The first two chapters are less important than the rest of the book.
The setting sun is like blood, smearing on this stretch of beach.
On the beach, more than a dozen corpses were scattered all over, their bodies gruesome and bloody, with streams of blood flowing from their wounds, washing away the surrounding sand grains, forming small streams that flowed into the nearby river, turning the water a deep crimson.
About four hundred meters away, a small team of Japanese Kwantung Army devils were advancing very cautiously towards the corpse, with their bodies bent very low.
At the end of the beach is a small grove.
"Xiao Dangjia, wake up!" A stout middle-aged man shook the young boy in his arms vigorously, his voice already hoarse from crying.
This young man was seventeen or eighteen years old, and his figure was slightly thin. The young man looked a bit unwell, covered in sand grains all over his body, already weak as a thread, walking on the edge of the King Yama's palace!
"Third Uncle, the young master is probably done for." Next to the middle-aged man stood a robust young man, holding two box-shaped guns and carrying a long-barreled rifle on his shoulder. He was anxiously shouting, his eyes already red from crying, with a hint of despair!
"What am I going to say to the master when I get back?" Third Uncle muttered to himself, "Fifteen brothers were lost, and Young Master is still in danger!"
"Tiger's son is going to avenge the young master and his brothers!" The young man who called himself Tiger's son gritted his teeth, making a "hoho" sound, put down the long-barreled rifle on his shoulder, and was about to rush out of the woods.
"Hu zi, come back to me!" Third Uncle was in a great hurry, stretching out his hand to grab Hu zi, but he had already rushed out and was three or four steps away, somewhat beyond reach.
"Heavens, what's to be done?" Third Uncle was already flustered, wanting to rush up and catch Upper Tiger, but then looked at the young master in his arms with difficulty.
"Hu Zi, you're back." Just in time, the young master in San Shu's arms suddenly spoke up, causing Hu Zi to stop dead in his tracks and making San Shu overjoyed!
"Are you awake, young master?" San Shu and Huo Zi, who had just returned, were both extremely startled, staring at the youth without blinking.
"Hmm." The young master's expression was slightly puzzled, "What's going on here? Where am I?"
It's no wonder that Shao Dangjia was bewildered, a special forces soldier like himself was actually ambushed by terrorists using an old-fashioned rocket launcher, and he didn't even have time to escape. A loud explosion sounded in his ears, and then he lost consciousness. When he came to, he was being held in the arms of a middle-aged man, who was calling out to him as "Shao Dangjia!"
It's okay, as a special soldier, the young man has nerves of steel and has long been trained to remain calm in the face of danger. At this moment, the young man did not panic, but was thinking about his current situation.
Young man named Nie Tiange, a renowned Wolf Tooth Special Forces soldier from the Fifth Division of the Republic, went to the border to carry out anti-terrorism tasks, but capsized in a hidden ditch, lost his guard and was annihilated by a rocket launcher fired by terrorists!
That loud cry was just a subconscious shout from Nie Tian. Nie Tian could be certain that he didn't know this Third Uncle and Hu Zi at all. However, Nie Tian soon came to realize that it was the body he possessed that knew Third Uncle and Hu Zi.
Because, Nie Tianying suddenly found that he had two soul memories in his mind after a brief confusion, one was the memory of a special soldier, and the other was the memory of this young master.
What made Nie Tian feel astonished was that this young master actually had the same name as himself, which couldn't be said to be anything but fate.
According to the faint memories in my occupied body, it is now 1924, or the 13th year of the Republic. I am currently in Northeast China, and life is not easy here in this era.
"Third Uncle, it's all over!" Hu Zi shouted, "The young master's mind is gone, he doesn't remember anything!"
"It's fine as long as the young master is safe." San Shu didn't care about anything else, as long as the young master was unharmed, he could still return home and make excuses. "Hu Zi, you carry the young master and leave first, I'll hold off those little devils for a while!"
"Hu Zi, your dog's brain is really rotten." Nie Tian Ge glared at Hu Zi with a bad temper, "Return the rifle to me."
Hǔ zǐ hēi hēi yī xiào, cóng dì shàng jiǎn qǐ le nà bǎ cháng shì bù qiāng tuì gěi le niè tiān gē, piē le piē zuǐ.
Translation:
Hǔ zǐ smiled and picked up the long-barreled rifle from the ground, handing it to Niè Tiān Gē with a smirk.
In Hu Zi's eyes, this firework was nothing compared to the box cannon in his hand. With two box cannons in hand, left and right firing, pointing wherever he wanted to shoot, that was what it meant to be mighty!
At this time, San Shu's eyes were blazing with anger, staring straight at the devils on the beach. These Japanese devils were truly ruthless, not even sparing the corpses, using the bayonets of their Type 38 rifles to stab each corpse on the beach, using this method to check if these corpses were really dead!
