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The Japanese soldier's mind was only one thought that repeated... "Impossible!"

You should know that this place is on the Suzhou River surface. The terrain gap is enough to form a dead end of firepower. The Chinese soldiers guarding the Sihang Warehouse are simply impossible to hit him!

A single pierced through his body and hit the warhead on the ship deck. With a slight sound, he slowly rolled from the side of the Japanese soldier who was fatally injured. He looked at the bullet that broke half of his thigh. Even though the Japanese soldier was already sweating all over his body, even though he had already had tears and snot all over his face, he still showed a strong look of disbelief on his face.

Because the one hit his thigh was a Type 38 rifle bullet. He knew very well that the bullets shot from this Type 38 rifle were extremely penetrating. After hitting the target at close range, it often penetrated directly. Because the instantaneous stagnation of the bullet was too poor, it often only left a small bullet hole on the target, and there was no need to perform surgery to remove the bullet. Therefore, if you were hit by this bullet, as long as you did not suffer a fatal injury, there was a high possibility of recovery.

However, this bullet completely broke his thighs, flesh and bones. The only difference between it and ordinary bullets is that someone uses a bayonet to saw a cross-shaped intersection on the bullet. The person who shot this bullet used such a simple but practical method to increase the lethality of the bullet.

Yang Huimin suddenly widened her eyes.

She rubbed her eyes in disbelief. At this time, her expression was so wonderful that she was like a ghost. However, she was lying in the trench twenty or thirty meters on her left, holding a Type 38 rifle I found from somewhere in my hand, and wearing a figure who was at least two-digit scout uniform. Isn’t it the Lei Zhen, who said he could not swim and should have returned to the refugee camp as soon as possible?!

Lei Zhen pulled the bolt, and a bullet was still blazing with white smoke. He jumped out of the rifle's chamber happily, pulling a short arc in the air.

"Bang!"

The crisp gunshot rang on the deck and tried to help his companion's second Japanese soldier, who fell to the ground. This time, Lei Zhen did not attack the second soldier's thigh. The extremely powerful Type 38 rifle bullet hit the opponent's head directly at a distance of only 100 meters. Yang Huimin could clearly see that a red and white blood arrow suddenly shot out from both sides of the man squatting in front of the wounded.

He pulled the bolt again and gently blew the bullet shell that fell in front of him. White smoke that had already affected his sight came out. Lei Zhen's head did not twist. He just stared at the patrol boat that was parked in the Suzhou River, only one hundred meters away from them, and said in a deep voice: "Go quickly!"

Looking at Lei Zhen's pair of impeccable hands, his amazingly accurate marksmanship, and his face that was so dull that he didn't even have a trace of emotional fluctuations, Yang Huimin was really shocked.

"Bang!"

Lei Zhen pulled the trigger again, and the third Japanese soldier fell head-on on the deck. At this time, two bodies had fallen from the deck of the patrol boat, and a wounded soldier who was destined to be with crutches for the rest of his life.

"Bang!"

Knowing that there was a super shooter ambushing on the shore, he would be sniped as soon as he rushed out of the cabin, so no third Japanese soldier rushed out of the cabin, but Lei Zhen fired a fourth shot! The bullets shot from the rifle chamber accurately hit the wounded soldier who almost bit off his teeth in order not to make a sound.

The fourth bullet hit the injured soldier's other intact leg. This bullet, Lei Zhen, did not do anything on the bullet, so this bullet just made a bullet hole in the injured soldier's leg, so the injured soldier did not faint due to excessive pain.

So... Although the wounded soldier was desperately suppressing and patient, the second bullet hit him, which made him still unable to help but let out a depressing scream.

Lei Zhen licked his lips gently. He continued to wait. After waiting for a few seconds, when he saw that no one was rushing out of the cabin, Lei Zhen frowned slightly. Looking at Yang Huimin and tens of thousands of Chinese people across the Suzhou River, Lei Zhen actually looked at the Japanese wounded soldier who was lying in a pool of blood, his whole body trembling constantly, and his expression on his face was even more ferocious as a ghost. He pulled the trigger again.

"Why..."

Another blood arrow splashed from the wounded soldier. This time, the bullet shot from Lei Zhen hit his right arm. The wounded soldier trembled, and the bayonet he had finally pulled out fell on the deck of the ship, making a crisp "defying" sound. He seemed to want to use this bayonet to commit suicide, but Lei Zhen did not give him a chance.

"Bang!"

The fifth bullet shot from Lei Zhen hit the wounded's left arm again. At this time, the wounded soldier had one thigh and two arms were broken. Although his whole body was bleeding, his injury could not be fatal immediately. He could only twitch his whole body and fell on the deck, and suddenly let out a cry of extreme despair: "Please, no matter who it is, kill me!"

Lei Zhen did not replace the magazine for the rifle. He seized more than one rifle from the Japanese soldiers who attacked Sihang Warehouse at night because he was injured and did not withdraw from the battlefield in time. Lei Zhen threw away the rifle that had empty bullets and grabbed the second weapon that had already been prepared.

"Bang!"

The sixth bullet shell rolled happily in the air, and could no longer bear the companions struggling and wailing in the pool of blood, but he could only hide in a safe corner. He was carrying a rifle that had already pulled the bolt and just rushed out of the cabin and fell head-on on the deck.

Yang Huimin felt cold all over her body. She stared blankly at the wounded soldier who was lying in a pool of blood and twisting her body desperately. She finally understood why Lei Zhen did not shoot the enemy with one shot. He used this wounded soldier as bait to attract the Japanese soldiers hiding in the cabin and rushed out one after another. If they were threatened by death and were unwilling to show up again, Lei Zhen would slowly attack the soldier who was still alive and could scream.

As long as there is a little bloody man, who can watch his comrades and partners be shot by the enemy one after another, using the most disabled method of Lingchi?

The Japanese soldier who was lying in a pool of blood and was hit by three bullets all over his body suddenly tried his best to lift his upper body, and then, in full view of everyone, hit the hard deck under his body.

"Cha..."

The terrible sound as if a wooden stick was broken from the chin of the Japanese soldier who knelt on the deck. In order not to let himself scream again, and in order not to let other companions rush out of the cabin like a moth to the flame, the soldier actually knocked his chin and bit his tongue.

"Even the tongue is broken?"

Yang Huimin, who was lying in the trench, clearly heard Lei Zhen’s muttering to himself, “Then I want you, what’s the use?”

"Bang!"

The Japanese soldier who had no longer had a human appearance, a blood arrow sputtered on his body again. His body, which was riddled with holes, suddenly contracted into the shape of a big shrimp, and then slowly relaxed. Lei Zhen's shot finally hit him in the vital light.

As he walked towards death, the Japanese soldier, whose body was covered in blood, his face was covered with tears and snot, actually raised a calm smile on his face. He... was finally relieved.
Chapter completed!