Snatching the gun? A joke!

After the battle just now, the sniper 98K can have good headshot accuracy in 600 meters. The fat man once knew from a piece of information that the gun should have been factory in Germany, so he specially selected it as a sniper rifle. As for how Commander Zhang got it, it was not within his consideration.

However, he liked something like that, so he continued to smoke his own cigarettes, not losing to Captain Zhang.

Seeing that the fat man was not only indifferent, but also so arrogant, Battalion Commander Zhang glared at the fat man, his eyes full of murderous intent. He pulled the bolt of the Czech light machine gun and sprayed his anger at any time to knock the fat man into a sieve.

"You said this gun is yours, do you have any proof?" Facing the black muzzle, the fat man was still unmoved, just holding the sniper 98K in his hand and said lightly.

"I... this gun is mine anyway." Battalion Commander Zhang was speechless. As a soldier, even his gun was taken away. This was not only embarrassing, but also related to his life, but also lost the dignity of a soldier.

"You said this gun is yours, and you call it, as long as it responds, this gun is yours." The fat man was never afraid of trouble. He knocked on the other party and snatched the other party's love gun, causing the other party to lose the dignity of a soldier. He was about to go to the national army, and he was afraid there was no hope, so he simply did it all. This gun must not be allowed.

"Hmph! Stubborn!" Battalion Commander Zhang couldn't help but get angry. No one dared to be so unreasonable in front of him. As a top student who graduated from the Berlin Army Military Academy, Battalion Commander Zhang could never tolerate being ignored, let alone being knocked out by a stick and taking away a gun.

He couldn't even keep his gun, and he was snatched by himself and had the nerve to ask for it and took it back. The fat man had a bad impression of Battalion Commander Zhang in an instant, so he was too lazy to pay attention to Battalion Commander Zhang.

"How do you want to return the gun to me?" In front of so many people, Battalion Commander Zhang really didn't dare to shoot the fat man. This fat man killed so many Japanese soldiers. If he shot the fat man directly in front of his subordinates and the Eighth Route Army, it would definitely make people wrong and gain a bad reputation.

"I'll talk about it if you can win." The fat man said calmly. They were all soldiers. The fat man felt that he would have to annoy him to death if he didn't show his skills.

"Fighting gun?" Captain Zhang's eyes narrowed. He just checked the body of the Japanese squad leader and the fat man's sniper point, and found that the shortest one was 600 meters and 600 meters headshot. He thought he was far from the same, and he would definitely not win the fight with this fat man.

"No!" The fat man refused very simply.

"What should I compare?" Captain Zhang touched the cold sweat on his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. The gun fight was really hard to compare with this fat man, let alone if he lost in front of the Eighth Route Army, he would be embarrassed to throw him into friendly forces.

Close-up fighting? Captain Zhang was even more unsure. He just slapped the fat man and knew that the fat man not only understood the human body structure, but also had very skillful techniques, and was even more obedient than the veteran who was a specialist. He really didn't have the confidence to get a bargain in close fighting.

"Get lots." The fat man lit another Hard gate, took a leisurely sip, and said, squirting a cigarette.

Battalion Commander Zhang almost fell. He thought the fat man would compete with military subjects to win or lose. He didn't expect to use such a scattered lot to determine the ownership of a German 98K?

But he didn't know that after the battle just now, the fat man was already hot and tired. In this hot weather, military skills were more desirable than fighting. Is the fat man's life? I was forced to kill a small team of Japanese soldiers just now, which made the fat man hate the hot weather.

Just now, Wang Yi rescued Battalion Commander Zhang and briefly said that this fat man was the Japanese translator and was familiar with the Japanese and puppet army's defense. If he could learn from the fat man's mouth that the Japanese and puppet army's city defense would be considered a great success through the blockade line.

A few days ago, Battalion Commander Zhang received the order of the upsurge, asking him and the Eighth Route Army to escort several doctors to the Japanese-occupied area. When the team arrived at the county town, they found that there were heavy troops guarding the main road leading to the Japanese-occupied area, but the other roads were scattered with minefields, blocking the road they were advancing.

The teams on both sides were only more than ten, and they had to protect several doctors. They definitely could not force themselves to break through the levels guarded by the Japanese and puppet troops, nor could they take Jingui's doctors to the minefield. They could only understand the Japanese and puppet troops' minefields first to be able to get out of their way. Unfortunately, three waves of reconnaissance teams were sent in installments, but none of them caught a valuable prisoner. They even entered the minefield and damaged several people, let alone passed through the county town.

Now the Japanese and puppet troops seemed to have noticed that there was a team like them in the defense area, and increased their search efforts. The longer they were delayed outside the city, the more they would be found by the Japanese and puppet troops.

As the Japanese translator, Fatty mastered the deployment of the Japanese and puppet troops in the city and minefield arrangements, which increased the team's chances of passing through the defense zone. If the fat man was killed with one shot, the team would not easily pass the Japanese and puppet troops' defense zones and minefields.

"Okay, then draw lots." Captain Zhang was silent for a while, so he nodded and agreed.

As a top student at the Berlin Military Academy in Germany in his early years, he knew very well the tactical qualities of this fat man, and he was really not sure of being able to compete with him.

What's more, the fat man who blocked the entire team of Japanese devils with himself, even though he was the translator of the second Japanese devils, he saved everyone. Battalion Commander Zhang really didn't dare to shoot the fat man. When the fat man proposed to draw lots, he just let him go down.

The fat man turned his back to Battalion Commander Zhang, broke two branches, removed the leaves and rubbed them for a while, then clasped the two branches with both hands, blocked the tails of the branches with his body and clothes, and then turned around and said to Battalion Commander Zhang, "The two branches in my hand, do you think they are long or short? If you win, you win, and who will be the gun."

"Pull it out." Captain Zhang nodded. This method is not only simple, but also not harmful to the harmony. The most important thing is that when the fat man turned around and tinkered with his eyes, he had already recorded one of the long ones, and there was a worm spot on the head of the branch.

"Confirm?" The fat man's cheeks twitched, and a hint of panic flashed across his little eyes. He continued to ask, "How about you consider it again?"

"Confirm! Whoever draws the long branches is the master of this sniper 98K." Captain Zhang saw the fat man's expression in his eyes and sneered in his heart.

There are many military tactics, and war is a treacherous way.

After being smug by the fat man once, he carefully observed the fat man's performance in sniping the Japanese and puppet troops, and also looked at the thunder crater. He knew that the fat man was a guy with tricks and was very silenced. The so-called reality is weak, and the virtual one is real.

Captain Zhang without hesitation sucked the branch without insect spots, and the more he sucked out, the longer the branches, the more panicked the fat man's face became.

"Haha, how about it? The gun should belong to me." Captain Zhang pinched the branches about half a foot long and laughed at the fat man. The humiliation of being robbed of the gun, and being tied up by the fat man was gone at this moment, as if he had avenged his revenge for killing his father.

"Oh!" The fat man shook his head and sighed, glanced at Captain Zhang with a disappointed expression, slowly pulled out the remaining branches, and said while thrusting: "Sometimes people are too smart, it is also a mistake."

"What?" Captain Zhang didn't know why this fat man said this. After only a while, he understood the meaning of this sentence, and his face suddenly turned gray.
Chapter completed!