On the dirt road where the corpse was buried, Chen Li came to the body of the bandit Lao Jiu, checking his battle results with unfulfilled satisfaction.

The bullet hit the chest and penetrated the lungs. The bandit Lao Jiu kept coughing blood in his mouth, looking at the sky covered with sand by the smoke, and recalling his life.

They are no longer saved. At least under their current simple medical conditions, this kind of thing will never be saved.

Of course, Chen Li would not sympathize with a bandit. He tried to aim the gun at the enemy's upper body and hit the bullet into the enemy's chest. This was what the company commander taught him.

It is really difficult to aim directly at the head. Generally speaking, the enemy will fight back, and the bullets will whizz, and there is no time to aim.

Try to ensure that the enemy is injured and killed, and hit the target's biggest chest is the best choice.

However, it was really a pity for him to kill the bandit leader without him.

His eyes surrounded the battlefield, and Captain Xu was taking the villagers to escort the prisoners and clean up the battlefield.

The bandits had a gun, but they were all dismissed from using it. The militia was about to get rich.

Li Ping'an didn't see him. When Chen Li recalled, he saw that Captain Li seemed to have brought a few militias to chase the fleeing bandits.

Looking around, Yuan Chenming, who was standing in a daze not far away, looked very conspicuous when compared with the busy people.

To be honest, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, and one group cannot accommodate two outstanding talents. Yuan Chenming showed off in many aspects, and everyone who came into contact with him praised him and admired him very much.

Whether it was the instructor who was biased, the company commander Lu who looked at him differently, or more soldiers who could not even call him the name.

He was like the scorching sun, emitting a thousand-foot light, making everyone's eyes unable to live without him.

In comparison, Chen Li, who has hard training and shooting talent, seems not so outstanding, at most he is considered a moon.

The moon is looking at the sun enviously. Why are people in the world paying attention to you and praising you?

The sun is not a roundworm in the moon's belly. He will not pay attention to what the moon thinks, nor will he answer the moon's questions.

He just kept emitting his light, attracting more people's attention and receiving more praise.

The moon felt that he was giving too, but he did not receive the same treatment as the sun, and his heart was filled with resentment.

He felt that if the sun had not competed with him for people's gaze, his light could also receive infinite praise.

Chen Li pretended to pass by Yuan Chenming inadvertently, and shouted loudly: "Oh, Ersha, have you seen it?"

Ersha was staring in a daze with a gun not far away, wondering: "What did you see?"

"The bandit leader was so lucky in one eye that he was actually killed by a grenade. There was no way, so he could only pick a small leader and hit him in the chest with a shot.

This group of bandits was too indifferent to the attack. They were finished in just a few shots, so they would not have the chance to shoot a few more times. Otherwise, they would have to kill three or five of them."

Chen Li talked about his achievements to a fool? It goes without saying who he said to.

But Yuan Chenming closed his eyes and was still fighting against the bloody scene he had just seen, so he had no time to argue with him.

However, when the villagers and militia nearby heard this, they thought someone was really powerful and all saluted Chen Li.

They have the simplest concept, can protect them and kill enemies like bandits and Japanese, that is, heroes.

Xu Xiaoyong, who was busy not far away, also heard Chen Li's yelling. He did notice Chen Li's shot, which was a good shot.

However, Chen Li can account for at most one-thirty of the contribution of this battle, which is similar to other militias, and it is not indispensable.

But it cannot suppress the enthusiasm of the soldiers. Xu Xiaoyong was not ready to correct him, but turned around and continued to command the battlefield to clean up: "If the capture is taken, it will be distributed uniformly, so don't worry. Xiao Wang, pay attention to statistics."

After boasting, Chen Li was already surrounded by people. The villagers who were watching the fun were not possessed by the actors, but were actually reflected by bandits.

They left Li Ping'an and Xu Xiaoyong's advice behind and were just escaping their lives, so they would not pay attention to what was happening behind them.

Someone was asking: "Brother Chen, how did you kill that bandit just now? Did you really use a shot?"

Brother Chen~ Some people call him brother, but they still respectfully call him.

Chen Limei was as if she had drunk bee shit, and she looked enjoyable. He quickly picked up the gun, and told her while making gestures, and was ready to pretend to be:

"Just just now, what I was going to hit was the bandit leader with one eye, and that guy was walking behind. Ugh, these eyes widened and looked at each other, which was a lot of effort.

Finally found it. When Captain Li was about to put the accuracy on the gun on his head, he had already stood up and asked to throw the grenade.

What a pity, I used... to use the words of cultural people and others to alert the enemy.

But the bandit leader had no luck with one eye. He just ran a few steps and was hit by a grenade and lay on the ground without any movement.

Well, I said, we can't waste bullets, so I just shot down the bandit leader who ran in the front and shouted the most."

"How did you fight?" the half-aged child asked curiously.

Chen Li made a stand and held a gun, "Just like shooting a rabbit, aiming the gun at the bandits, just pull the trigger."

The children in the village have never seen the world. At this moment, Chen Li’s image in their eyes is infinitely higher. The Eighth Route Army soldiers can fight bandits and protect their families and fellow villagers.

The child who asked about the question was full of longing, "I have grown up and I am like Brother Chen, I am a member of the Eighth Route Army, fighting bandits, and fighting Japanese devils."

"Okay, but you have to grow up soon." The child's father touched his head and encouraged.

Being the Eighth Route Army is a good thing. If it weren't for his wife and children, he would probably have gone with the Eighth Route Army long ago.

After Erni helped the wounded bandage the wound, she watched it from a distance for a while. She went to the army to perform everywhere in the division propaganda team, and she had heard more heroic examples.

A veteran who came from the grassland period fought with the Japanese and was suffering from two traumas, killing three Japanese and one-on-three.

A sharpshooter shot one by one and blocked a gun tower of the Japanese, killing and injuring five enemies in a week.

There are so many heroic deeds, so even the storytellers can’t tell them for three days and three nights.

What's so great about killing a bandit with one shot? What's so great about it? What's there to show off?

It is still his scholar who is low-key and clearly commands, and he is the biggest contributor to defeating the bandits. However, he does not show off or show off. In whom, it is called hiding merit and fame.

Qiu Shufang finished her work and found someone in a daze. She reached out to shake her hand in front of her and said in a teasing way: "Look at the handsome guy, is the little girl in her heart crazy?"

"Sister Qiu, hate it."
Chapter completed!