Facing the scene where a dozen rifles suddenly appeared on the position and fired at them, the Japanese suddenly stopped attacking.

They each looked for a shooting position and began to shoot against the people on the position.

I think they think that with their own firepower in such an attack, the weak anti-counterfeiting power on the position will soon be consumed.

In fact, the situation was similar to what they expected, at least it was like this at the beginning...

"Damn it! Such a fucking gun, a fire stick is stronger than it."

Seeing a bolt in his hand, Yang Zai was still confused for a second even on the battlefield where the battle was fierce and at such an extremely critical moment.

Then, in a huge indignation in my heart, I cursed this sentence.

There is no way! What happened to him was really a bit nonsense.

In the previous second, he used the official rifle in his hand to call out the target and shot an opponent dressed in the Japanese sergeant to explode with one shot.

In the next second, Yang Zai, who was retracting back to the trench, was planning to pull the bolt again, and then hit a bullet and then deal with another opponent.

What happened? An extremely nonsense happened.

Excited, he had a little strength in his hands and was frightened to find that the bolt of the rifle was actually pulled from the rifle and separated.

In theory, since the gun bolt can be pulled out in one hand, it is just reinstalled.

But in the midst of Yang Zai's chaotic movement, he found out that he was evil! I don't know if he was panicked or what happened, but he had no way to put it back.

In this process, with a muffled groan of 'um~', there was a cigarette pipe on one waist, and his face was covered with wind and frost and wrinkles. He looked at least a 50-year-old hunchbacked veteran.

He covered himself with his neck and lay in a trench about 10 meters away, looking at him with a sense of asking for help.

The question is, where can there be any relief for such injuries?

In a huge depression, Yang Zai threw away the ragged rifle in his hand.

A supplementary group was removed from his waist and the poor man's heavy firepower was distributed. He could have 4 wooden handle grenades in his hands. He began to remove the lid at the bottom and was about to throw the grenades.

Why does Yang Zai obviously have a system point of 100 points on his body, but why doesn’t he exchange it for an automatic weapon?

It’s not that he doesn’t want to, but that after redeem it, it has no way to use it.

As a half-novice who has only experienced the second mission, he doesn't know if this was the case in the system mall before, but after he joined, he only knows one thing:

Each weapon that has just been redeemed from the system has a thin layer of gun oil and a piece of gun wipe cloth attached.

Although the gun oil can be cleaned up quickly with the included gun cloth, this process is by no means the luxury time they can have now.

Therefore, I don’t know if it was a system adjustment, but the sudden redeem of a weapon, and then snapped up and fired wildly at the opponent has become a delusion.

(As for why it has not been explained before, it is because the author is lazy~)

After removing the lid of the wooden grenade and removing the fuse, Yang Zai pulled it up directly.

Then, after holding the smoke-prone grenade in his hand for two seconds, Yang Zai used 60% of the force to throw it out to the hillside outside the position.

The main reason is that he is worried that if he puts too hard, he will throw his head over condescendingly.

I have to say that Yang Zai's grenade, which used 60% of the force, was thrown so beautiful and ideal.

The smoke-producing grenade flew over the head of the middle section of the Japanese team and exploded directly, successfully creating a beautiful air explosion effect.

Even if the Japanese set apart enough, they would knock down the three of them in an instant.

It is equivalent to solving almost 5% of the enemies in one go.

*******

"Yang Zai, you are a good person. You are born to be a war material~"

Now he is in his hand a Lee Enfield rifle, and he fired a new Chinese character with a 7.7mm caliber bullet, and shouted loudly in his mouth.

After saying that, when I saw the rags in my hand, I felt a little bitter and grudged.

By the way! The British Lee Enfield rifle is worthy of being the fastest bolt-action rifle in World War II, and has once scored a record of 10 rounds in 6.5 seconds.

Today's Chinese characters rely on this old antique rifle that I don't know which warlord has fallen from the hands of that year.

When the bolt was pulled up, it became the strongest fire point on the position.

The problem is that it feels good to fight. When I received the ammunition, I didn’t even get a single magazine. I used a Chinese character for bullets at the beginning. Now I am so depressed when I load the bullets.

And he had no other way to imagine except to continue filling.

Not to mention the old bird who was praised by the Chinese characters, what was the secretly happy thing in the heart of half-novice Yang Zai.

Seeing that the grenade was effective, he decided to strike up the iron while it was hot; as for the Hanyang Zao, which even had the bolt dropped, let's die.

He took out a wooden grenade again, took off the lid, pulled the fuse, and waited for two seconds.

Yang Zai planned to throw it out as usual and explode in the air.

But he stood up and was hit by a bullet on his right hand holding the grenade. After a ball of blood was shot out on the spot, the grenade with two fingers fell into the trench with smoke.

Immediately, a baby soldier whose face was splattered with blood, looked at the smokey hand not far away and screamed in horror.

Yang Zai was in severe pain without even thinking about it, and he jumped onto the grenade.

It was when he fell to the ground and the grenade exploded.

What’s amazing is that at that time, Yang Zai felt that his chest and abdomen were already rotten, and he didn’t feel any pain. He just felt that his body temperature was dropping rapidly.

At the same time, my eyelids are very heavy and sleepy. I really want to fall asleep, so I can sleep well and sleep until I am old.

In this process, he vaguely felt his body being turned over by some palms, and then a doll sounded in his ear, shouting in a crying voice:

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang, what's wrong with you? Come on, Brother Yang is going to be burping~"

Under such a voice, Yang Zai tried hard to open his heavy eyelids and saw several baby soldiers crying around him in panic.

One of them is quite familiar with him. This one is said to be a half-sized boy from Zhaoqing, eastern Guangdong. He likes the story he told in Nezha’s mind.

"It's okay, don't worry. I just slept for a while. I'll be young men and will be men in the world in the future. Don't be afraid."

After a smile appeared on his face, Yang Zai muttered something in his mouth that he didn't know if the other party could hear it. Then, while completely closing his eyes, he lost his last trace of life.

At this time, the Chinese characters in the gun chamber were already shivering.

With the sense of accomplishment of successfully killing a Japanese soldier, he continued to retract back to the trenches and began his hard-working journey of loading bullets again.

Then, I saw this scene in my eyes.

"Damn it! XX is so bad that the Japanese devils are killed~" After cursing, Chinese characters gritted their teeth and continued to load bullets.

Otherwise! What else can he do?

Now there is not one explosive bag on the battlefield. He can't even do his own self-destruction even if he wants to rush down with the explosive bag...
Chapter completed!