Chapter Twenty: Sword Leaving Scabbard with Raised Eyebrows
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As for the shotguns on the warriors' backs and the hand grenades in their waists, it was naturally his and Yan Yuning's credit. After the efforts of the ironmaster uncle in the village and several gold and silver craftsmen he had invited, they finally reached a practical stage. The shotgun continuous firing device is being tested, currently adopting a double-barrel configuration, short barrel, can continuously fire twice within 30 meters. Firing self-made copper shell shotguns. The power is astonishing, preparing to cover them before close combat with the devils, I believe the devils will definitely like it.
The grenade also incorporated Yan Yuning's ingenuity, with some shells made of white cast iron, precision-cast, and capable of producing over a hundred fragments after explosion. If the new-style explosive is used in the future, its power will be even greater. The fuse was designed by gold and silver craftsmen, using a pull-ignition tube, but currently, production is relatively small, and it will take some time to mass-produce and equip them.
Looking at the clothes and weapons he designed with his own hands, he felt a sense of pride and satisfaction. "Ah, I'm really a genius!" Just as this thought flashed through his mind, he was immediately caught by two little girls who were suppressing their giggles. Yan Jufan turned around to see one person on each side, each holding onto one of his arms, then using force to twist the tender flesh above, ouch! But in this situation, he didn't dare to cry out loud.
Watching the warriors on the training ground, each warrior dodging, jumping, and shooting at targets appearing in various places, the surrounding villagers burst into cheers. The agile warriors were like leopards, constantly popping up to launch sneak attacks, changing positions and firing again. The little rascal was grinning from ear to ear, his heart aching with excitement. He didn't expect that even he, hiding in the crowd, would be discovered by these two little girls, and Rain Nong had even learned from that arrogant Qin Siyu. It was infuriating! How could he not be careful and fall into their clutches again? Thinking this, he turned back to smile faintly at Rain Nong, immediately changing his left hand's rotation to a gentle massage. In his heart, he smiled, after all, Rain Nong was the best to him. However, his right hand's rotation speed increased, and he gritted his teeth in pain as he turned back to look at Qin Siyu, quietly grabbing her arm with his right hand. Qin Siyu immediately let go, glanced around stealthily, and stood obediently beside him. Done!
Watching the vigorous warriors performing their skills, Qin Wanyun's heart was filled with pride. These were all trained by her husband, and they already looked like a well-trained army. After experiencing the baptism of war, they would be sharp weapons. Her judgment had been correct, and she was also surprised by Yan Jufan's clever ideas. This naughty boy was good at both training soldiers and teasing his niece, and he would definitely become an extraordinary person when he grew up. Qin Wanyun was very satisfied with her new family, where both her husband and children respected her greatly. She would carefully take care of all these things and be a qualified wife and mother. Qin Wanyun's eyes followed the figure of Yan Xiawu, filled with warmth and love.
The sun has just risen, the air is refreshing, and the wind blows gently, bringing waves of grass. A few butterflies dance on the roadside wildflowers, a few wild rabbits watch from afar as a horse-drawn carriage approaches, the horse pulling the cart is not pleased to have gotten up early, snorting in discontent. The car owner uses a whip to remind the greedy mules who's boss.
The Tongcheng Ghost Child pseudo-army has arrived again to collect grain and grass, "strengthening law and order". At this time, a small team of ghosts and two battalions of pseudo-troops rushed towards the Haojia Wopeng 60 miles away from the city. This place is a large village in the nearby area with thousands of people gathered. Naturally, many grains and grasses need to be collected here, so they hurriedly brought 20 horse-drawn carts. The pseudo-army had been terrified of the Japanese since the Li Village massacre, and now they listened obediently and were easy to command. Therefore, this time a small team was added, just to give the Japanese soldiers an opportunity to relax. Team leader Sasaki felt very relaxed, as there were no large anti-Japanese armed forces in the area, not even some bandits had been intimidated by the previous Imperial Army's massacre in Li Village. There have been no attacks on the Japanese occupation army since then, and even some pseudo-troops have risen to power under the guise of the tiger.
Sasaki is extremely disgusted with these trash, as a warrior of the Great Japanese Empire who worships Bushido, defeat must be atoned for by seppuku. Where can they be like these trash and help foreigners kill their own compatriots? And take advantage of this to pretend to be mighty, unfortunately, this land, if it could completely occupy this land, would definitely make these Chinese trash see how the Great Japanese Empire creates glory and victory, at that time the whole world will tremble under Japan's feet.
The thought of happiness had not yet turned around, when Sasaki fell head-first onto the big truck, and another twenty-one devils also lost their lives. The good marksmanship unique to mountain people instantly made half of the devils lose their lives, and before the sound of gunfire had fallen, a pile of iron scraps flew into the crowd from the roadside grass like sparrows.
"Enemy attack..." The voice had barely fallen when the Japanese sergeant was hit in the forehead, his skull flying far away. Several more devils fell to the ground, the sound of gunfire crisp and urgent but not chaotic, each shot claiming a devil's life. The puppet army up front heard the gunfire and hastily removed their guns, turning around to be on guard. Two company commanders were very quick-witted, immediately crawling on the ground, and the puppet army followed suit, pressing themselves flat against the earth. Holding their guns, they randomly fired to both sides, praying in their hearts that they wouldn't attract the enemy's firepower.
In the midst of hand grenade explosions, several Japanese soldiers who were not well hidden fell to the ground. From the start of the attack to the cessation of gunfire, it was all over in less than a minute. More than 50 Japanese soldiers survived with only 7 remaining, and another 5 were seriously injured. Such heavy losses had never been seen before.
When the surviving devils forced the puppet army to retaliate with firepower by the side of the road, there was no more gunfire. The puppet army, whose legs were trembling wildly under the threat of the devil's machine gun, advanced towards where the bullets had been fired, but there was nobody!
The footprints on the ground were chaotic, and it was clear that a group of people had stayed here before. However, not a single shell casing could be found, which was strange. Several puppet soldiers looked at each other, and they all felt fear in their hearts. The dead Japanese devils were almost all shot to death with one bullet, and they acted quickly, even picking up the shell casings cleanly. If they hadn't aimed at the Japanese and fired earlier, it's unknown how many of them would have been killed by now. They were too powerful. Even the Japanese devils didn't stand a chance, and their machine guns didn't even fire. Many Japanese devils didn't even take out their rifles before being shot to death. From the surprise attack to the exchange of fire, the Japanese devils didn't even get to shoot one bullet, and they almost got annihilated. What terrifying power! They had personally seen the daily training of the Japanese devils and knew that Japanese soldiers were not easy to deal with. Now, these powerful Japanese devils didn't even have time to react... If it were them... In the future, it's better to do fewer bad things. Although they were forced to, when the Japanese couldn't see, just pretending to be obedient would be enough. Otherwise, this group of killing stars might shoot them with one bullet, and that would be the end.