These dead bodies were all underlings of Third Uncle, no wonder he was so grief-stricken. Death is a big deal, but the devils didn't even spare their corpses, they're really worse than beasts!
Nie Tianwu was overjoyed to have a gun in his hand, but what surprised him even more was that the rifle Tiger had handed him was actually his beloved vintage M1 Garand rifle from another world!
The M1 Garand rifle has a high reliability, high shooting accuracy, easy to disassemble and clean, it has proven to be a reliable, durable and effective rifle.
In the Pacific Islands, Southeast Asian jungles, African deserts, and European battlefields, the M1 Garand rifle performed exceptionally well in most theaters of World War II, earning a reputation as one of the best rifles of World War II. The primary infantry weapon for U.S. forces during World War II and the Korean War. American soldiers loved the M1 Garand rifle.
Praise for the M1 Garand rifle, however, was not limited to the Army and the Marine Corps. The M1 Garand performed exceptionally well in all environments, and almost all soldiers wished that they had an M1 Garand; none made any suggestions for further improvement.
The famous American General George S. Patton evaluated the M1 Garand rifle as the greatest battle implement ever devised.
This M1 Garand rifle actually crossed over with Nie Tian at the same time, how could it not make Nie Tian excited!
The M1 Garand rifle has a distinctive en bloc clip system, where an 8-round steel clip is inserted into the receiver at a 45-degree angle, and when the last cartridge is fired, the rifle ejects the clip with a distinct metallic "ping" sound, alerting the soldier that the rifle is empty. The clips come in two varieties: one with a rounded nose on both ends, allowing it to be inserted either way into the receiver, and another with a single rounded nose, which can only be inserted with the open end facing upwards. Each cartridge's base rests against the back of the clip, with the extractor groove at the base of the case clipped into the interior ribs of the clip; if one cartridge's tip is protruding, none of the others will fit in the clip. Since the cartridges are exposed, they do not always align properly, and soldiers often tap the bottom of the rifle against their helmet to align them before loading. It is difficult to reload a partially empty clip into the rifle.
As a semi-automatic rifle, the magazine capacity is still too small. However, the M1 Garand was the first semi-automatic or self-loading rifle to be produced in large quantities and enter service, which was quite advanced for its time!
From this faint memory of his childhood, Nie Tian learned that it was now March 1924, and the eight Japanese soldiers 300 meters away were holding Type 38 rifles!
With a Garand rifle in hand, Nie Tian Ge naturally felt a surge of courage. If he couldn't defeat these eight Japanese devils with this Garand rifle, which had a far superior range and accuracy compared to the Type 38 rifle, then he might as well go jump into a river.
So, Nie Tian'ge didn't even think about it and opened the safety of his Garand rifle, aiming at a Japanese soldier 400 meters away!
Chapter 2: A Shot to the Head
"Beat the dog day's Japanese devils!" Tuzi saw Nie Tian Ge's momentum, first slightly stunned, then excitedly shouting "Avenge the dead brothers."
"Let's withdraw, we can't stay here." Third Uncle pulled Nian Tiange and sighed, "The master is still waiting for us to return to the village, who knows how worried he must be."
Third Uncle said so, but in fact, he was just making an excuse for Nie Tian to save face. To be more accurate, he was giving the young master a way out. At a distance of 400 meters, even the most skilled shooter in the village wouldn't dare say they had a sure shot, let alone this young whippersnapper, Young Master.
Ke San Shu immediately calmed down, mainly because Nie Tian Ge held the gun and aimed with a focused expression and a confident look on his face.
Third Uncle had never seen the young master with such confidence and concern, suddenly feeling a strange sense of unfamiliarity towards this young master. But what kind of feeling it was, Third Uncle couldn't quite put into words.
Nie Tian raised his Grandeur rifle and aimed for half a day, but did not fire.
Third Uncle couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, it seemed that being a young master was just for show, and he almost fooled this old Jianghu himself!
In fact, Nie Tianke was just because of his previous inertial thinking, so he took a more cautious shooting posture. From the small woods to the Japanese soldiers, there is a distance of over 400 meters, which is not a safe distance in modern warfare using sniper rifles.
After some thought, Nie Tian Ge cautiously lay down, placing the Garand rifle on the ground, then pulled the bolt and aimed at the Japanese devils in the distance.
"Bang!" The sound was Nie Tian pulling the trigger of his rifle.
With this crisp gunshot, not only San Shu and Hu Zi beside Nie Tian Ge were startled, but even the devils far away were frightened, conditioned reflexively to lie down on the ground.
In fact, this shot didn't hit anything, it just made the sand in front of the Japanese devils fly, and the noise was a bit frightening.
