Rise From Eight Hundred

"Listen to my command, and shoot those Japanese devils together!" Crow quietly adjusted the muzzle of the Mauser pistol while whispering the order.

The five people who came with him nodded silently, and quietly stretched out their rifles in various positions in the room.

In order to avoid being discovered by the Japanese army first, the soldiers were very careful not to make any sound, and even did not dare to show their heads. They only relied on the approximate direction they had observed before to determine the direction to shoot later.

Five Hanyang rifles, each gun had only two chances to shoot at most, and they had to run after shooting. Jump down from here to the next floor, leave through the back door before the Japanese infantry arrives following the sound, and then find a position to launch an attack.

This has become more and more handy for the security troops who have fought two battles on the battlefield.

Crow's muzzle silently aimed at the Japanese sergeant who was also carefully observing the surroundings, and fired when they continued to approach to 15 meters.

The muzzle of the Mauser pistol actually jumps a lot. People who have not been trained will most likely miss the target.

Crow, who is only interested in making money, naturally won't work hard on the training ground. The reason he was able to kill two Japanese soldiers alone was first luck, second patience, and third the fierce firepower of the Mauser pistol, but it had nothing to do with his marksmanship.

A volley of bullets could hit a pig 20 meters away, which was his normal performance.

Fortunately, his target was less than 18 meters away from him, and in terms of size, his short legs and thick body were about the same as a pig.

Crow, who had already adjusted the Mauser pistol to the continuous shooting mode, pulled the trigger suddenly, and instantly fired at least 10 bullets. The muzzle that kept jumping swept the ten bullets into a fan, not only making the Japanese sergeant he was aiming at stagger, but also causing the two Japanese soldiers around him to scream miserably.

The five soldiers of the security regiment near him also fired frantically, pulling the trigger, pulling the bolt, and then pulling the trigger again. Aiming has become secondary.

Visible white smoke rose from the windows of the house.

In just three or four seconds, at least four Japanese soldiers were swept down by the sudden rain of bullets.

But the Japanese did not panic. On the contrary, they reacted instantly, relying on two armored vehicles as cover, and more than a dozen rifles fired at the position where the smoke rose.

The shooting skills of the Japanese infantry are really not covered, and they are terribly accurate. Even if the target is found temporarily, and the smoke also conceals the figures of several soldiers, the bullets basically fall within a range of no more than 1 meter from the hiding place of Crow and others.

Of course, for Crow and others, the most terrifying thing is not those rifles, but the 7.7mm heavy machine gun of the 94 tank.

The 7.7mm heavy machine gun quickly turned its muzzle and roared out flames visible to the naked eye, sweeping the second floor of the grain shop where Crow was staying into a flurry of wood chips.

However, when the Japanese infantry began to counterattack, Crow was extremely sober. Seeing that he had killed the target and was one step closer to his goal of killing 10 Japanese soldiers, he did not fight to the death, and even did not shoot the last five or six bullets in the Mauser pistol. He rolled on the ground and roared: "Brothers, retreat!" Then he jumped down from the second floor first.

Crow's clear mind saved his life.

The houses in the Jiangnan area are very characteristic of Wudi. Except for the outer walls made of blue bricks, the rest of the windows, doors, windows and corridor railings are made of wood, and the carved railings and painted buildings are very delicate.

Whether it is a big or small family, it is basically the same. If you want to say the difference, I am afraid that the wood of the richer ones is more precious and the carvings are more exquisite, and the wood of the less wealthy ones is ordinary and not carved, but this wood must be used, which is far from being strong and durable like the houses in the north.

Of course, this also shows that since the Spring and Autumn Period, Wu has been famous for its wealth. Business people always make money faster than farming.

However, these wooden windows and doors that look very much like Jiangnan gardens can't block any bullets. The crazy shooting of the Japanese heavy machine guns has riddled the wooden doors on the second floor. If it is a few seconds later, the rain of bullets will leave at least half of them.

