Chapter 84 The Enemy Not only Refused to Surrender, but Also Dared to Resist

This sure shot naturally hit the head of the Japanese machine gunner steadily. The bullet drilled into his brain without hesitation. Even the helmet could not save the beast's life.

The sound of gunfire and the sound of comrades falling to the ground awakened all the enemies. At this time, the consequences of not conducting advance reconnaissance were exposed. These Japanese and traitors did not even know where the ambushed people were most likely to be, and could only turn around like headless flies.

Their only way now was to use the prisoners as human shelters, and find where the enemy was hiding while hiding.

But even so, it was still not difficult for Zhao Gang. He pulled the bolt, reloaded, and moved the muzzle to point at the Japanese at the front of the team.

Although there was a block from the prisoners, the second bullet accurately hit the enemy's exposed calf.

The Japanese who was hit fell to the ground in pain, and blood gushed out from the wound on his leg. Xiao Rizi's screams echoed in the valley, and he was still crawling to the middle of the team, trying to find a safe place to hide.

Because among the three people, only Zhao Gang could guarantee the hit rate at this distance. So the other two comrades did not shoot, but it had a great deterrent effect.

As the saying goes, it is easy to dodge an open gun but difficult to guard against an arrow from the dark. This is a very suitable description of the deterrent power of snipers on the battlefield.

An excellent sniper can not only destroy the enemy's body, but also break the enemy's mind.

Someone in his family was suddenly shot in the head by a sniper who was hiding somewhere, and there was even a comrade who dragged his injured leg and crawled and screamed all the way. This had a great impact and psychological shock on the last Japanese soldier.

When he was looking for a human shelter just now, he chose Wei Dayong, who was closest to him and the most burly.

This little Japanese soldier was only 1.6 meters tall and was blocked tightly. He held a 14-type Nambu pistol that was difficult to commit suicide and kept shouting to give himself courage.

This made Zhao Gang a little worried. Although he was sure to kill this Japanese soldier, he had to change his shooting position.

In this process, it takes a certain amount of time. The reason why they chose to take action was to save people. If the little Japanese soldier felt that he had no hope of survival, he might counterattack and attack the prisoners of war before dying.

The two shots took less than half a minute.

After discovering that the last Japanese soldier had no intention of saving his comrades, Zhao Gang gave up the idea of ​​surrounding the corpses and attacking the reinforcements, and decisively ended the other party's sinful life with one shot.

Just as he moved the muzzle of the gun to the remaining Japanese soldier, something strange happened.

Although these prisoners of war belonged to the preserved fruit troops, in many cases, their defeat was not only due to their own strength problems, but more because of backward tactics and blind command by the highest commander.

"After the transport captain airdropped his own instructions, he flew away cursing."

However, their grassroots officers are still very strong, not to mention that they are elites who crawled out of the pile of dead bodies. Once there is a chance to survive, they will definitely not give up.

It took a total of one minute for the three shots.

They were also a little confused when they fired the first shot, but when they saw the Japanese soldier being shot, they realized that it was the friendly forces who came to rescue them.

For the second shot, they took advantage of the Japanese soldier's panic and began to slowly adjust their positions to prepare for a counterattack with unknown friendly forces.

When the third shot was fired, they surrounded the Japanese and puppet troops at the same time, ready to create opportunities for friendly snipers at any time.

Although these people's hands were tied behind their backs and there were ropes on their feet to restrict their movements, it did not mean that Wei Dayong had no way out.

He almost squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body, raised his feet and stepped heavily on the shoes of the Japanese. The fighting technique of stepping on toes, which was used by children, played a great role at this time.

Xiao Rizi had never expected that the prisoners of war would still have the strength to resist, but before he could open his mouth to curse, he was hit by a soldier behind him.

The preserved soldiers and Zhao Gang played a tacit cooperation, and the Japanese were intercepted by Zhao Gang's bullets in the air when they were still in the air.

