Quiet, there was silence in the woods, not a breath of wind.
Quiet, the muddy body was like a stone in a mud pit, motionless, facing the silent woods, the muzzle of the gun did not shake, the eyes did not blink, as if he was not breathing.
If one dies, they will not come again? Is it that serious
At present, at least two are known. One is now lying in the mud within sight and has become a corpse; the other was the one who provided cover for the shooting. No one can be seen, only the sound of gunfire has been heard. Now the muzzle of the gun is aimed in his general direction. He should not be too close, because he was not found within a few dozen meters of sight, and there was no muzzle smoke when he shot. However, he could not be too far away, because the sound of the gunfire was loud. It seemed that he should be behind some dense area.
Are there only these two people? Otherwise, why don't they attack again? No, it's impossible. I would rather believe that they are all here. I would rather believe that they are taking a break and eating now than to think that there are only two enemies in front of them. Will God be so kind
The leaves nearby suddenly trembled slightly, and a tiny raindrop was spreading on the leaf, revealing a layer of bright deep green, and then two, three... rustling...
The damn rain finally started to fall again, falling so late and so lightly. Fortunately, it was dense, at least the air was no longer humid, and Dr. Zhou had more opportunities.
If we can just wait like this, that's fine. This is what I want. I don't know how long it has been. Why are they willing to do this? It seems that they don't have many people. They are waiting for reinforcements or the main force to arrive. Otherwise, why don't they continue? What I want must be what they don't want. Are they really willing to do this...
The gun in front of me was completely soaked, the muddy ground became even muddier in the rain, the woods in front of me rustled and were covered with a layer of white mist. The rain was just right now, not blocking my vision, but also slowly washing away the traces of her escape. It didn't need to get any heavier, and it didn't need to stop, it was just right.
Under the dripping brim of the hat, his eyes swept slowly, through the misty rain, across tree after tree, across bush after bush, until to one side, then he scanned back carefully, and inadvertently, stopped.
That bush was particularly eye-catching. It was a few meters wide and was higher than the grass. It was eye-catching because it was the closest bush to me, less than 30 meters away. I only noticed it now because it started to rain and I couldn't hear the slightest sound nearby, so it became conspicuous.
The muzzle of the gun finally left the position where the gun was fired, and moved horizontally steadily and slowly, finally stopping at a bush more than 20 meters away, and remained still.
The tiny raindrops on the gun body bounced around and jumped on the long metal stage between the rear sight and the front sight.
If in doubt, then take action; no matter what color it is, just paint it all black, that's the easiest way.
Bang—a gunshot rang out in the rain.
The 65-caliber bullet rushed out of the muzzle of the Type 38 rifle, flew ferociously, arrogantly passed by countless raindrops that were still in the air, and slammed fiercely into the left end of the bushes.
The shell jumped up with a crash and turned gracefully in the rain.
Bang! The second shot was fired decisively, and the bullet landed more than half a meter to the right from the previous position, causing the bush to tremble.
Quickly pull the bolt to eject the shell, and the next shot should continue to move half a meter to the right.
Suddenly, seven or nine gunshots were heard, still coming from the same direction as before. The bullets passed through several layers of leaves, smashing countless raindrops in the air, whizzed past the mud pit, and instantly disappeared into the vastness behind them.
He instinctively put away his gun and lowered his head, then looked up again and saw an arm raised behind the bushes, throwing a black dot into the sky.
Damn, it actually crawled over here.
There was a "pa" sound from behind; it was a grenade falling into the mud a few meters behind him.
boom-
The explosion in the rain seemed so faint that even the smoke was invisible. Only a large piece of mud was suddenly lifted up, and then fell into the mud pit with a splash, hitting Hu Yi's head and back, or falling into the mud and water with crackling sounds.
He lay in the mud and water of the pit and fished out a grenade. He pulled out the safety ring and stuck his head out, his expression tense.
The bastard behind the bushes was now sticking most of his upper body out, looking over here, holding a grenade in one hand and pulling out the fuse with the other. The smoke behind the grenade could not be seen in the misty rain, but he knew in his heart that the thing had started to smoke.
Without time to think, he didn't even bother to take off the ignition cap of the grenade in his hand and just threw it at him as if it were a stone.
The grenade without a firing cap made the man behind the bushes panic. How could he know that the grenade didn't fire? He had no choice but to throw the grenade hastily out of his hand again. Then with a snap, the grenade brushed past the branches and leaves of the bushes and fell into the mud beside him. It didn't roll far at all. He desperately rushed to the grenade in the mud, grabbed it, and threw it back.
