After Wu Ming sniped the Soldier Yamamoto Kazuo, the remaining Japanese finally found that a gunman was hiding in the grove outside the village shooting at them. The Japanese Japanese were very angry because of the killing of the leader and rushed towards the grove with howlings, and then two more were killed by Wu Ming.

The barrel of the FN30-11 sniper rifle used by Wu Ming is a heavier and is equipped with a long muzzle flame suppressor. There is no light when shooting. Moreover, the Japanese are far away from the groves, and the sound signals at long distances are more disturbed, so it is difficult to accurately locate both the flesh ears and the instruments.

When the Japanese devils came, they did not bring machine guns, grenade launchers and other weapons, and lacked suppression firepower. The only three remaining devils could not accurately find Wu Ming's location. Facing the unseen enemy, they were shocked by Wu Ming's accurate shooting skills, so they had to hide in the stones and grass, and they did not dare to show their heads to shoot.

At this time, Wu Ming had changed his sniper position and tried his best to turn his back to the sun so that the reflection of the scope would not be discovered by the Japanese. His weapons to bully the Japanese were too poor and he did not strictly abide by the sniper code: usually only shoot one shot on one position, otherwise you will be discovered.

Wu Ming patiently waited for the opportunity to shoot again. Humph, comparing patience with me is simply seeking death. When I was killing the mafia's number one killer, Yadley, I lay in the cold grass for five hours before I found a chance to kill him with one shot. Today, I want to see when the Japanese devils are consumed. I want to wait until it gets dark before escaping. I dreamed. This gun is equipped with an all-weather scope. Although it is not as good as the infrared night vision function, I don't believe that the Japanese devils can have a lot of them.

"The Chinese gunman is not a hero who is sneaky."

"I dare not compete with the Imperial Japanese Army face to face. Yours is not a real warrior."

"Get out of the despicable Chinese people."

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Time passes by minute by minute, but the autumn sun has not set yet.

The unbearable silence and silent fear made several Japanese devils gradually become anxious. One devil hides behind the stone and starts to curse people in stiff Chinese. The other two devils are not good at Chinese, so they have to curse in Japanese.

Playing provocation with me is useless, this trick is useless, don’t waste your spit. Little Japanese devils, just wait for death slowly! Wu Ming sneered disdainfully.

In a small yard in the village, the half-old man was staring at the two Japanese corpses that were smashed like blood gourds by him. After the excitement just now, he was also a little scared. After all, it was the first time he had killed someone when he grew up so big.

The middle-aged woman hugged the little girl and kept comforting another young woman who was still in shock.

The curses of the Japanese came from outside the village, causing several people to look at each other.

"Sister-in-law, are you okay?" A call came from outside the yard, and then a middle-aged man walked in with a 38-large hood.

"We're fine, village chief." The middle-aged woman stood up and tried to avoid the two bloody bodies in the yard.

The village chief glanced at the dead Japanese corpse at his feet, kicked him hard, and spat: "Beast, damn beast."

He looked up and said to his sister-in-law of the Wang family: "So many people have died in the Japanese. This village can't be settled anymore. You can clean up quickly. When the outside world is quiet, everyone will enter the mountain overnight."

"Village Chief, how is it going outside? Why do I still hear the devil calling?" asked the sister-in-law of the Wang family.

"There is an expert on the Tushan Mountain outside the village. He has a very powerful marksmanship. Most of the Japanese in the village have been killed. Now there are three Japanese left who are trapped at the foot of the Tushan Mountain and cannot move. I just finished watching the movement from the entrance of the village and are notifying them from door to door!" the village explained.

"Master, are you on the earthen mountain?" asked the old man.

"Yes! It's on the earthen mountain!"

The old man glanced at his mother, and both of them looked surprised.

After the village chief left, half of the boy looked blankly at the bullet-eye on the Japanese corpse and was stunned. After a while, he suddenly picked up the 38 guns from the ground and walked out.

"Huzi, what are you doing?" Wang's sister-in-law called behind her.