At the same time, Zhao Gang shouted to his comrades around him:

"Charge! Just charge forward! Don't stop! I will deal with the threatening traitors!"

In fact, he was a little worried. When the two soldiers rushed out of the ambush site, the traitors had already thought of escaping.

It's only a few dollars a month, why do such a puzzle? After all the Japanese were killed, they naturally retreated and ran away. At this time, they had to compete with their teammates in speed.

But Zhao Gang did not give these people a chance to escape. The last bullet hit the fastest traitor at the first time.

Faced with a sharpshooter who never missed a shot, two Eighth Route Army soldiers who were like tigers descending from the mountains, and a group of candied soldiers who were eyeing them, these traitors who sold their ancestors for glory immediately put down their weapons and knelt down to surrender.

If they used their pig brains to think about how many bullets there were in the magazine of the mainstream rifle, they might still be able to run away by selling a few teammates.

Seeing that the battle would not be suspenseful at all, Zhao Gang ran from the hidden shooting point to the valley below. In the process, he also pulled out his TT33 and carried the Mosin-Nagant on his back.

This pistol and watch were gifts he and his classmates gave to each other when they graduated in the rear area, in order to commemorate their friendship.

After arriving at the destination, Zhao Gang couldn't help frowning when he saw the candied soldiers who spoke ill of the traitors.

Although the Eighth Route Army has regulations to treat prisoners well, no normal person would have a good impression of traitors.

With the help of the guards and the communicator, the ropes on the hands and feet of all the soldiers were untied. After the death of the company commander, the highest-ranking person in the group was Wei Dayong.

Seeing Zhao Gang, who was obviously the leader, Wei Dayong, although exhausted, still took a breath and saluted his savior and said:

"Hello, sir! I am Wei Dayong, the sergeant squad leader of the 27th Division of the Central Army. Thank you for saving us."

Zhao Gang still admired this soldier who cooperated with him very much, and he immediately returned the military salute. Seeing the other party staggering, he hurried forward to help.

Then he took off his backpack from behind, which still had a few pancakes in it. This was originally the dry food he brought when he came to Shanxi Province. Because he didn't finish it and didn't want to waste food, he kept it all the time, which really saved his life at this time.

After giving these pancakes and water to the weak soldiers, and telling them to rest on the spot, Zhao Gang walked towards the puppet army.

The two comrades from the brigade had already finished disarming. Those useless people who were afraid of the strong and bullied the people were kneeling on the ground and trembling. Zhao Gang looked at these people with disgust.

Seeing a man with a pistol walking towards this side, the traitors also recognized that this was a senior officer of the Eighth Route Army. So these scum who sold their ancestors for glory kowtowed desperately, trying to save their lives.

"Eighth Master, we people of the Republic of China don't kill people of the Republic of China! We haven't done anything bad. We even pay for our meals."

At this time, Zhao Gang's murderous aura had been restrained, and he turned back to a gentle and refined appearance. He looked at the group of traitors and said:

"What are you doing? We are the Eighth Route Army! We don't kill people who surrender! Look at what you look like! Are you afraid now?"

"You follow me and go back to be publicly tried! Whether you have done anything bad or not, it doesn't count!"

Hearing that people who surrendered would not be killed, the traitors breathed a sigh of relief with their naked eyes, but the next word "public trial" made them terrified.

If you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door. These people obviously have problems. A scum who was blinded by fear actually rushed towards Zhao Gang and wanted to fight him.

For this person who obviously had blood debts on his hands, Zhao Gang raised his right hand holding the gun without any psychological pressure and took his life with one bullet.

At a distance of only two meters, the blood splashed on Zhao Gang's clothes and face. He looked at the rest of the people expressionlessly and said:

"I emphasize it one last time. Come back with me to accept the public trial. Your second half of life will be decided by the people."

"If you resist stubbornly, I will think that you have posed a threat to my personal safety, and then you will not be considered a prisoner!"

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