The lonely wandering child wants to survive, not to mention in the Republic of China where material resources are not rich, it is impossible to do anything unconventional in the future.

The boy who doesn't know how to observe the surrounding environment and runs away at any time. He is afraid that he will be hungry or beaten to death when he has been on the edge of the city since he was a child.

This is the observational talent that is squeezed out by survival.

With such a talented observer, the crow has become much easier.

"Damn Niliangbi, I can't hit the distance, and I can't hit the nearest?" The crow looked at the Japanese soldiers who were getting closer and were not surprised but happy. He thought for a moment, threw away the light machine gun that was not easy to use, and picked up the familiar muffle gun.

Soon, the five-man Japanese team entered the broken wall area, which was only 20 meters away from the top of the pagoda. The crow carrying a muffled gun let out a sigh of relief, "Bao bh!" He swept over the Japanese infantry with a bullet.

Several Japanese soldiers rolled on the ground with infantry's tactical actions, hid in the broken wing room, using the remaining brick walls to cover up, and the tactical actions were standard and fast.

"Uncle Crow, how many Japanese can be killed this time?" The little bald man blinked his eyes full of expectations.

"Don't worry, say at least two or three, you've lie down after not watching?" The crow leaned over the hole and watched the movements of the Japanese army, while bent on his teeth.

From the picture, all the Japanese were beaten down, but he really didn't know how many hits.

"Machine gun cover, Honda Sang, you two are moving forward quickly, don't worry, the Chinese are really bad!" The Japanese top corps rolled a few times and hid behind the broken wall. After scanning the wall, they found that the four soldiers who followed him had good arms and legs, so their courage naturally aroused.

When two Japanese infantry rushed out of the ruins and ran wildly with explosive bags, the crow poured out all the bullets that had not been fired just now. He didn't see that he had hit it or not. He threw the empty shell gun into the hand of the bald man, picked up the Czech light machine gun and pulled the bolt and continued to sweep.

These two Japanese can carry explosive packs. If the Japanese are asked to blow up the bottom of the tower, not only will he die, but the little guy behind him will also be doomed. The crow under the life and death crisis will have no target to kill ten Japanese troops in his mind.

He just hugged the light machine gun and swept it, pulled the trigger without letting go, and used a long shot to empty the twenty-round magazine.

Then, he threw down the machine gun, picked up Hanyang Zao, which had already been put on a magazine next to him, pulled the bolt and fired at the yellow shit that was vaguely visible in his sight, and then pulled the bolt and fired.

Under the crisis, the potential of the human body is completely squeezed out.

The Crow never thought that he would shoot so quickly, and the terrifying recoil of the machine gun and rifle seemed to have no effect on him at all.

Now he is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to be killed easily by the Japanese, and he also brings a boy with a similar experience as his childhood.

He hopes the boy will live.

Outside the tower, the three light machine guns used by the Japanese army to cover never stopped firing, including infantry rifles. Dozens of Japanese infantry also knew that if the two blasters succeeded, they would at least not have to worry about fighting the "crazy" Chinese on the top of the tower.

The Chinese who had no way out to retreat would spare no life, and they were unwilling to be buried with him.

The blazing bullet flow swept the stone chips on the pagoda, and even bullets passed through holes and shot into the pagoda. However, the Buddha appeared again. Not only did he hit the two people in the pagoda, but even the ripples that were not regular enough were just passing by.

Xia Dayu's dark and straight eyebrows were cut by a jump, like a sharp sword slashing it into two pieces, but miraculously did not hurt the deeper flesh. It was just a black dot the size of a bean was burned by the hot bullet, just like an extra mole in the eyebrows.

No one knows the origin of the mole in the eyebrows of the young soldier who was later called "broken eyebrows", and he never mentioned it.

Because, in the heart of a boy, it was the connection mark left by the Buddha for Uncle Crow who had only been with him for a short time.

Whenever he frowned in difficulty, he would think of the misty autumn, a shirtless young man with a furious marksmanship, trying his best to stand in front of the boy.

No matter how difficult it is, it is just a fight between life.

