Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Chapter 84 The enemy not only refused to surrender, but actually dared to resist

This sure shot naturally hit the Japs machine gunner in the head. The bullet penetrated his head in an unstoppable direction, and even the helmet couldn't save the beast's life.

 The sound of gunfire and the sound of comrades falling to the ground woke up all the enemies. At this time, the consequences of not detecting in advance were exposed. These Japs and traitors didn't even know where the ambushers were most likely to be, so they could only wander around like headless flies.

 Their only way now is to use the prisoners of war as human bunkers to hide where the enemy is hiding.

 But even so, Zhao Gang still couldn't be troubled. He pulled the big bolt, reloaded, and moved the muzzle of the gun to point at the Japanese at the front of the team.

 Although there was a prisoner of war blocking him, the second bullet accurately hit the enemy's exposed calf.

 The Japanese man who was hit fell to the ground in pain, blood gushing out from the wound on his leg. Xiaozhi's screams echoed in the valley, and he continued to crawl toward the middle of the team, trying to find a safe place to hide.

 Because among the three, only Zhao Gang can guarantee a hit rate at this distance. Therefore, the other two comrades did not fire, but they had a great deterrent effect.

As the saying goes, it is easy to dodge an open gun but hard to defend against a hidden arrow. This is a very consistent description of the deterrence 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 my family was suddenly shot in the head by a sniper who was hiding somewhere, and there was even a comrade who was dragging his injured leg and crawling all the way screaming. This had a great impact and psychological shock on the last Japanese soldier.

　　When he was looking for a human bunker just now, he chose Wei Dayong, who was closest to him and also the burliest.

The little devil was only 1.6 meters tall, and was blocked tightly. He was holding a Southern Type 14 pistol that was so difficult to kill himself, and kept shouting to embolden himself.

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

 This process takes a certain amount of time. The reason why they chose to take action was to save people. If the little devil felt that he had no hope of living, he might fight back and attack the prisoners of war before his death.

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 corpse to rescue his comrades, and decisively ended his criminal life with a single shot.

Just when he moved the muzzle of the gun to the remaining Japanese, something happened suddenly.

Although these prisoners of war belong to the preserved fruit troops, in many cases their defeats are not only due to problems with their own strength, but also due to backward tactics and blind command by their top officers.

“After the captain of the transportation team airdropped his instructions, he cursed and flew away.”

 But their grassroots officers are still very good, not to mention they are elites who have crawled out of the dead. Once there is a chance to survive, they will definitely not give up.

 The three gunshots took a total of one minute.

 They were a little confused when the first shot was fired, but when they saw the Japanese being shot, they realized that friendly forces were coming to save them.

With the second shot, they took advantage of the fact that the Japanese were still panicking, and began to slowly adjust their positions to prepare for a counterattack with unknown friendly forces.

　　When the third shot was fired, they all surrounded the Japanese and puppet troops in unison, 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, this did not mean that Wei Dayong had no choice.

He almost squeezed out the last bit of strength from his body, raised his foot and stepped heavily on the little devil's shoe. Toe stepping, a fighting technique used by children, played a great role at this time.

Children never expected that the prisoners of war would still have the strength to resist, but before he could curse, he was bumped into by a soldier behind him.

The preserved fruit soldiers and Zhao Gang had a tacit cooperation. When the Japanese were still in mid-air, they were intercepted by Zhao Gang's bullets.

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

"Charge! Just rush forward! Don't stop! I will deal with the traitors who threaten you!" Actually, he was a little too worried. When the two soldiers rushed out of the ambush site, the traitors already had the idea of ​​​​escape. .

 It’s only a few yuan a month, so why do you need to do a puzzle like this? After all the Japs are dead, they will naturally retreat. At this time, they have to compete with their teammates for speed.

 But Zhao Gang did not give these people a chance to escape, and the last bullet hit the fastest running traitor at the first opportunity.

Facing a sharpshooter with perfect shots, two Eighth Route Army soldiers descending the mountain like tigers, and a group of candied soldiers eyeing them with eagerness, these traitors who betrayed their ancestors and sought glory immediately put down their weapons and knelt down to surrender.

If they use their pig brains to think about how many bullets are in the magazine of a mainstream rifle, maybe they can still run away by selling a few teammates.

Seeing that the battle was no longer suspense, 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 both gifts given to each other by him and his classmates when they graduated from the rear area, in order to commemorate their friendship.

 After arriving at the destination, Zhao Gang couldn't help but frowned as he looked at the candied soldiers who spoke harshly to the traitors.

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

 With the help of guards and correspondents, the ropes on the hands and feet of all the preserved soldiers were untied. After the death of the company commander, the highest-ranking person in the group turned out to be Wei Dayong.

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

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

Zhao Gang admired this soldier who cooperated with him very much, and he immediately returned the military salute. Seeing the other person's staggering appearance, he quickly stepped forward to give him a hand.

 Then he took off his backpack from behind, which contained several cooking cakes. This was originally the dry food he brought with him when he came to Shanxi Province. Since he hadn't finished eating it and didn't want to waste the food, he kept it. At this time, it really saved his life.

 After giving these cooking cakes and water to the weak and preserved soldiers, and telling them to rest where they were, Zhao Gang walked towards the puppet army.

The two comrades from the brigade had already finished disarming themselves. Those losers who were afraid of the common people were kneeling on the ground and shivering. Zhao Gang looked at these people with disgust.

 Seeing a man with a pistol walking towards this side, the traitors also recognized him as a senior official of the Eighth Route Army. So these scumbags who sell their ancestors for glory kowtow desperately to save their own lives.

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

At this time, Zhao Gang's murderous aura has subsided and he has returned to his gentle demeanor. He looked at the group of traitors and said:

"What are you doing? We are the Eighth Route Army! We will not kill those who surrender! Look what you look like! Are you afraid now?"

“Follow me and go back to the public trial! Whether you have done bad things or not is not up to you!”

　　Hearing that those who surrendered would not be killed, the traitors visibly breathed a sigh of relief, but the word "public trial" that followed made them tremble with fear.

 They do not do bad things and are not afraid of ghosts calling the door. There is obviously something wrong with these people. There was a scumbag who was so scared that he rushed towards Zhao Gang and wanted to fight him desperately.

For this kind of person who obviously had the blood debt of the common people on his hands, Zhao Gang raised his right hand holding the gun without feeling any pressure and took his life with one bullet.

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

“I stress it one last time. Come back with me and accept a public trial. The rest of your life will be decided by the people.”

“If you persist in resisting, I will consider you a threat to my personal safety, and I will not be considered a prisoner at that time!”

Slowly portraying a God of War political commissar, I also tried to write about political work.

 (End of this chapter)