Chapter 943 Heroes and Martyrs! (Ask for monthly ticket)

 This is a young man in his early twenties.

 He seemed frightened by this sudden and brutal scene.

 Cheng Qianfan's eyes flashed with pity. He didn't know who this person was. He was a Chinese clerk in the store? Agent traitor? Ordinary Japanese? Or a Japanese agent?

 I hope they are not innocent compatriots!

Thinking like this, the movements in his hands did not stop at all!

His left hand covered the opponent's mouth, and the dagger clenched in his right hand stabbed toward the neck.

 Poof!

 Poof!

 Poof!

 Gently hold the person back.

 The young man whose neck was stabbed like a **** gourd lowered himself along the wall.

By the time Cheng Qianfan finished all this, Hao Zai had quickly closed the store door and bolted it. He changed his rifle belt into a crossbody, and rushed to the second floor with a Mauser pistol in hand.

 …

 Cheng Qianfan pulled the dagger out of the corpse and wiped the blood on the corpse's clothes.

With the dagger stuck in his waist and a medium-sized rifle slung across his body, Cheng Qianfan pulled out the Mauser pistol from his waist and turned off the safety. He first checked the first floor to make sure there was no one else on the first floor, and then he cautiously went to the second floor. And go.

boom!

 A gunshot was fired.

Then there were three more gunshots and a scream that stopped suddenly.

 “Wedding cake.” Cheng Qianfan shouted in a low voice.

 “Eighty thousand.” It was Hao Zai’s voice.

 This is the code that the two of them have agreed on long ago. This means that Hao Zai is fine and has the situation under control.

 Such a simple and straightforward code can often play a key role in such encounters.

Cheng Qianfan rushed to the second floor and saw a middle-aged man in a suit leaning against the wall. His abdomen was full of blood, and there was a revolver on the ground to his right.

Cheng Qianfan bent down to pick up the revolver and looked at it carefully. Suddenly, his expression became gloomy and he took a deep look at the corpse on the ground.

 This is a Type 26 revolver.

This short gun was the first domestic standard pistol equipped by the Japanese Army in 1893. Because it was developed and manufactured in the 26th year of Meiji, it was called the Type 26 revolver.

The Type 26 revolver was originally designed as a special pistol for cavalry. There is a loop on the grip that can be tied with a lanyard to catch the gun, which can prevent the pistol from falling.

 However, because the pistol is relatively strong, durable and has low malfunctions, its subsequent use is not limited to cavalry.

 …

"How's this gun?" Haozi asked the team leader. He just rushed to the second floor, and the middle-aged man shot at him. Fortunately, Haozi was well prepared. When he entered the door, he bent down and rolled. This was ahead of schedule. His prediction saved his life, and Hao Zai shot the opponent three times without hesitation.

“The Japanese army’s standard weapons are not very lethal.” Cheng Qianfan sneered.

 The bullets of this gun are weak.

In the "February 26" mutiny incident in Japan that shocked China and foreign countries, the weapon used to attack Kantaro Suzuki, the military attache to the Emperor's aide, was such a Type 26 revolver.

Kantaro Suzuki was shot three times by the rebels, one shot missed, one hit the lower abdomen, and one grazed the heart. Although he was seriously injured, he was rescued later.

"Is this person Japanese?" Hao Zai was surprised, and at the same time he felt a lot more comfortable. He could shoot the other person without hesitation, although the fact that the other person held a gun showed that he was not an ordinary person, and he was not mentally burdened. , However, it would be better if the person who died was a Japanese.

 “Eight or nine are inseparable from ten.” Cheng Qianfan nodded.

Traitor agents are rarely equipped with Type 26 revolvers. Only the Japanese use this. And even among the Japanese, not many use Type 26 revolvers. Even the Japanese like this gun. Some people like it very much, and there are many people who don't like it.

 “The gunfire has become sparse.” Hao Zai said after listening to the movement outside.

 “It’s done.” Cheng Qianfan took off the mid-level rifle that was slung across his body, placed it on the ground, and said to Hao Tsai.

As he said that, he suddenly glanced at the cabinet by the wall and pretended to stick the Mauser gun in his waist.

At this moment, Cheng Qianfan rolled to the left on the ground.

 …

brush!

A cold light flashed by, and Cheng Qianfan's back was swept by the blade, and he was immediately covered in blood.

 “Team leader!” Hao Zai exclaimed.

 When Hao Zai reached for his waist and was about to draw his gun and shoot, he saw that the team leader did not seem to be affected by the injury to his back at all:

 Push your right foot forward hard!

