"Bang!"
In the scope, a figure rolled to the ground. Almost at the same time, the horse that had lost the weight on its back slowed down, slowly turned its head, and returned to its master's side, waiting quietly.
"Bang bang bang!"
A few gunshots sounded almost at the same time. Two or three figures or horses fell into the dust. For a moment, the galloping cavalry team stopped. The cavalry quickly spread out. Some people jumped off their horses, while others used their horses as cover. They took out their lances and began to fight back.
"Bang ~~" The crisp sound of the Type 38 rifle's unique gunshot rang out at the same time.
As if they had made an agreement, the two horses quickly turned around and galloped back the way they came when most people were hiding and fighting back or restraining their horses to find cover on the battlefield.
Chen Li raised the muzzle, but in the end, he did not manage to sweep past the two figures that were getting smaller and smaller in the scope. He could only sigh.
Then, the guns returned to the battlefield. There were more than 20 Japanese soldiers. They were not too many or too few. On the road dozens of meters away, there was one in the east and one in the west. From time to time, some people would return fire, and from time to time, some would fall to the ground. Some people had already found the direction and left their horses to advance up the mountain.
However, this time, Chen Li was no longer as flustered as before. He adjusted the ruler and aimed at the target that appeared in the scope. Regardless of whether it was a man or a horse, he directly pulled the trigger. After a clip was used up, he reloaded and continued to shoot.
At this time, there was no need to hesitate. The Japanese messenger had already rushed back. If they couldn't end the battle quickly or leave the battle, they might be killed by the large number of Japanese reinforcements.
"Boom!"
A violent explosion sounded three to four hundred meters ahead. Chen Li quickly used his scope to look over.
It was fine if he did not look, but when he did, he immediately felt extremely disgusted. Two Japanese who had sneakily climbed up the mountain had been struck by a mine. One of them had his lower body blown up, and his intestines and internal organs were all over the ground. The other had one of his legs blown off at the knee, and blood was flowing all over the ground. At this moment, he was hugging that leg and screaming…
Suppressing the disgust in his heart, Chen Li ignored the Japanese soldier with a broken leg. If he could still shoot with such injuries, then he was really a fierce person. As for pulling a grenade and dying together, Chen Li was not worried. Anyway, he could not come up. At such a long distance, the gun might not even hit him.
The entire battle lasted for less than five minutes. The gunfire began to slow down. Chen Li had already stopped shooting. He could not find a target to attack.
On the other side, Qian Buduo and the others were still aiming at the fallen Japanese soldiers as if they were facing a great enemy. If they noticed any movement, they would shoot them down.
When he looked again, the ghost with a broken leg who was wailing just now was now cold. Someone had shot him in the head, and even his white brain matter had been shot out, like tofu mixed with red chili.
"A lot of money!"
"Here!"
"Continue to stand guard!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Quite a lot of money!"
"Here!"
"Take the brothers of the Northeast Army to clean up the battlefield. Be quick. Don't take anything that's not important. The enemy will be here soon.”
"Yes, sir!"
"So much money!"
"Here!"
"Go down and cut some horse meat. We'll roast horse meat for dinner tonight. Remember to get the hind legs!”
"Yes, sir!"
After giving the orders to his three soldiers, Chen Li then said to Zhao Gang, who had been waiting at the side for a long time,"Battalion Commander Zhao, I'll have to trouble your men to clean up the battlefield. If you see any useful weapons, take them. We don't need them. Oh right, you have to be quick. The Japanese will be here soon. It should be good to get some horse meat to roast or make hotpot. If we eat canned food every day, it will be terrible."
Zhao Gang listened to Chen Li with an awkward expression. He had brought a few people over before the battle had even begun. In this place, it was impossible to dig out a bunker in a short period of time without tools, but it was still possible to find some obstacles to set up a simple defensive position.
After the second line of defense was ready, he also wanted to come up and help. However, even after the Type 38 rifles were distributed to them, he realized that a battle of this level was not something they could interfere with.
A few hundred meters away, the Japanese soldiers could only see a small dot in the crosshair. The Japanese soldiers were trained to be very good at hiding, and their tactical movements were fast. There was no guarantee of hitting them. After a few attempts, Zhao Gang could only let his men wait for the Japanese soldiers to get close before firing. From the beginning to the end, no one fired a shot.
This also allowed Zhao Gang to observe the battle up close. In his opinion, this was not a battle at all, but a one-sided massacre, or rather, a shooting practice. It completely overturned his previous combat experience.
In the past, whether it was positional warfare or ambush warfare, they had to put the Japanese within a distance of 100 to 200 meters before starting to attack. When the firepower was insufficient, they would even use grenades or grenades to make up for the lack of automatic firepower. Together with rifles, they would form the first wave of firepower advantage against the enemy.
This was the current situation. Even the Japanese infantry would only attack from a distance of two to three hundred meters. Otherwise, their shots would not be accurate. Moreover, if they exposed their position, they would be easily hit by the enemy's heavy firepower.
However, these people in colorful military uniforms did not play by the rules at all. Each of them carried three guns. One was a gun with a scope, and the other was a long gun, but there was no knife. Each of them even had a pistol on them.
This kind of configuration was simply unheard of and unheard of. It was just these four people who used their guns with a scope to shoot more than 20 Japanese people until they could not raise their heads at all. In the end, they were killed one by one.
As a battalion-level commander of the Northeast Army, Zhao Gang knew that some troops also had sharpshooters. However, such sharpshooters were not very useful in battle, and he had never heard of using sharpshooters to completely wipe out an enemy force that was several times stronger than himself.
Zhao Gang was also a little familiar with those guns with sights. However, due to some unwritten taboos in the army, he still understood them very well. Naturally, he would not break the taboo to pry into the secrets of these guns. Doing so would not be worth it.
It was obvious that the other party was kind to him. It was not too much to say that they were helping him. With the combat strength of these people, it would be easy for them to destroy his small army or even disarm them.
He had not fired a single bullet, but he had to participate in cleaning up the battlefield. He even said that he would leave the weapons of the Japanese for him. That was a real favor. He had given him a huge favor.
The equipment of the 20-odd Japanese cavalrymen was enough to arm the 13 of them to the teeth. The fallen warhorses were enough to make this troop, which had not touched salt for a long time, feel as happy as the new year.
What surprised Zhao Gang the most wasn't the fact that the four of them were able to take down a nine-man patrol team, but the fact that they were able to take down a twenty-odd-man patrol team without sustaining any damage…
People always had a kind of belief, or rather, their own hidden cognition. When they felt that this person was invincible, then the next victory would become a matter of course.
What surprised Zhao Gang was that the leader of the strange team was not interested in the delicious canned food, but he could not forget the horse meat.
One had to know that the canned beef that he brought back had been praised by the dozens of brothers. Although each person did not get half a can, it was meat after all.
As for the young men who had not touched oil or salt for a long time, they even licked the cans clean. They were reluctant to throw them away after licking them, saying that they wanted to use them as a small pot to boil water.
He looked around and saw that half of the canned beef was left there. It seemed that he had only eaten a few mouthfuls and no one was looking at it anymore.
Zhao Gang, who was cleaning up the battlefield with a soldier named Qian Buduo, swallowed hard. He naturally didn't want to touch the remaining half of the canned beef, but he couldn't understand why such a delicious canned beef couldn't compare to the roasted horse meat that was so dry that it didn't even have salt.
Comparing people to people would kill, but comparing goods to goods would kill!
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