The two got up in the middle of the night and added branches a few times. They spent a pretty comfortable night under the heat of the bonfire.

There are still dozens of bullets left for the small pistol, and this gun practice trip can only end here.

On the way back, Zhao Jingzhi said that he would buy another gun and 1,000 bullets, and he would be able to train within 20 meters. Wang Hong immediately agreed that his wife had the ability to protect herself, but she had to offer many bullets.

Xiaoxue fell down, and the two walked to the edge of the woods and saw a side tricycle coming from a distance.

This thing is very novel and the Japanese cannot make it. They can only imitate Harley motorcycles in full proportion, and the key components must be imported from the original factory.

Wang Hong immediately pulled Zhao Jingzhi and hid in the snow nest beside the woods, and whispered to her: "You use these Japanese soldiers to test the guns, and I will respond."

He wanted Zhao Jingzhi to practice guns with living people, so that he could have the ability to be calm and cope on the battlefield after seeing blood.

He had also seen blood by his grandfather in a similar way, but he just killed not a living person.

Zhao Jingzhi was still very comfortable in practicing guns, but when Wang Hong said he wanted to practice guns with living people, he suddenly became panicked and looked at Wang Hong with some grievance: "You shoot."

Wang Hong knew that she was timid and dared not, so he only said two words: "Come on!" After that, he put the big belly box on and looked at her.

But Zhao Jingzhi rubbed his head, held the small pistol in his hand, pulled it up, and then lowered his head silently.

Wang Hong had no choice but to touch her with his shoulder, looked at him with encouragement, and waved the gun in his hand, and there was no other meaning.

Zhao Jingzhi then raised her head reluctantly.

It is easy to ambush three Japanese on the motorcycle. The car is not big, and the person is sitting in the car again. His big belly box can be swept.

For Zhao Jingzhi, it is indeed a rare practical opportunity.

The speed of the side tricycle was not fast, but it soon arrived at the front of the snow nest. The three Japanese soldiers on the car didn't know that there was a pair of deadly mandarin ducks in the woods and were about to send them on the road.

It was a good opportunity to shoot, but Zhao Jingzhi held a small pistol, his hands trembling slightly, and did not dare to shoot.

Wang Hong couldn't help but scream: "That!"

The three Japanese soldiers on the motorcycle heard the sound and immediately braked.

Wang Hong was about to sweep the big belly box, but Zhao Jingzhi gritted his teeth and leaned on Wang Hong's left shoulder. He raised his hand and shot out all six bullets from the small pistol.

Six bullets only hit two of them at a distance of 20 meters. One fell on the spot, and the other had to struggle to pick up the weapon.

The Japanese soldier who was not shot quickly jumped off the motorcycle and picked up the gun and was about to aim, but Wang Hong's big belly box immediately swept over and completely knocked the three people to the ground.

Seeing that all the Japanese soldiers were lying on the ground, Zhao Jingzhi leaned softly on him.

Wang Hong hugged her, but saw her standing there like a wooden man, and tears fell to the ground like a broken bead.

Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, sorrow, fear, and shock. This is the situation when most people first see blood.

According to grandpa, there are various connections between "killing aura", "bad aura", "harmful aura" and "yin and yang", "qi and blood", and "spirit". However, Wang Hong did not listen. Anyway, the conclusion is that there is nothing wrong if you don't feel guilty. Why do you remember those complicated statements?

Wang Hong pointed the gun in his hand at the three Japanese soldiers who were still reflexing their nerves on the ground, and whispered to coax his wife: "It's okay, it's okay."

But until the three Japanese soldiers on the ground were holding the corpse stopped moving, Zhao Jingzhi recovered a little. She turned around, shook Wang Hong's hand away, and muttered in a low voice: "If you say you're okay, you're fine?"

After saying that, he turned his back and sat on the suitcase beside him. Seeing that she was deliberately hiding from him, Wang Hong knew that she needed time to adjust, so he walked to the motorcycle by himself.

The three Japanese soldiers on the ground had long lost their breath. Wang Hong circled around the motorcycle, but wanted to drive but didn't understand. He looked at it and felt itchy. After a long time of envy, he could only give up this treasure.

He took off all the bags and leather bags carried by each Japanese soldier, took off both rifles, and took all the bullets. Then he took Zhao Jingzhi, who was still soft, and left here.

The two walked through the village and walked around several places.

On the way, Wang Hong kept several military ration bags from his shoulder bags. The bag should be a file bag, and he carried it on his body for the time being.

When they arrived at a remote place, Wang Hongsai gave Zhao Jingyi a rifle. The two of them randomly found a target, fired up all the bullets of the rifle, and threw them away. It was not until not far from the station that the two hid and rested, waiting for darkness.

Here, Wang Hong opened the file package and found that it was all documents. The two of them were lazy to look at it, so they directly scratched matches and wrapped the pieces of paper away, and threw the bag into the snow.

Zhao Jing's expression behind her was quite normal, but she kept pressing on a stone in her heart.

Being forced to shoot was completely different from her husband's killing. In her eyes, she kept thinking: He asked me to kill. But she always felt itchy in her skin, and there were always some dark shadows flying around in places where her eyes didn't see it.

Wang Hong saw that she looked a little unfamiliar, so he hugged her and asked her to take a nap first.

Falling in Wang Hong's arms, Zhao Jingzhi felt a little at ease, suppressed her mood for most of the day and relaxed. Her mental fatigue soon made her fall asleep in Wang Hong's arms.

He returned to the scene where he was held in his arms and the bullet was chasing him behind him.

This time, Wang Hong ran and ran, and kept stopping. She wanted to jump down and run with him.

But no matter what she said, Wang Hongxiang couldn't hear it, but she kept running, just like running on the spot, and couldn't run anyway.

Zhao Jingzhi watched several Japanese soldiers chase after him, and they were very close to him, and they were almost pressing on their bodies, so he looked for a gun.

I can shoot, where is my gun? Where is my gun?

Somehow, the small pistol came to her hand. It seemed that she pointed the small pistol and several Japanese soldiers fell to the ground.

She let out a sigh and said to Wang Hong who was still running, "I'm practicing a gun, and I can protect you."

But the dead Japanese soldiers turned into ghosts and circled around her, unable to drive away with their hands or even hit them with guns. She was so scared that she patted Wang Hong and shouted: "Wang Hong, stop, the ghost wants to catch me."

After shouting, she woke up and saw Wang Hong looking at him.

This is a nightmare.

Wang Hong comforted: "Have you had a nightmare? It's okay, I'm here."

Zhao Jingzhi pleaded on him, thinking that this was a lifelong thing, so he said what he thought.

In the concept of orthodox women in Jiangnan, marriage should abide by the etiquette and ethics of inheritance (transmitting the family line) and carrying out housework and serving life.

This era is still moving forward, but most women are not that radical.

Freedom of marriage and freedom of divorce seem very rational, but few people who advocate can say convincing truths, and many of them obviously seek benefits for men, which makes traditional people feel uncomfortable.

Scan the list of celebrities at this time, regardless of politicians, warlords, or poets, those who have not divorced or marry each other are the mainstream. You three wives and three couples are rare.

Wang Hong was her lifelong reliance, serving, obedience, fulfilling her obligations, and even practicing shooting and killing people, just to be able to follow Wang Hong's footsteps and not be disliked.

Wang Hong was speechless when he heard these heart-wrenching words. He could not express anything in words except hugging her tightly.

It took a long time to say to Zhao Jingzhi: "Send my father-in-law and his family to Shanghai, and we will go back to Shandong and find a peaceful place to live."
Chapter completed!