 The whole body springs up like a spring!

The team leader just pounced on the sneak attack who had just brandished his samurai sword and completed a sneak attack. At this time, he had not yet released his strength and successfully recovered the sword.

 I don’t know when, the dagger was already in my hand.

 The dagger reflected a cold light, which turned into blood red when it was stabbed into the person's abdomen.

 Cheng Qianfan ran directly into the arms of the sneak attacker and stabbed him three times in a row and quickly.

His right shoulder hit him and when the samurai sword hit the ground, Cheng Qianfan took half a step back, then grabbed the attacker's hair. Then he pulled out the dagger from the attacker's abdomen and slit the attacker's throat.

Like a faucet turned on, blood spurted out.

 Cheng Qianfan pushed the body, took a piece of clothing from the cabinet and wiped the blood-covered face, then found a white shirt and tore it open, "Help me bandage it."

"My subordinates didn't clean it well..." Hao Zai said with a look of shame on his face. He was careless and did not check the wardrobe, which resulted in Brother Fan being injured.

 “What a waste of words.” Cheng Qianfan cursed, “There’s no time.”

 Taking the strip of white cloth, Hao Zai glanced at Brother Fan's back. A piece of meat had been cut with a sharp samurai sword, and the blood-red flesh was opened. Without any hesitation, he directly helped Brother Fan bandage it up.

Cheng Qianfan groaned and moved his shoulders. The wound was stretched and he grinned. It was okay. As long as he endured the pain, it would not affect the battle.

 “Work!”

The two of them moved cabinets, chairs and other furniture against the door to ensure that even if an enemy attacked by surprise, they would not be able to break in quickly.

 Then, the two men lay down on the edge of the two windows respectively, and two long gun muzzles poked out along the open window.

 The reason why I chose this room is because it has the best shooting angle.

 …

  Caka.

“Team leader, I’m out of bullets.” Ping Luchang glanced at the Mauser gun in his hand, turned to Lu Xinge and said.

 “How many animals have been killed?” Lu Xinge asked.

"Wounded two..." Ping Luchang had an ugly expression and a low tone. He didn't kill any of them. He felt that he was not honest enough.

 “Hahaha.” Lu Xinge smiled heartily, “I killed three of them and gave you one as a gift.”

 Having killed three of them, I was enough, and the team leader also brought in an extra person to support him.

 There is no loss in this transaction.

Hing Luchang had a smile on his face, and his happiness was that simple.

Lu Xingo raised his pistol and fired.

 An agent who was about to sneak in from the corridor on the right fell to the ground at the sound.

“Achang, now we both have someone to support us.” Lu Xingge laughed heartily.

 “Team leader, you are awesome.” Ping Luchang shouted loudly.

 …

  Caka.

 Luchingo's Mauser pistol was also out of ammunition.

 “They’re out of bullets.” An excited ghostly howl came from outside.

Lu Xinge took out a bullet from his pocket and inserted it into the magazine.

Snapped.

There was a gunshot, and an agent who was screaming and preparing to rush in was shot in the shoulder and fell to the ground. The others were frightened and rolled back.

 “I’ve been fooled,” someone shouted.

Lu Xinge looked at the short gun that had no bullets in his hand and sighed. He was just sorry that he didn't kill more traitors.

　　Taking out the grenade from the fallen cabinet at his feet, Lu Xingo unscrewed the back cover and wrapped the lead between his fingers.

 He looked at Pinglu Chang, "Achang, we are on our way."

Without saying a word, Achang kowtowed three times to the northwest, "Mom, I'm leaving."

Ping Luchang is from Pengcheng, which is located in the northwest of Shanghai.

 As he said that, he came over and sat shoulder to shoulder with Lu Xinge.

“Team leader.” Ping Luchang said.

 “What?” Lu Xingge turned to look at Pao Ze.

 “Can we defeat the Japanese?”

“Yes.” Lu Xingge said decisively.

“A Yuan said that A Hu died fighting a Japanese enemy and was a martyr. Am I considered a martyr?”

"Forget it!" Lu Xingge laughed loudly, "Expelled the Japanese slaves, wrapped the corpse in horse leather, and exchanged the good head for Kyushu to save it. Achang, you and I are both martyrs, hahaha!"

"Then I'm the same as Ahu. It's worth it." Ping Luchang grinned. He couldn't understand those words, but he could understand 'calculate'. He touched his stomach as he said it. He was hungry again. He felt a little regretful. Apart from my mother's concern, he felt that it was his biggest regret that he could not be a dead man.

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