"Kill them!"
Zhao Ziqiang gave the order and led all the soldiers of the Chuan Legion into the enemy formation!
Most of the soldiers were equipped with a bayonet. Because they had brought very few bullets when they first arrived, they were almost exhausted after a battle.
Under the leadership of Zhao Ziqiang, they engaged in a fierce battle with the Japanese team in the jungle!
He held the titanium alloy Tang sword that he had just obtained in his hand and slashed fiercely!
A round head rolled down from the Japanese's neck.
"Puchi!"
Zhao Ziqiang stabbed another Japanese in the stomach.
This Tang sword felt really good to the touch. It cut the Japanese cleanly and cleanly without even touching blood.
"Ding…Enemy soldier killed in close combat. Obtained 200 rifle bullets.”
The sudden system notification sounded blissful.
"Hmm?"
Zhao Ziqiang was a little surprised. He had just killed the second Japanese, how did it drop something?
Could it be that the drop rate of killing the Japanese with a knife was higher because it was more dangerous to kill them in close combat?
Just as he was thinking, a Japanese lieutenant rushed over with his sword raised high.
They came at the right time!
Zhao Ziqiang swung his saber horizontally, and then the tip of the saber was raised. The neck of the Japanese lieutenant was instantly cut, and blood flowed out like it was free!
The Japanese captain fell to the ground and stopped breathing. Zhao Ziqiang heard the system prompt again.
"Ding! Enemy Lieutenant killed in close combat. Obtained Mauser Military Handgun x1, Old Style Butt x1, 200 bullets!”
Another piece of equipment dropped!
Zhao Ziqiang was overjoyed. No wonder the drop rate was so low when he used the machine gun to shoot at the Japanese.
It turned out that the higher the difficulty of killing, the higher the drop rate!
Thinking of this, he became even more energetic. He slaughtered the Japanese in front of him like he was cutting melons and vegetables!
However, the remaining Japanese did not drop anything else. After dropping some medicine and food, there was nothing else.
In less than ten minutes, the Japanese were wiped out.
The corpses that were left on the ground showed the ferocity of the battle just now.
Zhao Ziqiang shook off the blood on the Tang sword. After confirming that there was no living Japanese around him, he finally heaved a sigh of relief.
Meng Fan's legs were still not very agile as he walked to Zhao Ziqiang.
"Captain, eight died and six were injured, but they were all light injuries.”
Zhao Ziqiang listened to the battle report. Overall, he was quite satisfied.
"It's just…"
Meng Fanlao continued with a little worry,"Our medicine and ammunition are almost exhausted. We can't last until the next battle…"
Medicine?
Ammo?
Zhao Ziqiang heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had dropped a lot of similar items just now. It was enough to treat the wounded and replenish ammunition.
With a thought, he moved all the items that had dropped to the Japanese's bodies.
This way, the soldiers could find them and use them after clearing the battlefield, so that it would not be too abrupt for him to take them out at once.
It was better not to let anyone know that he had a system.
After moving everything in the warehouse to the battlefield, Zhao Ziqiang immediately ordered,""Clean up the battlefield!"
"Don't blame me for not reminding you. There are many good things inside!”
Hearing Zhao Ziqiang's words, the soldiers of the Chuan Legion immediately began to clean up the battlefield.
They turned over the bodies of the Japanese one by one and began to examine them.
"What is this? A medical kit?"
A soldier cried out not far away.
When the vet, who was looking at the injured man with a frown, heard this, he jumped over with a whoosh!
"Make way, make way!"
The vet pushed the soldiers aside and squeezed in to take a look. He saw several first aid kits and medical kits placed there!
Seeing this scene, he almost couldn't hold back his tears!
"That's great. My injured person is saved!”
"There are still bullets here! Hundreds of them!"
"I also found the bullets!"
"There's also food, compressed biscuits and cigarettes!”
The soldiers 'excited voices rang out, making Zhao Ziqiang smile in satisfaction.
Not far away, Long Wenzhang's shoulder was wrapped in bandages as he slowly walked towards him.
"Injured?"
Zhao Ziqiang saw the wound on Long Wenzhang's shoulder and couldn't help but ask.
Long Wenzhang looked at his shoulder indifferently and said,""The Japanese's firepower was too strong. The bullet bit me.”
"This saber is not bad.”
He looked at the Tang sword in Zhao Ziqiang's hand with great interest.
Zhao Ziqiang smiled unhappily. This damn thing was probably going to have designs on his good saber again.
However, that was impossible. This saber was his treasure.
Thinking of this, he took out the Mauser military pistol and the old-fashioned stock.
The stock could also be used as a gun case to carry on the waist, or it could be installed directly on the back of the gun.
This way, when shooting with one hand, it could greatly increase the stability.
The dragon article in the original novel used this kind of weapon!
"Mauser? The Japanese use this weapon too?"
Long Wenzhang took the gun and observed it curiously.
"Most of the Japanese use the Southern Fourteen Styles. Maybe the ones here are more luxurious.”
"You have killed the enemy. I'll give it to you."
After Zhao Ziqiang finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the soldier whose limbs were broken by the Japanese.
Long Wenzhang was instantly overjoyed. He was about to flatter Zhao Ziqiang when he saw the soldier and his eyes darkened.
The two of them walked up to the soldier and checked his injuries.
"From the military uniform, he should be a veteran of the Sichuan Army. However, he has fought too many battles and his organization has been messed up.”
Long Wenzhang looked at the soldier's epaulets and said in a low voice.
The soldier wasn't dead yet, but the wounds on his shoulders, arms, and legs were hideous. He frowned and endured great pain.
"Should I call the veterinarian over?"
Long Wenzhang asked tentatively.
Zhao Ziqiang shook his head.
"The blood is almost dried up.”
This soldier was originally from the Chuan Legion, but he probably couldn't retreat the last time. Otherwise, he would be his subordinate now.
Zhao Ziqiang took out a syringe of morphine from the warehouse and injected it into the soldier.
It could relieve pain and was commonly used on the battlefield during World War II.
However, most of its use was to reduce the suffering of dying soldiers.
After a dose of morphine, the soldier's expression became much better.
However, his pupils also began to blur. It was obvious that he was about to die.
At the last moment, he suddenly grabbed Zhao Ziqiang's arm tightly!
"Sir, you must bring my brothers home!”
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