Chapter 49 On the Protracted War

Although the Hundred-Type Submachine Guns are simply not designed incompletely, and they don’t even have any insurance for the bolt. They may fire and injure their own people at any time, and even install bayonets, they are all submachine guns that can fire a series of bullets with just one trigger.

Holding such a weapon, facing such a rare victory, let alone the excited faces of the guerrillas, even captain Sun Xilai showed a faint smile on his face. He looked at Lei Zhen and opened his mouth. Before he could say anything, Lei Zhen's figure suddenly blurred in front of his eyes, and when his feet became soft, he couldn't help but fall into Lei Zhen's arms.

Lei Zhen looked at Sun Xilai with a brownish-colored face. Even through the clothes that were soaked in the rain forest, he could still clearly feel the amazing heat coming from Sun Xilai's body.

Looking at Sun Xilai's left arm, the wound soaked in the rain was completely soaked in the rain when it was absolutely unsuitable. Looking at Sun Xilai's deep frowning and a painful struggle appeared on his face, Lei Zhen lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "I know you don't want to fall asleep. I know you are struggling desperately and wanting to recover from your sanity. I know even more that you tell yourself again and again in your heart that at this time you have absolutely no reason, and no time to fall down.

But you listen well, you are sick and very sick. In fact, with your physical condition, you can hold on until this time before you fall down, which is enough to surprise and admire me."

"If you are willing to believe me, please relax yourself. I promise you that when you open your eyes again, your brothers will definitely stand in front of you one by one.

This is my promise to you...Lei Zhen!"

Although Sun Xilai only saw Lei Zhen for the second time, although they had a first meeting with him without a happy time, although he hated the arrogant and strong posture of Lei Zhen, he was in a blur.

Listening to Lei Zhen's whisper in his ear, Sun Xilai's frown brows slowly relaxed, and replaced by a long-lost peace. For some reason, Sun Xilai was willing to believe Lei Zhen.

The doctor walked over quickly and took Sun Xilai from Lei Zhen's hand. He used surgical scissors to cut open the bandage on Sun Xilai's wound.

Seeing that the doctor was soaked in the rain for several hours, the lips had cracked like a baby's lips, revealing the wound in the pink muscles, the doctor couldn't help but frown.

Almost at the same time, Lei Zhen also frowned because his eyes had fallen on his master's wife Ling Weicheng. Ling Weicheng's little daughter was like a well-behaved and obedient kitten, quietly curled up in her mother's arms.

No matter what happened around her, she didn't say a word.

Lei Zhen walked to the master's wife Ling Weicheng, and he reached out to try to touch the little girl's forehead. Lei Zhen felt that the tentacles were hot. She was having a fever like Sun Xilai, and it was burning higher. Her forehead was hotter.

Yes, think about it, a little girl under ten years old, kept running away and sleeping in the open. With her physical strength, she had reached her limit.

Even when it rained, Ling Weicheng wrapped her tightly with a raincoat, but while he was running around, the rain inevitably penetrated into the little girl's clothes through the gaps in the raincoat, slowly oozing into her body.

Lei Zhen really wants to tell Ling Weicheng. In his heart, the master's wife is his biological mother. Lei Zhen even wants to tell Ling Weicheng that the child should tell him earlier if he is sick.

But facing Ling Weicheng's eyes full of deep sorrow and bitterness, Lei Zhen suddenly became infatuated.

In this world, which mother doesn't care about her children? Which mother would be willing to watch her children's whole body feels hot as if they are on fire due to illness. She is already burning and is already burning and her whole body is weak? Master's wife Ling Weicheng has always chosen to remain silent.

I kept holding my daughter with her thin body. I was always enduring the torture and pain of anxiety alone, not because I didn’t want to cause trouble for them.

Don’t want to hold them back so that they can concentrate on facing the powerful enemy behind them. If they are not careful, they will be wiped out by their entire army?

Lei Zhen really didn't know what he could say or do at this time. Such a brave and skillful soldier on the battlefield, standing in front of Ling Weicheng, staring blankly at her and the little girl in her arms.

In the training ground, when facing Malan Feihuo's torture, he was injured every day, bleeding and sweat every day, but no tears fell, and he would only become stronger and stronger in the battle. When he was winning a huge victory, he should cheer and laugh hard, a crystal light of water slowly gathered in his eyes.

Ling Weicheng was really stunned, and she said in a stern voice: "Lei Zhen, you..."

But at this time, you have to ask Ling Weicheng to say something and what to say something?

Lei Zhen suddenly turned around. His hand gently swung over his face in seemingly inadvertently, picking away the two tears that were about to burst out from his eyes, allowing them to merge with the sweat in his palms, and never distinguish them from each other again.

After a long time, Lei Zhen whispered: "Master's wife, I'm fine, I just... feel uncomfortable!"

