These idiots stopped but didn't find a place to hide. Aren't they going to give me a headshot?" Hu Weidong sneered, raised his gun and fired another bullet. Unexpectedly, the enemy lost one man again.

Hu Weidong couldn't help but become more confident. He gradually discovered that these enemies might not be as difficult to deal with as he thought. There were many of them, but their fighting will and tactical literacy were too poor. Coupled with their poor marksmanship and slow movements, they were not at all beneficial to him.

It didn't pose much of a threat. What made Hu Weidong even more happy was that as he became more and more familiar with the rifle in his hand, he not only became more and more proficient in technical movements such as loading and shooting, but his marksmanship became more and more accurate.

The regiment members suffered such a big loss and naturally wanted to fight back, but the opponent was too well hidden. They could only estimate Hu Weidong's position and then move randomly. The weapons in their hands were not automatic weapons that could fire continuously, so they could hit him.

There was a ghost. In addition, Hu Weidong's marksmanship was extremely accurate. In a short time, one-third of the group fell down. How could they fight? So these humanoid beasts who bullied the weak and feared the strong all turned around with a roar.

He ran away, but Hu Weidong, who had almost run out of bullets, had the opportunity to pick up the guns and ammunition on the dead man. With enough bullets, Hu Weidong's confidence greatly increased, and his shooting skills became more and more accurate. With his bullets sent off, Hu Weidong came

Only three of the eleven people escaped back...

"Useless things!" When the short fat man saw that the regiments were so useless, his face suddenly turned pale. He pulled out the shell gun from his waist and killed the loser who was leading the escape on the spot. But at this moment, Hu Weidong faced

He fired a shot from a distance, but the sound of the gunshot was just covered up by his shot. By the time he realized it, the bullet had already entered his forehead, killing him on the spot.

Now the regiment members suddenly became a mess. The enemy could do this at such a long distance, but they couldn't even determine where the enemy was. How could they fight this battle? And those villagers who were originally like lambs were being slaughtered.

But they seemed to be suddenly inspired, and they all rushed towards the remaining group members like crazy...

Seeing the villagers who suddenly became ferocious-looking, the members of the regiment were immediately frightened. They even forgot that they had guns in their hands for a while. It was not until Hu Weidong fired another cold shot that the members of the regiment, who had lost one more member, reacted.

At this time, they had fallen into the vast ocean of the People's War. When the crowd dispersed, Hu Weidong could no longer see even a complete corpse...

"It's really good luck..." Hu Weidong couldn't help but secretly lamented. If it weren't for the sudden riot of the villagers that unexpectedly brought the battle to a quick end, even if Hu Weidong could win, someone would definitely have slipped through the net. Then those fish that slipped through the net would scream.

A large group of reinforcements are coming. No matter how skilled he is, he can only run away...

"Young man, are you alone?" an old man with thinning hair asked tremblingly, his eyes full of disappointment.

Hu Weidong naturally knew why they were disappointed. Just now he had heard people running around telling each other that "the Red Army is back again", but found that he was the only one. This feeling was like "a drop of rain comes after a long drought."

.Looking at everyone's eyes that had become lifeless again, Hu Weidong suddenly felt like a big stone was stuck in his heart. He couldn't help shouting to everyone, "'A single spark can start a prairie fire.', although I only have the power to start a prairie fire."

one person......"

"Young man, are you sent by Chairman Mao?" The old man suddenly grabbed Hu Weidong's hand and asked almost incoherently. These three words seemed to have a magical power, and hundreds of people had already fallen into despair again.

The people suddenly turned their heads and looked at Hu Weidong...

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