Chapter 0008 The Fat Man's Ambush (Part Two)

During wartime, a fully armed Japanese soldier would carry 120 rounds of ammunition and 2 grenades. To all the soldiers, the chance of survival for the big-faced man holding a rifle was indeed quite slim. Six standard Japanese grenades could blow the big-faced man into chunks of meat, the kind that could be directly tossed into a pan for stir-frying.

It is a pity that this is now a battlefield, not a training ground. The Japanese army, which is overall much stronger than the Chinese military, should rarely encounter such individual ambushes. Their reactions are swift, yet they are too dogmatic.

To be more precise, it is a fat man, an obese Japanese army sergeant, with a fierce and menacing face marked by several black stripes, resembling the painted face of a character in Peking opera

A single shot to the head

The bearded men and the soldiers standing ready to fight against the machine guns had no hope of survival, yet unexpectedly, what they witnessed was a bloom of blood on the head of the enemy machine gunner

The brutal slaughter left even the battle-hardened soldiers feeling a chill run down their spines; this treacherous fat sergeant is truly a formidable character

Following the direction of the gunfire, the soldiers, covered in goosebumps, instinctively turned their heads and were left dumbfounded as they saw a burly man suddenly leap out of a shell crater less than ten meters away from them

If one were to say that the big-faced man calmly pulled back the bolt, bending at the waist while holding the gun level, resembling a plump cheetah in the midst of a hunt with a certain imposing presence, then what can be said about the military uniform that was clearly two sizes too small, revealing his pale, fleshy arms as he made his movements

A sharp bullet pierced through the center of the forehead, the fragile brain was churned into a mass of pulp, the neural connections in the brain were severed in an instant, and the fingers that once received the command to pull the trigger were left with only unconscious twitching. Such force was utterly insufficient to pull the trigger of a spring-loaded mechanism

A series of inhuman wails echoed in the ears of the soldiers, as a bayonet measuring over thirty centimeters, along with the gun barrel, was completely thrust into the neck of the Japanese soldier lying on the ground

The reaction of the remaining three Japanese soldiers was much stronger than that of the Nationalist soldiers. At the moment they heard the gunfire, they quickly assessed that they were under attack, disregarding the need to shoot the captives in front of them. They all dropped to the ground, rolled over, and turned their guns towards the direction of the sound—where they were very familiar with the firing position of the Type 38 rifle.

At that moment, with a crisp gunshot, a blood-red haze enveloped Matsuda Naoto, who was about to pull the trigger, followed by an eternal darkness

Matsuda Naijuu silently cursed the Chinese soldiers who did not allow him to enjoy life earlier, while grinning as he pulled the trigger. There would be no suspense; the thirty rounds in the Type 11 machine gun he held could send the more than twenty lowly Chinese before him straight to hell

What on earth is that

The seventy years of temporal disparity is an insurmountable chasm for these Japanese soldiers. Had it not been for encountering Liu Lang, a member of the most elite special forces from the future Huaxia, the impeccable individual combat maneuvers of the three Japanese soldiers would not guarantee an immediate kill, but they would have had little difficulty holding out until reinforcements arrived

Liu Lang proudly told the inventor, Captain Clay of the British Army, with a deep bite mark, that when it comes to imitation, the whole world acknowledges China, and there is reason for that

Dum-dum bullets have a mortality rate of ninety-five percent when hitting the head, seventy percent when hitting the chest or abdomen, and thirty percent when hitting the limbs. Even the fifth article of the Nazi military regulations prohibits the use of such projectiles

If it were not for the Type 38 rifle in their hands, which, including the bayonet, has a total length of nearly 1.7 meters

At least, from the somewhat dazed eyes of the Nationalist soldiers, Liu Lang could not discern much hope.

The bullet, embedded with Liu Lang's dental imprint, completely exploded at the moment it penetrated human tissue due to structural changes, rolling within the brains of the Japanese soldiers and releasing all its kinetic energy, thoroughly disrupting the brain tissue while the immense energy, with no place to dissipate, shattered the skull.

The prosperous city should not belong to the lowly Chinese; only the Empire of Japan is worthy of possessing such a wealthy land. It can send more money back to the Empire for its mother and freely enjoy the flower girls of the Chinese. If it were not for these lowly Chinese who overestimate their own strength and resist, they would have completely occupied Shanghai, the largest and most prosperous city in the East. Why must they still lie on the cold ground in this early winter season? ... Damn the Chinese ... If it were not for these lowly Chinese who overestimate their own strength and resist, they would have completely occupied Shanghai, the largest and most prosperous city in the East. Why must they still lie on the cold ground in this early winter season? ... Damn the Chinese ...

Like a long snake that has not completely died, its body is limp, with only a gaping, menacing head remaining to prove its distance from true death

A standard dog defecation action collectively jolted the soldiers awake

That shot was not only accurate but also ruthless

His finger had already pressed down one third of the machine gun trigger, yet the remaining two thirds became a distance that this fervent militaristic soldier would find difficult to surpass in his lifetime

"Maregebi, if you don't help me soon, I'm going to die!" Liu Lang shouted angrily as he leaped forward with his arms outstretched, just before the remaining Japanese soldiers fired their guns.

The most ferocious offense is the best defense. Liu Lang, who had just jumped out of the shell crater, had no intention of engaging in a protracted battle with the three. After shooting the machine gunner dead with a single shot, Liu Lang leveled his gun and sprang out of the shell crater

The spinal nerves that were instantaneously severed have completely incapacitated the movement of the body below the neck of the little devils. The Japanese soldiers, pinned down by long rifles, can now express themselves only through hoarse wails, and are left with the effort of lifting their helmeted heads due to the immense pain.

During the rolling action, one must draw out and then raise the 1.7-meter-long spear from beneath the body; the time taken is sufficient for the enemies to be sent to hell.

In the astonished eyes of the Nationalist soldiers, Liu Lang made a tremendous throw, and the Type 38 rifle, equipped with a bayonet in his hand, struck with a trajectory even straighter than that of the bullet in its chamber, pinning the soldier who had already extended his gun barrel ten meters away to the ground

If placed in training, Liu Lang said it would be appropriate to applaud these three little devils for their very standard individual combat movements, which allow them to protect themselves while also striking at the enemy

As he watched the three pre-identified targets urgently drop to the ground and roll for cover, Liu Lang calmly pulled the bolt of his rifle and with a "bang" shot the soldier who was farthest away and was struggling to extract the long gun from beneath him.

In the dim night, the red-and-white epiphyllum bloomed abruptly, creating a bizarre scene that made soldiers, who had witnessed countless deaths, tremble collectively

It is no wonder that the soldiers of the Nationalist Army were greatly astonished

Indeed, this dogmatism is perceived in this way by Liu Lang

As a veteran who has served in the military for three years and has been a machine gunner for one year, Matsuda Naoto felt no concern for the uprising of the captives before him, and even harbored a slight sense of delight at the impending massacre

The red is blood, while the white ... ...