Chapter 11: The Initial Appearance of the Gun God

  Zhuang Han was staring at Ma Qian with great interest, when he suddenly got scolded and was stunned on the spot. His brothers who were about to leave all stopped and smiled, waiting for their boss to get angry.

  Ma Qianan was observing the surrounding warriors while competing with Cao Yafang, and found that this small group of people were wandering outside the main team, and they didn't show much respect to Cao Yafang. The wounded soldiers didn't even look at them straight in the eye, which made him feel strange and think deeply about their origins.

  "Shopkeeper, this kid is looking for trouble. Watch me teach him a lesson." A thin-faced man with skinny arms fawned on the burly fellow.

  The boss? Oh! Ma Qian'an suddenly enlightened. Bandits, but they are bandits with a prefix, anti-Japanese bandits.

  The team of Anti-Japanese League consisted of ordinary civilians and a large number of anti-Japanese bandit troops, the Anti-Japanese Allied Army, Ma Qian knew this.

  This sturdy man was named Li Fengshan, and the Japanese army had reached his doorstep. He had repeatedly clashed with this bandit gang that constantly disturbed the peace, killing many of his brothers. In a fit of rage, he raised the banner of "Ping Dongyang" and embarked on the path of resisting Japan. Facing the well-equipped Japanese army, his troops suffered heavy losses, and at one point, he considered surrendering. However, before he could implement this plan, he encountered Cao Yaofan's troops two years ago and was persuaded by Cao to join the Anti-Japanese Alliance. Although their status was relatively free, they belonged to a loose alliance with the real Anti-Japanese Alliance, only mobilizing together for major tasks and acting independently at other times, with not very good discipline.

  Li Fengshan cast a sideways glance at the thin-faced man, ignoring him. He quickened his pace, trotting to Ma Qian's side, and with a flourish of his thumb, praised: "You've got guts! You're one of us!"

  Ma Qian'an replied with a careless tone, "You're quite bold, huh? What's the matter, are you planning to run away?" At the same time, another gunshot rang out and another Japanese soldier fell down.

  Li Fengshan's face turned red, and he hastily said: "Damn it! I knew you all looked down on us. I didn't expect even you, who just arrived, would say something like that. When I was fighting the devils, you were still in your mother's womb, running around like a chicken. Today, I won't run away, let me show you who has killed more devils."

  Li Fengshan was enraged by Ma Qian'an, and couldn't hold back his face. As he spoke, he turned his head around and shouted at those people: "All of you listen up! Today I'm going to compare with this brother, see who's more powerful. Those who are afraid of death, get out of here! Those who aren't afraid of death, come on up, don't just stand there like a fool!"

  The heroes of the green forest have a good tradition, which is to talk about righteousness! Whether it's true or false, no one will betray each other in public. As soon as the leader shouted, everyone climbed up the small hill, got into position, set up two machine guns, and started firing continuously. The firepower on the Anti-Japanese side suddenly increased several times, pushing the devils back dozens of meters.

  The devils stabilized their formation, hastily set up the rocket launcher and started firing.

  The enemy's grenade launchers had always been a headache for the individual soldiers, and when the skilled gunners were in top form, their accuracy was no less than that of mortars. On the anti-tank fortifications, explosions rang out one after another, and casualties began to appear again. Ma Qianan was anxious and decided to take out these dozen or so small cannons, which posed too great a threat to them.

  50MM grenade launcher, range 300 meters. As long as this thing is driven beyond 300 meters, it's no threat, just a waste. How to quickly get rid of them? Ma Qian'an aimed at Li Fengshan's machine gun, Type 99? Damn! It's the latest model of small RB. High-powered bullets, sight range 1500 meters, range up to 3000 meters, great stuff! Wonder how these bandits got it.

  Li Fengshan glanced at Ma Qian'an with the corner of his eye, seeing him occasionally glance at the machine gun in his hand, and then grinned and said, "Brother, are you jealous? This machine gun is a treasure, I lost three brothers to get it."

  "Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat..." The machine gun in Li Fengshan's hands was firing non-stop, making Ma Qian's heart itch with impatience. "This good stuff, in your hands, is truly wasted!" Ma Qian deliberately provoked Li Fengshan.

