Chapter 106 Not Important

...A gentleman judges by deeds rather than by the heart, and judging by the heart, no one in the world is perfect.

During the long war with the Japanese, I met all kinds of people. Some of them were selfless, some were honest, some had all kinds of bad habits, and some were even evil people in the absolute sense.

But no matter who these evil people are, as long as they are willing to fight the devils with all their heart and soul, then they are my brothers and sisters on the battlefield.

I can use my chest to block the enemy's bullets for them...

...Excerpt from Hu Biao's diary collection "Hu Shuo"...

It's amazing! In a battle of weapons that are not even on the same level.

Da Hammer, a gas supply worker in the modern dimension, actually successfully resolved the serious threat posed to Hu Biao and his men by the Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gun in a short period of time.

Unfortunately, the specific method was not what Hu Biao and he hoped, which was to suppress the opponent with firepower.

Instead, he quickly fired a volley of bullets at the target.

Although he failed to hit the main and deputy gunners of the Type 92 heavy machine gun, he successfully threatened the other party, or rather attracted the other party's attention.

So the Japanese main shooter with a face full of flesh quickly turned the muzzle of his gun and fired at Dahammer with all his strength.

In this way, Da Hammer temporarily solved the huge threat posed to Hu Biao and his men by the heavy machine gun.

Then the buddy Hammer was in trouble. He was suppressed by the opponent's more brutal firepower and shooting skills.

As for how long the sledgehammer can hold off the opponent, it depends on how long he can hold on while being chased by a Type 92 heavy machine gun.

Anyway, after quickly finishing a magazine, Sledgehammer took a new magazine from the assistant shooter's hand, and his poor assistant shooter was shot into a sieve.

Not daring to stay there any longer, Dahammer rolled a long way away in a panic.

Then, he just replaced the magazine and fired a three-round burst.

The Japanese main shooter moved the muzzle of his gun and launched another fierce fire, which made Dahammer feel incredible pressure.

On the one hand, there is the Type 92 heavy machine gun that uses a -round copper plate magazine for ammunition.

Sure enough, in terms of sustained firepower, it was much more powerful than the Czech light machine gun in his hand which only had a 20-round magazine.

On the other hand, the Japanese main shooter's level of using heavy machine guns is really much stronger than that of sledgehammers, which is the most fatal point.

Look! After a short exchange of fire, the sledgehammer was hit.

Not shot, but not any better.

The Japanese fired a volley of bullets, hitting him only ten centimeters in front of him. The flying sand and gravel immediately hit his face, causing a sharp pain, and a small amount of sand also splashed into his eyes.

Normally, such things would be considered trivial on the battlefield and would not cause much damage.

The actual situation is definitely not that simple.

The flying sand and gravel generate huge heat when hit by bullets, making them become boiling hot and having greater lethality, especially to the fragile human eyes.

After the gravel hit his eye socket, Hammer felt a huge stinging pain instantly.

Everything went dark before my eyes and I could no longer see anything.

This kind of instant blindness, especially on the battlefield, is an extreme psychological injury, and those who have not experienced it will never understand how desperate it is.

But the responsibility on his shoulders and the hatred for the Japanese that has penetrated deep into his blood.

Let Dahammer, a gas supply worker in the modern dimension, forcibly suppress this feeling of despair.

He gritted his teeth and rolled back and forth on the spot. After rolling seven or eight times, he would pick up his gun and fire three bursts of shots in the direction he remembered.

At this point, the sledgehammer actually no longer expected to be able to destroy the Type 92 heavy machine gun.

The only hope in his heart was to delay the other party for a little longer, but he knew that it was difficult to do so.

"Big idiot! Why don't you drive faster? I can't take it anymore."

After emptying another magazine, he pulled out a spare magazine from his waist and fumbled to replace it. The hammer that had been shot in the left shoulder roared silently from his heart...

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At the command to "switch guns," Uncle Bo habitually passed his newly empty Type 38 rifle to his right rear position. That's right! Uncle Bo hadn't used his original Mauser rifle in combat for quite some time.

The main reason was that in the previous battle at Epiphany Temple, the original Mauser rifle was used too harshly.

This caused the rifling in the barrel to wear out severely, and the bullet became somewhat erratic after being fired a hundred meters away, making it no longer suitable for use as a sniper rifle.

Fortunately, the Japanese's Type 38 rifle had a pretty good accuracy rate, especially when firing, the muzzle flame was relatively small, making it more difficult for the enemy to detect it.

Therefore, Uncle Bo picked out a Type 38 rifle in better condition from the captured rifles, which he could continue to use.

As for the command "Change guns" that he just shouted, it can only be said that any normal person will have some selfish motives.

Based on this point, if possible, Uncle Bo naturally hopes that more people among this group of Gui army brothers can survive, and it would be best if all of them can survive.

But he himself knew that it was impossible, so he could only settle for the second best and hope that the one with whom he had the best relationship among this group of Gui soldiers could survive.

For example: Huang Sanxi, the former cook with a mouth full of yellow teeth.

For this reason, considering that if there is someone to help him load bullets during the battle, his sniping efficiency will be greatly increased and the effect will be the best.

He chose Huang Sanxi to play a relatively safe role that did not require him to rush to the front.

But in such a fierce battlefield, if you are a little unlucky, you will die for all kinds of ridiculous reasons. There is no place that is absolutely safe.

Look! With the command of "change guns",
Uncle Bo's outstretched hand was not the same as before, but soon a rifle loaded with bullets was in his hand.

I turned my head instinctively and found that Huang Sanxi had fallen to the ground with his head tilted back.

There was a glaring bloodstain on his left chest, and his face was full of pain. His good intentions were ineffective, and Huang Sanxi was still shot.

Instinctively, Uncle Bo took out a ball of gauze from the medical bag on his waist and applied pressure to Huang Sanxi's wound.

As a result, Huang Sanxi immediately grabbed his hands tightly, staring at him with a pair of big eyes, and with blood foaming from his mouth, he spoke with difficulty:

“Commander Bo, you must be careful of Liu Delu who is leaning behind the division headquarters.

He, he promised me some benefits and asked me to get close to you, gain your trust first, and then find out where the penicillin came from.

I'm sorry! I was confused and agreed to it. "

At this time, Uncle Bo finally reacted.
Why did Huang Sanxi hesitate for a long time before finally agreeing when he raised his hand to express his willingness to join the action team to destroy the Japanese artillery position?

It turned out that Liu Delu and Director Liu, those corrupt officials, were also involved, and they had arranged some dirty tricks behind the scenes.

But it doesn't matter anymore. No matter what the reason was, Huang Sanxi agreed to Director Liu to get close to them and find out their background.

When Huang Sanxi raised his arms high and volunteered to participate in this almost risky operation to destroy the Japanese heavy artillery position, all of this could have been smoothed over.

In the face of greater justice, his past minor mistakes are no longer important.

The bullet to the chest must have injured Huang Sanxi's vitals. When he spoke to the end, his voice became barely audible.

After saying the last word, the hands that were originally holding Uncle Bo's hand tightly also loosened their grip powerlessly.

But his eyes were wide open but still not closed, indicating that he was dying with great regret and unwillingness.

It wasn't that he regretted or was unwilling to die here, but that he didn't get to see the Japanese heavy artillery position being destroyed by them before he died...

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