"Damn it!" The devils looked towards the forest and found that the distance was actually so far, possibly feeling that it would damage the image of the Imperial Japanese Army, they cursed in a flurry.
Immediately afterwards, a Japanese soldier even stood up with great fanfare, pointing his middle finger in the direction of the forest where Nie Tian was located, and his body was also shaking back and forth, making all sorts of obscene gestures.
It's no wonder that even the best shooters of the Great Japanese Empire wouldn't dare say they have a grasp at a distance of over 400 meters, let alone those Chinese bandits who were cleaned up like ants from afar!
Third Uncle and Hu Zi stared at each other, unable to laugh or cry. They had thought that with the way things were going, they had an eighty to ninety percent chance of success, but in the end it turned out like this!
Nie Tian shrugged, the previous shot was just a test, to see if the performance of this Garand rifle had been affected by the crossing. After all, Nie Tian found that the sight in front of the rifle was gone!
This time, Nie Tian'ge simply moved the muzzle slightly in direction, aiming at the head of that arrogant Japanese soldier. Nie Tian'ge noticed that this Japanese soldier was so reckless as to take off his helmet!
But for the Garand rifle's effective range of 730 meters, this is simply not a problem!
Maybe it will be better this way!
Nie Tian's face broke into a cold smile, and the corners of his mouth twitched with a hint of sinister laughter. This eerie and terrifying smile made San Shu, who had been paying attention to Nie Tian's movements, feel a chill in his heart. He had never seen such an eerie and terrifying smile before.
This time, Nie Tian held the butt of the Garand rifle firmly against his shoulder, keeping it perfectly still and steady.
As Zhao's right hand index finger gently hooked onto the trigger, another "bang" rang out!
Rifle bullets happily drilled out of the muzzle, flying towards the Japanese soldiers' heads at an initial velocity of over 900 meters per second!
What left San Shu and Hu Zi stunned was that the Japanese soldier who was laughing wildly in the distance suddenly jerked his body, and then his entire head burst open like a watermelon, rising up a cloud of blood mist visible to the naked eye!
One shot to the head!
Then, the headless corpse of the Japanese soldier fell straight back, looking extremely mysterious and terrifying!
"Good fight, don't be a homebody!" Hu Zi couldn't help but jump up excitedly and start dancing with the rice seedlings!
"Get down!" Nie Tian suddenly became anxious, flew up one leg and kicked Hu Zi to the ground, doing a dog-eat-shit!
"Too young...!" Hu Zi's mouth was full of mud, and he couldn't help but protest in a muffled voice.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from above the tiger's body, which was the terrifying sound of rifle bullets hitting the branches and leaves. The tiger also immediately fell silent, lying still on the ground.
Although at a distance of over 400 meters, the Japanese soldiers did not have accuracy, but the remaining seven Japanese soldiers simultaneously aimed at this direction with a burst of gunfire, and the momentum created was extraordinary.
A blind cat may also run into a dead mouse, let alone the accuracy of bullets calculated by probability!
The unlucky Japanese soldier's head burst open like a watermelon, bringing an unprecedented mental shock to the remaining seven Japanese devils!
However, the Japanese soldiers were well-trained after all, and soon began to move slowly in a combat formation towards the small woods where Nie Tian and others were under the command of a squad leader or something similar.
For Nie Tian, the Japanese soldiers on the flat beach with no cover were just living targets! Only these targets could move, and they were mobile targets!
With a slight aim, Nie Tian'ge pulled the trigger again. However, this time Nie Tian'ge aimed at the chest of the sergeant who was shouting loudly and directing other Japanese soldiers!
"Bang!" Another crisp gunshot!
The bullet flew out of the barrel and whizzed towards this sergeant!
The scorching metal bullet head accurately drilled into the chest of this Wu Chang, and at the moment it entered the flesh, the metal piece burst open, splashing everywhere in the body!
The bullet head rolled happily inside the Japanese soldier's body, and the scorching high temperature was like a red-hot iron entering an ice bucket!
The blood in the Japanese soldier's body was vaporized by this high-temperature bullet head!
The Japanese lieutenant felt his body burning with intense pain, but his nervous system was still so clear!
As the bullet head drilled out a small bowl-sized hole from behind the Japanese sergeant's back, it whizzed out! The Japanese sergeant felt his whole body was icy cold, extremely cold!
Japan's Wu Chang clearly felt his body temperature dropping step by step, and his vitality was losing step by step!
At that moment, the Japanese sergeant thought of many things, his gentle wife and lovely children far away in Japan, as well as those Chinese civilians who lost their lives under his bayonet!
In a daze, all of this has gone far away!
The corpse of the Japanese sergeant finally fell to the ground, falling on the road of charge, falling in this foreign land, his dirty soul was destined to never return to his hometown, this is retribution!