At this time, there was silence around him, and everyone was quietly looking at Lei Zhen's body as broad and steady as a mountain. For some reason, he obviously had so many partners around him and so many comrades who shared life and death on the battlefield, but he looked so lonely.

When his wife was lonely, Ling Weicheng stood on tiptoe, hugged the child with her left hand and hesitated with a few traces of hesitation in his right hand, but finally fell gently on his head, his whole body trembled violently.

Ling Weicheng gently stroked Lei Zhen's short hair like he was treating his own child. When Lei Zhen subconsciously turned his head, Ling Weicheng suddenly reached out and hugged his daughter and Lei Zhen tightly in his arms.

"Lei Zhen, maybe you think that if you were really my son, I would not tell you about my sister's condition because I was afraid of dragging you down.

But you have to know that in the lonely military camp, you will follow the Chinese people to learn military strategies during the day, and learn to read and write with me at night. I will watch you grow up day by day, mature day by day, and have the spirit of a man and a soldier day by day.

At that time, I had already regarded you as my own child in my heart.

When you are raising Malan's medical expenses, you are running around with everyone's strange eyes, doing work that others are unwilling to do, unable to do, and unwilling to do, and watching you be defeated by powerful enemies again and again in the ring.

When I got up again and again, my heart was already filled with a kind of pride."

Ling Weicheng hugged Lei Zhen tightly, and she proudly raised her face. She looked at Lei Zhen with unreserved pride and said loudly: "At that time, I really wanted to proudly tell everyone that this indomitable man in the ring is obviously not an opponent at all.

But he insisted on not falling down. With just a man's blood and no regrets, he forced a man to move around, which is the son of my Ling Weicheng and Xie Jinyuan! Lei Zhen, I have a son like you.

I feel honored! I believe that no matter what I encounter, everything will be fine in our family in the future.”

Listening quietly to the whispers in his ears. Jingjing feeling the long-lost warmth, Lei Zhen nodded vigorously. He stretched out his big hand and hugged the tiger head standing on the side into their arms.

He took a deep breath and raised a big smile hard, "Yes, everything will be fine in our family in the future. We will all be fine!"

...

In the two mixed teams, two serious illnesses were present, and forced to advance, it was equivalent to kicking them into the gates of hell.

Before it was dark, Lei Zhen found the campsite and issued an order to the genius: "Take people to collect some dry firewood and light a pile of fire, let everyone dry their clothes, and then roast some hot water. Make some hot food to drive away everyone's cold."

Hearing Lei Zhen's order, the genius was just a little stunned, and he quickly realized. "I understand, Brother Lei Zhen, you really caught the cripple kick, it's obvious that you want to piss off someone to death and it's not worth your life."

Lei Zhen also smiled, "Who told them to hold such a ragged submachine gun with a bayonet with an effective range of only 100 meters? We just want to light a big bonfire, and we just want to sleep here in a big magnificent manner.

Those Japanese devils were taught a lesson by us this afternoon. Before we could find out our true strength, I didn’t believe they dare to take the risk of launching an attack. “

"Yes, if I were the commander of the other party, I would not have acted too radically. And if we were to ignite our camp in a big way and expose our whereabouts, it would be strange if he was suspicious.

"The genius said in contemplation: "I think he sent scouts at most, hiding in a corner that was invisible and secretly collecting our intelligence."

A absolutely weird smile suddenly appeared on Lei Zhen's face, "You genius, don't forget that we are in a mountainous area where the terrain is changing, with jungles and rocks everywhere, and our vision is seriously affected.

I don’t want to clearly observe the appropriate location of our campsite.

Luo Sanpao has now taken Zhao Da Plague God to visit these places one by one. I have sufficient reason to think that the Plague God really should find a way to reduce the weight of the toolbox on his body. “

Lei Zhen was in a very good mood today. Looking at the stunned God of Great Plague, he reached out and patted the other person on the shoulder, and smiled and said, "Don't worry, we have time to learn from each other.

You take people to find firewood, I go out and fire a few shots. Even if we know that we may be singing the empty city plan, their commanders will only be more suspicious and random guessing with the beautiful annihilation battle in the afternoon."

Lei Zhen greeted him, and his son immediately jumped up, followed him in high spirits, and walked into the jungle.

The genius looked at the lush jungle and the mountains that had been washed by rain for several hours and became lush, and he couldn't help frowning. When he took out the matchbox from his pocket, water was flowing out of it before he had time to open it.

The ghost was really stunned. Although he was known as the ghost, he had to light a bonfire under such circumstances, which really made him feel like he was unable to use it. The matches were soaked into a pile of clean wooden sticks. Even if they were dried, it was impossible to use them again. Looking at the appearance of others, it was obvious that no one could miraculously find a fire-making tool that could be used from his body.