"Mom, look." Hu Zi pointed to the bullet hole on the corpse and said, "It was the master who saved me. He is our benefactor. I want to help him fight the Japanese."

"Huzi, you are still young, that master is so powerful that you can't help even if you go." The sister-in-law of the Wang family advised bitterly.

"Dad said that you should be kind to others. We can't watch him fight the Japanese alone!" Hu Zi said stubbornly: "I'm fine, mom, don't worry!" After that, without waiting for his mother to agree, he turned around and ran out.

"Huzi, Huzi..." Wang's sister-in-law called anxiously. Seeing Huzi running away, she had to gently wipe the corners of her eyes. This child had the same temper as his dead father.

Outside the village, Wu Ming was still confronting the three Japanese. This battle of invisible enemies made the three Japanese very frustrated and helpless. After scolding, he had to shut up, hoping that he would have a chance to escape from this damn place after dark.

The sun slowly slanted westward, and the mountain edge was red.

Huzi ran to the entrance of the village in anger, and the cat secretly looked at the other side of the Tushan Mountain behind a broken wall.

The woods of Xiaotu Mountain were quiet and there was no trace of human beings. Under the hillside more than 300 meters away, three yellow Japanese men hid behind hidden objects, while a Japanese corpse was lying not far from them.

Hu Zi grabbed the gun and tried to pull the bolt. There were bullets inside. He picked up the gun and pointed it at a Japanese man's back. With a "bang", the bullet hit the Japanese man's hiding stone.

"Ah!" The Japanese was startled by the sudden bullets and the stone chips that burst out. He subconsciously raised his body a little, looked back in surprise, "Bang", and another gunshot came from the earthen mountain, and the body of the Japanese whose skull was lifted off fell to the ground.

Hu Zi was as if he was fascinated. He immediately pulled the bolt without stopping and aimed at another Japanese soldier a hundred and fifty or sixty meters away. The Japanese soldier turned around in panic and looked around. A gunshot of "Bang!" was hitting the Japanese in the chest. The Japanese soldier covered his bleeding wound and screamed and fell down.

The first time he used a 38 gun to accurately hit the target was mainly due to his good shooting skills he had learned when hunting with his father. Ordinary inferior hunting rifles cannot be compared with the precise 38 rifles. Moreover, although the 38 gun with a caliber is not powerful enough, it has an important advantage that the recoil is very small, which is very important for novices.

When Hu Zi pulled the bolt again, he found that there were no bullets in the gun. At this time, the last remaining Japanese had already discovered him. He leaned against the hidden object and began to shoot at him constantly.

The bullet hit the earth wall, and the earth chips were flying, making the tiger's head unable to raise its head.

Wu Ming aimed at the hidden object through the scope and then the Japanese accidentally exposed the left hand of the gun when shooting, and pulled the trigger. The high-speed bullet shattered the guardrail of the 38 gun, and the remaining momentum was still unabated and penetrated into the Japanese's palm.

"Ah!" The Japanese grabbed the bloody left hand with his right hand and screamed, and the 38th gun fell to the ground.

Wu Ming's eyes did not leave the scope. He was aiming at the 38th gun that the Japanese fell to the ground. Only when he truly confirmed that the enemy really did not pose a threat, he would never let go of your sniper rifle. This is also one of the ten commandments of snipers.

Hu Zi here saw that the ghost was injured and his gun fell to the ground. He shouted excitedly, jumped up, and rushed up with a 38 gun with a bayonet.

"Bang", another gunshot was heard, and the injured Japanese struggled to death. The right hand that reached out to pick up the gun was punched in the opposite direction again.

The Japanese howled loudly, looking at their bloody hands in disbelief, in horror.

A black shadow enveloped the Japanese, and then there was a burst of huge colic in their abdomen. The Japanese looked down and saw a bayonet pulling out quickly from his stomach. The Japanese howled and blocked the exposed intestines with their injured hands. Then, with one knife, two knifes... Hu Zi stabbed it without stopping.
Chapter completed!