Just like now, no one knows how many bullets were hit on this pagoda that has not collapsed after hundreds of years of wind and frost, and it was not until a few years after this war that the workers responsible for repairing the pagoda counted through the bullet holes on the pagoda wall to confirm that the crazy Japanese army poured more than 1,000 bullets on the pagoda wall.

The tower was filled with choking smoke. The crow used three types of guns to shoot 45 bullets in one breath. It was not until he found that the smoke caused by the gun was almost unable to see outside the tower, so he stopped shooting.

"Uncle Crow, you killed the Japanese." The little bald man, who had not noticed that he had become a broken eyebrows, put one eye into the hole and shouted excitedly.

Two shit yellow lying on the ground less than 10 meters away from the pagoda. However, this time, the little bald man was finally sure that the crow really killed two Japanese troops.

Because, when the Japanese army was lying on their slums, the blood flowing out was like a stream flowing into the distance, winding and twisting, extremely obvious.

The two Japanese soldiers were each hit five shots. Whether it was the 7.92 round-headed bullet made by Hanyang, the 7.63 bullet of the squad gun or the Czech 7.92 bullet, the lethality was much greater than the 6.5-caliber pointed bullet of the Japanese Type 38 rifle. One shot could cost a life, let alone hit several shots.

No longer pursuing the results, he focused on shooting at the target and then shooting. The crow accidentally understood the essence of the shooting. In addition, the distance was close, and the shell gun was his handy gun, and it was a continuous-haired style. Only when the two Japanese infantry were not beaten into honeycombs was really the master Amaterasu who came to fight the Buddha.

"Haha, Uncle Crow, it turns out that Nong was really lying to the Japanese devils at the beginning! Alah understands, this is a tactic." The little bald man looked at the silent Japanese corpse on the ground not far away. Not only was he not afraid, he smiled.

What made the young man happy was not that he successfully reaped the brilliant results of the two Japanese devils, but that the heroic Uncle Crow in his mind did not disappoint his imagination. As long as Uncle Crow is still so awesome, then how many Japanese devils came to die?

The boy never expected that since the crow fired the first shot from here, they had actually fallen into a place of death. The only worship of the clay Buddha in Xilin Temple was the clay Buddha. Now they were burned to black by the burning bomb.

If you want to live, you may really have to rely on miracles.

crow.......

Looking at the boy's joyful face and his eyebrows that were split by the jump, he really couldn't bear to tell the truth. He really just relied on his luck!

However, being able to kill the Japanese is a skill.

As long as the Japanese dare to come, he dares to fight.

There are still two hundred rounds of machine rifle bullets, four full magazines for the wreck gun, and one of the grenades is useless. He has the confidence to deal with these cowards for another hour.

For Xiong Yi, who was observing not far away, he saw his two subordinates being shot dead with his own eyes, and was happy instead of anger.

The purpose of his dispatch of this five-member team was actually very simple, it was just a test.

It not only tests whether there are Chinese people in the ruins of the temple, but also tests the true strength of the Chinese people on the top of the pagoda.

If there was an ambush in the ruins, a five-person group that was not too much or too little would be thrown to them, at least to save his lives and his close subordinates.

It seems that there is no ambush in the ruins, and he can see the reality of the Chinese firepower point at the top of the pagoda.

Yes, through the attack intensity from the top of the pagoda, Japanese veterans who have participated in more than a dozen battles of all sizes are already sure that there are only one Chinese on the top of the pagoda. Although they are machine guns, mullers and rifles, judging from the shooting rate and the frequency of gun change, they can only be shot by one person.

He even judged that in terms of shooting accuracy or firepower allocation, the enemy who could not see the figure was not considered an experienced veteran. If Komura Kazuichi was in that position, he was sure that he only needed 5 bullets at most to send the two to Amaterasu.

Komura Beari turned his eyes to the Japanese squad on the other side.

He had already made sacrifices to let his two subordinates be cannon fodder to test the strength of the Chinese in the temple. Now, it is natural that the other two teams should work hard.

The other sergeant did not hesitate. With a wave of his hand, a five-person team was on standby. A Japanese squad over there also sent a similar lineup.

But this time, the blasting soldiers are basically the main ones, and they will attack from both sides.

The Chinese are destined to lose sight of one thing.
Chapter completed!