Hu Yi looked up in the rain. The unfired grenade successfully disrupted the enemy's bombing. He watched helplessly as the flying black shadow crashed into the mud pit a few meters away from the side, and immediately fell into the muddy water at the bottom of the pit again. Boom—there was a splash, and the mud fell again.
He staggered in the mud pit and raised his head, trying to wipe the mud off his face, and saw a mud-colored grenade rolling down the edge of the pit in front of him.
This must be the one I threw hastily. This damn guy has such good courage that it actually came back to me. Very good, now I officially give it to you. He reached out and picked up the grenade from the mud. There was mud all around him, so he had to throw the grenade at his heel.
When the ignition cap on the grenade hit Hu Yi's heel, Hu Yi's heart instantly turned cold, because he didn't feel the grenade cap sinking when he was holding the grenade, which meant... I x
So the grenade flew up in panic for the third time.
It was indeed the grenade that Hu Yi had thrown out at first. These devils were the advancing team, playing the role of the Eighth Route Army, and they played it very realistically, so they only had Hanyang rifles, no Type 38 rifles, only grenades, and no grenades. Although the grenade did not have a trigger at the time, Hu Yi had pulled out the safety pin, so it experienced two landings, first landing behind the bushes, and then being thrown back into the mud pit. It was during one of these two landings that the ignition cap was triggered. As for which landing triggered it, only God knows
The highest level of using hand grenades is to explode them in mid-air within 15 meters above the target, leaving no place to hide or evade. Very few people can do this, because the instructions and the actual quality are very different. Those who believe in this will definitely die young, and no one will want to be with such people.
The grenade was thrown hastily and with decisive force, so the arc of its flight was not large, and its surface was covered with mud, tumbling irregularly in the air. Boom—
Suddenly, a white cloud burst out, like the smoke of an explosion, or like the mist formed by countless raindrops being shattered in an instant, and instantly showed an expanding spherical wave, which dissipated violently, shaking all the nearby trees into water instantly. When the explosion occurred, the grenade was flying over the bush...
Rustle, rustle—the rain keeps falling.
Sitting in the mud, with his back against the edge of the mud pit, his whole body was the same color as the mud pit. If he was not loading the rifle in his hand with bullets, it would be almost impossible to tell that he was still a person. One would just think he was part of the mud pit.
If there were five people, they would have attacked without hesitation. If there were four people, they should have formed groups of two. One of them died near the big tree on the right, and another one died behind the bushes on the left. The person providing cover was probably in the middle and back, forming an inverted triangle formation. It seemed that there were only three of them.
Once you understand the situation, you can't delay any longer because they may have backup.
I once told the girl that the final victory is often determined by momentum, not skills, and now it needs to be verified again. He stood up from his squatting position, put the loaded rifle on his back, pulled out the Mauser pistol from the holster, pulled the bolt, turned off the safety and held it in his hand.
I poked my head out of the mud pit and looked at the dense vegetation in the distance. Come on, we can fight with bayonets now. I will go find you.
It was drizzling, but there was still a rustling sound in the woods.
To prevent passers-by from discovering them, the bodies were carried into the woods and buried far away. A dozen soldiers responsible for handling the bodies walked out of the woods in the rain.
The faint explosions in the distance stopped coming, leaving only the sound of rain falling around. Platoon Leader Ye turned around and asked, "How are you thinking about it?"
"I... can lead the way, but don't expect me to tell you the location." Section Chief Xu stood in the rain, his hands tied behind his back, his head lowered, staring blankly at the muddy feet. The chaotic footprints were already filled with turbid rainwater, and now raindrops kept falling in, making the surface of the muddy water jump and ripple, messy and chaotic, just like his own face.
Platoon Leader Ye smiled and said, "Look, it's raining now. Do you think... am I interested in negotiating a price with you here?"
"I don't want to die." When he said this, his voice was very soft and sounded weak.
"Then you will suffer pain that you cannot imagine."
This was expected, but Chief Xu still trembled slightly when he heard it. After a while, he slowly raised his head and said, "I... don't want to die. Do you understand me? I don't want to die."
"Lead the way. Even if I believe you are leading the way, how can you trust that I won't kill you when we get there?"
"I... am valuable, and I know a lot. If... I can go back with you, wouldn't you be able to gain more?"
"What's the difference here?"
"It's different. This is not your territory. I am a burden. I won't trust you. What I want is a way to survive."
Platoon Leader Ye stared into Section Chief Xu's eyes without saying anything.
Section Chief Xu understood the meaning of that look and could not help but lower his head. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Every time I will tell you a section of the road, you can send someone to investigate first, and then I will tell you how to go to the next section when we get there. Do you think... is this okay?"
"Tell me the first part of the journey first."
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