But Crow underestimated the madness of the Japanese.

Seeing that the Chinese took advantage of the terrain to attack their side recklessly, causing heavy casualties, and the results of their own battles were very few, Kato Hero had been holding back his anger.

Two heavy machine guns swept the second floor of the store more than ten meters away into smoke and dust, but it was still not enough, so two infantry guns were added.

The two infantry guns fired at the first floor of the grain shop in less than ten seconds. The Japanese artillery couldn't see the activities of the people inside because of the walls and wooden doors, but it didn't matter. The artillery relied on range killing.

If one shot is not enough, then add two more.

For this Chinese attack group that they could not even see, the Japanese army fired four shells into the store in one breath.

Crow's shooting skills were not very good, but his physical fitness was first-class. Without a natural good physique, the severe typhoid fever would probably not have allowed him to survive the little girl's sympathy.

He jumped directly from the second floor, rolled on the ground to relieve the force, and then jumped forward to enter the inner room of the store.

It took less than five seconds to complete the escape.

But not everyone has his good physique. Two of the five security guards were three or five seconds slower. Before they could jump into the inner room, the Japanese army opened fire.

The bullet with extremely strong penetrating power easily broke through the outer wall and exploded inside the store. The flying debris and shock wave directly blew away the two security guards. The crow, who had already run far away, heard the explosion and the screams behind him, and turned around and ran back.

The crow, who originally did not attach much importance to brotherhood, now realizes more and more that no one can survive alone on this battlefield without helping each other.

Someone is still screaming, which means that he is still alive, and he must take him away.

However, the continuous explosions that followed made the other three security guards who had just escaped the bombardment hug their second lieutenant platoon leader.

No one can survive such a bombardment. The wounded just now may still be alive, but he is definitely dead now.

Moreover, the Japanese army will definitely enter the residential houses to search. If they go back to carry the bodies, those who could have survived will definitely become corpses.

"Let's go!" Crow, biting his back teeth, could only silently say sorry to his companions who had been bombed into ruins more than ten meters away, and turned around and left quickly with three soldiers.

And this week will also become another pain point for Crow.

He didn't expect that one of his soldiers was still alive, and he didn't expect that the Japanese would be so cruel.

Three minutes later, the crow who found his hiding place again looked at the Japanese soldiers on the long street through the cracks in the window, hoping to find a new target and the right time to attack again.

Then, he saw a scene that made him extremely painful.

More than 40 meters away, a Japanese search team walked out of their previous hiding place, but they dragged a person.

Although the man in the uniform of the security regiment was covered with blood, the crow still recognized him at a glance. It was Wang Laoshi.

A middle-aged man in his early thirties.

He was extremely honest and loyal, and seemed a little out of tune with the temperament of the security regiment.

The reason why Wang Laoshi joined the security regiment was that his family had five children, plus his parents, and the livelihood of a family of nine depended on him. A relative gave him an idea that if he spent some money to join the security regiment, he could make some money, and it would be more convenient for his family to do some small business with a tiger skin as a cover.

Wang Laoshi, who sold half of his ancestral property to join the Security Corps, became the least money-making one among Crow's men. After one year in the Security Corps, he still hadn't even earned back the money he had given at the beginning, and he mainly lived on the monthly salary of five dollars.

Perhaps the only benefit that the Security Corps brought him was that he could skip work from time to time to help his wife look after the family's bun shop, and his brothers would take care of the business from time to time, so he could barely support a family of nine.

He was not active in training and attendance, and was definitely not a good soldier, otherwise he would not have retreated slower than others.

But he was definitely a good father, a good son, and a good husband.

When he saw his wife, children, and parents, his face, which was more vicissitudes than his actual age, was always filled with a warm smile.

Even though he was about to step onto this battlefield, according to regulations, everyone could leave a message for his family, but he only said that he hoped Commander Wang could send the pension to his wife so that she could raise the children and take care of the elderly.

Now he is not dead yet, but he has fallen into the hands of the Japanese.