  "Whoa, whoa! I just praised you a couple of times, and you're already getting arrogant? Big-tailed wolf!" Li Fengshan's heart was filled with anger, his hand shook, and half the bullets flew into the air.

  "Give it to me!" Ma Qian stretched out his hand.

  "What's going on?" Li Fengshan Xiang was dissatisfied.

  "What's up? I'll show you what a top-notch shooter is, what a god of guns is!"

  Li Fengshan didn't say a word, and let go of his position. In fact, he had just seen Ma Qian'an's marksmanship, which was more accurate than his own. On the battlefield, where life and death are at stake, one should try to inflict as many casualties on the enemy as possible - it's not a place for sentimentality. However, Li Fengshan still felt a bit uneasy, saying: "This machine gun is not like your big-barreled rifle, have you ever used it? If not, give it back to me."

  Ma Qian'an rolled over and landed in the position that Li Fengshan had vacated. As the cold rifle stock touched his cheek, Ma Qian'an felt himself merge with the gun.

  The ammunition handler next to him quickly replaced a new magazine and began to load the empty magazine with bullets. Ma Qian'an nodded at him in satisfaction.

  The gun fired, "dada" a short burst, hitting the middle of a tree trunk 200 meters away. Ma Qian'an adjusted the sight, "dada" another short burst, hitting a huge rock 300 meters away, shattering stone fragments flying in mid-air. After adjusting the sight again, this went on until an entire magazine was fired, but not a single devil was killed, nor even a hair on their head was touched.

  Li Fengshan was taken aback, and his discontent suddenly erupted as he bellowed: "You good-for-nothing, what are you doing?! You're not even as good as me! Give it back to me!"

  Ma Qian'an didn't have time to retort a single word, when suddenly a big foot kicked Li Fengshan 4 or 5 meters away. He immediately hugged the machine gun and rolled sideways to avoid this position, and at the same time pulled the ammunition hand with one hand.

  Li Fengshan was furious, opening his mouth to scold: "Little calf..." Before he could finish, a loud explosion was heard, and a grenade exploded at the position where he had just been standing. He couldn't close his wide-open mouth again. What a narrow escape! If it weren't for this little calf, oh, this brother kicking himself in the foot, he would have really gotten himself killed. Who needs a gun?

  This kid's eyes are sharp, he can even see the trajectory of the cannonballs.

  "Hey, thanks a lot!" Li Fengshan wasn't an unrefined person. He had just escaped with his life and wanted to say something to the person who had saved him. "What's your name? I have to remember it. If you die, I'll set up a memorial tablet for you."

  "Son of a bitch, the dog farted, farting dog! Hearing this inauspicious language, Ma Qian'an immediately felt his five organs churning, feeling uncomfortable for a while. He couldn't scold this rascal, so he cursed him silently in his heart: You're dead, I'm still alive, thanks to no one speaking properly, you bandit."

  "Ma Qian'an" Ma Qian'an rolled back to his original position, without even lifting his head, and replied. "Fire!" He shouted at the ammunition handler. Then he glared at Li Fengshan who had crawled back, made a provocative expression, and said "You said it, let's see whose gun is more powerful."

  Ma Qian'an's machine gun roared to life after a dizzying array of movements. "Rat-a-tat-tat!" A Japanese soldier was hit in the hand, his grenade launcher flying out of his grasp as he stumbled backward and fell to the ground. "Rat-a-tat-tat!" Another grenade launcher was knocked askew, its wounded owner rolling away in agony. As Ma Qian'an's Type 99 machine gun continued to fire wildly, one by one, the Japanese soldiers' grenade launchers were silenced, the pressure on the Anti-Japanese Alliance's position easing, and the screaming Japanese troops left behind a trail of corpses as they retreated in disarray. After World War II, there was a statistic that said it took an average of 2,000 bullets to kill one enemy soldier. However, when Ma Qian'an got his hands on a machine gun, this statistic became meaningless. Every time he finished firing a clip, he would leave behind 4 or 5 enemy corpses, far exceeding Li Fengshan's expectations.

  Li Fengshan and others all gaped in shock. Such a result, even ten machine guns might not be able to achieve! Amazing!

  Li Fengshan was puzzled and asked, "How did you miss just now? You wasted a whole box of bullets. How come you're accurate now?"

