Wow! Meng Youtian fired another shot and knocked down a Japanese vanguard. At such a close distance, his marksmanship was already very accurate. The bullets he collected were not for fun. In short, he had used more than fifty bullets, which was already very eye-catching at that time, not to mention the "three guns and eighth orders".

"Enemma!" Some Japanese discovered Meng Youtian's hidden place and rushed straight to the horse. Other Japanese also shouted at the war horses and joined the battle group.

Meng Youtian ignored the Japanese in front, but the accuracy of the shooting was pretty good anyway. He aimed slowly at the Japanese cavalry, who were still sitting on the horse, quickly shot bullets in the gun chamber. The two Japanese war horses were injured and neighed and fell to the ground.

The bushes and snow on the soil buns provided good cover for Meng Youtian, and he made preparations in advance, and there were several shooting positions to use. He rolled awkwardly to the position next to him, and Meng Youtian was busy pressing bullets into the gun chamber.

The Japanese who rushed to the front had already risen, but he didn't understand the terrain in front, and he had no time to see Meng Youtian's footprints around the depression. The soil bun seemed to be a depression, but in fact it was a rock pit. The snow from the sky and the snow dust from the wind completely covered the usually rugged stones.

The war horses did not fly on the snow, and the snow just fell. As soon as they entered the depression, the horse's hooves were trapped in, and they were stuck in the cracks of the rocks, and they stopped suddenly. The Japanese flew out of the horse's back like an acrobat, rolling in the air, plunging into the snow.

The cavalry following the Japanese turned downwards and bypassed the fallen horse. The speed slowed down a little, but continued to gallop forward. However, it quickly repeated the same mistake and fell down, and he fell down. It was also unlucky. A large protruding stone was quite high, with only a layer of thin snow on it. The guy's face happened to have an intimate contact with the stone. He immediately broke the bridge of his nose and fainted on the ground.

Only then did the two Japanese behind realize that the seemingly safe straight road was actually a hidden trap. They pulled the reins at the high speed, the horse was neighing, and their front hooves were raised high, and finally stopped, digging their hooves in the snow anxiously.

Stop! Meng Youtian had already replaced the bullets, stretched out his muzzle, and shot at the Japanese. A Japanese turned over and fell off his horse, and the war horse dragged the body and trotted and turned around.

Another Japanese man rolled off the horse in a hurry, trying to use the horse as cover and shoot. But Meng Youtian fired the gun if he had a target. He couldn't hit the person, but he injured the horse with one shot. The war horse was in unbearable pain and neighed, and rushed out suddenly. The Japanese man was still wrapped in reins in one of his hands, and was led by the horse and stumbled and crawled. He shouted in his mouth, trying to calm the horse. However, the horse stopped obeying orders and dragged him farther and farther away, and even the gun fell to the ground.

The eight Japanese were left with three combat-capable ones, one in the depression, and two hiding behind the dead horse, and shot against Meng Youtian. Meng Youtian felt it was difficult. First, the Japanese were well hidden, and he could not even kill them in seconds if they could not show up; second, the Japanese had accurate shooting skills, so he did not dare to be careless.

Liu Feng, sister, why haven’t you moved yet? Meng Youtian was a little anxious, and bullets kept flying, causing the branches to fall off and snow chips to fly. The Japanese in the depression were constantly approaching here under the cover of the firepower of their two companions.

Meng Youtian quietly stretched out his gun on the last position. It was the raised root of a big tree and a hole as thick as a small basin. The Japanese in the depression were close to him and were crawling forward at this time, with their movements skillfully and fast.

It turned out that this was how he climbed. Meng Youtian aimed the gun at the Japanese and gently pulled the machine. The bullet shot from top to bottom into the Japanese back. The Japanese twitched a few times and remained depressed.

Meng Youtian immediately left the position. After a few seconds, the Japanese bullets shot over and hit the tree roots, and wood chips flew around.

It turns out that this gun has its shortcomings. It is easy to expose the target when shooting, and Meng Youtian has already noticed it. First, it is a small amount of smoke generated during shooting; second, it is the firelight at the muzzle, and the Japanese on the opposite side cannot see this phenomenon when shooting. Of course, there is also a difference in gunfire. If the same gun as the Japanese are used, the sound of shooting is mixed, and the Japanese may not be able to detect their position quickly, right?

After eliminating the recent threat, Meng Youtian began to be cautious and spend his time with the Japanese. The terrain he was in had an advantage. Therefore, he was more careful when he fired his gun, shot more steadily, and moved more frequently. He completely regarded combat as a rare opportunity to exercise in practice.

OK, Sister Liu finally moved to the place. Meng Youtian saw the flashing of figures in the woods opposite the stream. From there, the distance between the two stubborn Japanese soldiers was only forty or fifty meters. The Japanese who exposed their backs to Liu Feng was destined to die.

Papa! Liu Feng steadily used a long-tube box cannon to shoot. The Japanese knelt behind the dead horse was about to shoot, but his body suddenly rushed forward and fell on the horse.

The other Japanese man was shocked and turned around in a hurry. Before he could point his gun at the target, Liu Feng shot another three times. The Japanese man's chest burst out with blood, stared at his eyes, leaned back, and fell down softly.

It's over? Meng Youtian saw that Liu Feng could not wait to wade through the stream and ran towards the ocean horse patrolling the body of the Japanese soldiers. He was still cautiously searching for the battlefield to prevent the Japanese who were dead from attacking. Then, Meng Youtian saw a Japanese move, the unlucky guy who had fallen into a coma with a broken nose. It was not the time to wake up. The Japanese had not yet fully awakened, and he got up in a daze, raised his head and looked around slowly.

Yes, the Japanese heard a gunshot and, with his confusion, he went to see Aunt Amaterasu in a daze.

What a good horse, Liu Feng's eyes shot out eager light, a kind smile squeezed out on his face, slowed down, and approached the ocean horse that loved the master. The ocean horse exploded, whimpered, whimpered a few breaths, and warned the stranger who was close to him.

"Good horse, good horse, don't move around." Liu Feng comforted her with extremely gentle words, stopped for a while, alleviated the horse's hostility, and observed the horse's reaction.

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