At this time, Lei Zhen was carrying the Somi 31 submachine gun that was smuggled through the black market with a lot of money, and walked slowly in the mountains with his son. Seeing the appearance of the father and son, he really felt relaxed and freehand.

Lei Zhen made a living condom outside the field mouse cave and the rabbit cave with thin ropes and branches. He waited for them to fall into the trap and strangled himself to death while struggling.

Lei Zhen pinched a steel needle with his fingers, turned it around the soybeans at will, drilled a small hole in the soybeans, filled the poison in, and then carefully sealed it again.

Put these highly toxic soybeans near water sources where animals often appear. Once these greedy guys eat poisonous soybeans.

If you run for more than 100 meters at most, you will fall to the ground. Lei Zhen can completely treat them with a sagittal treatment before they die, throwing away the internal organs, leaving only delicious pieces of meat.

Although this method sounds strange, if you can master the amount of potion and find prey in time, it is definitely a very effective mountain survival technique.

Whether it is running on the enclave in the sky, as long as the amount of meat on his body can make Lei Zhen look at him, Lei Zhen raised his hand without saying a word and shot him. There were almost no animals that could escape the rapid sniper of a special shooter who was proficient in sports assault warfare.

...

More than an hour later, when Lei Zhen returned to the camping site, he had a string of wild game hanging on his body.

Although the genius also found some dry firewood from the cave that was not drenched by the rain, it was said that a good woman could not cook without rice and had no tools to make fire.

Although he was also thinking about drilling wood into the cave man on the mountaintop to make fire, as long as he looked at the two pieces of wood that were constantly rubbing but not even a trace of black scorch marks, no one would have any hope for the genius to make fire.

And at the feet of the genius, the few white stones with knock marks showed that this versatile genius had tried the same ancient survival technique as flint making fire.

As the saying goes, those who have attained enlightenment have many helpers, while those who have lost their power have few helpers. There are too many geniuses who usually deceive people. At this time, those brothers who grew up together actually stood by and none of them helped them complete the great cause of making fire.

Maybe he had heard too many bad words from Sun Shangxiang, and even Ling Weicheng, the teacher's wife who had always been helpful, would sit there, reaching out to support her chin with her hands and looking at her admiring eyes.

Watching the genius get busy among a few stones and wood, he is busy creating a bonfire.

Lei Zhen put down his prey. He picked up a piece of firewood from the ground, and used a homemade fighting saber to scrape a layer of dry bark from it. He twisted it slightly with his hands and kneaded the bark into a small piece of fragments.

Lei Zhen took out a southern pistol bullet for a Type 100 submachine gun from the magazine, removed the bullet head, poured all the gunpowder in the bullet shell onto a piece of paper, mixed them with the fragments of the tree bark, then filled the mixture into the bullet shell, and then used a small ball of paper to tighten the bullet shell.

In front of the genius, Lei Zhen pressed the bullet without a bullet again into the magazine and then reversed the gun.

"Bang!"

With a light and crisp gunshot, the bark shot out of the muzzle burned, but before Lei Zhen grabbed a piece of bark and brought the fire up, the bark mixed in the gunpowder was extinguished.

"What a mess? It's not good to hit people, and it can't even make a fire. But I see that the bayonet on it is quite suitable for a fork for barbecue food."

With a disapproving expression, Lei Zhen casually threw the 100-type submachine gun that had just been seized from the enemy without much time, and then took out a 7.92mm caliber light machine gun bullet from the rabbit's machine gun magazine.

He watched Lei Zhen pull out the bullet of the machine gun again. Although he was very grateful to Lei Zhen for helping them eliminate a Japanese army that had been chasing them for a few days and was covered in blood of their brothers. Although he was very grateful to Lei Zhen for ordering the doctor to treat their captain's wounds, seeing Lei Zhen's behavior, several guerrillas still snorted involuntarily.

Zhao Jun looked at the guerrillas who fought ten times more hard than her in order to protect her these days. She quietly pulled the ball and asked in a low voice: "Lei Zhen's method looks good, very creative. At least I didn't expect that he could use bullets to make fire.

But why do you all seem to disagree with it?"

"We didn't think about using bullets to make fire, we didn't dare to think about it at all."

Erdan looked at the bullet in Lei Zhen's hand with the bullet that had already pulled out of the bullet and said, "The guns and bullets we use have to rely on ourselves to get from the enemy's hands. Every bullet is our devotional treasure. I usually like to hide in the quilt and count the bullets.

Even if you encounter an enemy.

If we were not sure, we would not shoot randomly. We usually fought guerrilla warfare, and we were often chased by the enemy and hid in the deep mountains and forests. At that time, we were thinking about destroying an enemy with one bullet and seizing more bullets from them. How could we use bullets to make fire? In my opinion, this is what the political commissar told us.

Typically playboy style!”

Playboy style?!
To be continued...