  "You don't understand, do you? Do you know this gun? You don't, I can tell by the way you look. Hmph!" Ma Qian'an countered strongly and continued to explain: "What I did just now was adjustment, blood calibration, finding a reference object... Ah, let's talk about it in detail when we get back, there's a lot to learn here."

  "Phooey! Still dripping with blood and you're recognizing the gun? That's my father's gun, I'll let you play with it for a while, and it'll become yours?" Li Fengshan said angrily.

  Ma Qian'an ignored him, proudly and exaggeratedly hugging the machine gun, making Li Fengshan so angry that he rolled his eyes.

  The enemy's attack was repelled, and the gunfire on the Anti-Japanese Alliance's position ceased. The soldiers who had just gone through the fierce battle took a breath, came back to life, called out to each other, and patted each other on the back. The intense battle also caused casualties in this small unit, with 8 killed, and besides the wounded left behind to block the enemy, another 5 or 6 were added.

  The warriors mostly didn't go to see their fallen comrades, it was a useless move. The remaining people either bandaged their wounds or boasted about their previous performance, occasionally someone expressed a rough emotion towards the brother who had just died in battle, scolding and praising, but there was no crying or painful expression, gritting teeth and vowing revenge. Ma Qian sighed in his heart, "This is what a real battlefield looks like!"

  After watching the devils retreat in disarray, Ma Qian'an turned his head to look at the chaotic crowd on the battlefield and felt that he should do something. He cleared his throat and shouted to everyone: "I say, stop fighting in such a disorderly manner! Can't we get someone to lead us and give unified commands?"

  This shout attracted everyone, people can't move without a leader, birds can't fly without a head, unified command may be able to strike the enemy better. The wounded who originally stayed voluntarily all looked at Ma Qianan, Li Fengshan's men stared at Li Fengshan, apparently each had their own thoughts, and they already had a candidate in mind.

  Ma Qian'an's performance just now, everyone also saw that at least half of the devils who were killed in front of the position were shot down by Ma Qian'an's machine gun. He has the greatest merit. The shooting is good, and he dares to defy the military commander, with a big temper, maybe there is also a set of command?

  Li Fengshan didn't want to argue with Ma Qian'an, he knew his command art wasn't good, but he also didn't want to speak softly, so he asked Ma Qian'an's army, "Hey! Little Ma brother, you just told Cao Junshuai that you know how to fight, right?"

  "That's right, I said it, what about it?"

  "It's nothing much, if you can bring all of us back, I'll let you be the leader temporarily."

  "Hum! Isn't this being petty? Are you going to take away my troops? I won't say anything else, but taking away half of them is no problem."

  "It's settled, it's you. Although I'm your superior in terms of position, I don't dare to boast, and I won't compete with you." Li Fengshan didn't pretend, but said bluntly: "Don't talk nonsense, even gods can't take everything away, if we can take half, that's already a blessing from the heavens."

  Ma Qianan was indeed anxious to integrate this group of people. He had just discovered that the firepower configuration was problematic and the positions occupied by personnel were also problematic. If not resolved, it would be easy to be breached. Now that he had some time, he had an idea.

  Having won everyone's approval, Ma Qian took over the command and began to direct in a serious manner. "Hey, comrade, take 20 more steps to the left and hide behind that tree. Hey, you two, carry that machine gun further away, yes, yes, to the back of that slope."

  Under the command of Ma Qian, the personnel reorganized and rearranged their formation, changing from a single row to a more staggered and longer front line, doubling the controlled area in front.

  Just now, he also discovered that the wounded had a good machine gun on their side. He specifically paid attention to the machine gunner and unexpectedly found that it was a big girl like a fake boy, who was cooperating with Cao Yafan's younger brother, serving as an ammunition hand.

  The girl didn't seem to be injured, and judging from her intimacy with Little Cao, they should be husband and wife or lovers. She couldn't bear to abandon her partner and was preparing to die together as a pair of mandarin ducks. Ma Qian'an smiled faintly, feeling a pang in his heart. Alas! Brothers, husbands and wives... The Anti-Japanese League's battles were exceptionally cruel, but their love stories were especially romantic! Wishing you good luck.