Chapter 2 is still in progress
Only a glimpse of the person's shadow, and that team leader didn't even have time to shout out loud, Hu Weidong had already circled around to his back like lightning, stretched out his hand to hook his neck and twisted it with force. The team leader didn't even have time to let out a cry of surprise before he fell softly to the ground without breathing. Hu Weidong immediately took off his rifle and looked at it, surprisingly it was the "Hanyang Type 88 Rifle" that he had seen in the military museum before, and couldn't help but frown slightly. As someone from a military-industrial family background, Hu Weidong naturally knew that this type of rifle wasn't very accurate, and since he hadn't used it before, even though his marksmanship was still pretty good (above special sniper standards, but not comparable to Zhang Taofang's true godly marksmanship), using it hastily in a rush wouldn't have a high hit rate. With only one bag of bullets obtained from the spoils, how could he possibly take out so many enemies? After all, the enemy had already been alerted, and there wouldn't be another chance to easily obtain guns and ammo...
"Taking down one of them means I have to escape, what a failure...", Hu Weidong saw more than a dozen enemies running towards him from afar and had no choice but to prepare for a "strategic retreat". He retreated while firing at the enemy, but unfortunately, it took three bullets to take down just one of them, and the efficiency was not high. Fortunately, these soldiers seemed to be very afraid of death, as soon as they heard the gunshot, they all immediately fell to the ground. It wasn't until a suspected leader of the militia - a fat man who looked like a local tyrant - offered a reward of 100 taels with a painful expression that this mob cheered and charged again. But by then, Hu Weidong had already successfully escaped into the forest...
The forest was the battlefield that Hu Weidong liked best, although there were no trees in winter, but the trees here were often as thick as a man's arm, enough to hide a sideways warrior. It has been a long time since Hu Weidong had a real battle, today is just right to see if his skills are still there?
"Ow, my foot!", was all that could be heard before a loud explosion, and one of the team members in front suddenly let out a pained cry as he fell to the ground with a thud. Immediately after, another identical explosion occurred, and this unfortunate fellow groaned for a few moments before falling silent. The one who killed him were two "nail bombs" made by Hu Weidong using bullets and hawthorn spikes, but ironically, it was the explosion that killed him, which was truly tragic. And next to him, another team member just tried to help him up to see what happened, only to hear a loud "bang", and suddenly a hole appeared on his face, with a stream of reddish-white foul-smelling liquid spraying out, splashing onto the face of the comrade opposite him...
"Ah! Ah!", the guy with a face full of brains was clearly scared out of his wits, and in his panic, he instinctively pulled the trigger, but shot another team member's calf instead. At this time, Hu Weidong fired another bullet, and the tallest guy among them fell down...
"These fools, stopping in their tracks but not finding a place to hide, aren't they just asking for me to blow their heads off?" Hu Weidong sneered and fired another shot, and the enemy, as expected, lost another man. Hu Weidong's confidence grew, and he gradually discovered that these enemies might not be as difficult to deal with as he had thought. They were numerous, but their fighting spirit and tactical awareness were too poor, and their clumsy marksmanship and slow movements didn't pose much of a threat to him. What made Hu Weidong even happier was that as he became more familiar with the rifle in his hands, he not only became more proficient in technical actions such as reloading and shooting, but his aim also became more accurate.
The team members suffered a great loss and naturally wanted to counterattack, but the other side was too well hidden. They could only estimate Hu Weidong's position and fire randomly, but they didn't have automatic weapons that could fire continuously. It would be lucky if they hit him at all. Moreover, Hu Weidong's marksmanship was incredibly accurate, and in no time, a third of the team members fell to the ground. How could they continue fighting? As a result, these cowards turned around and ran away with a loud shout. Ironically, this gave Hu Weidong, who had almost run out of bullets, the opportunity to pick up guns and ammunition from the dead bodies. With sufficient bullets, Hu Weidong's confidence grew, and his marksmanship became even more accurate. Under his hail of bullets, only three people out of the original eleven managed to escape...
"Useless things!", the short and stout man's face turned iron blue as he saw those team members so useless, he immediately pulled out the revolver from his waist and shot the leader of the escapees on the spot. But at this moment, Hu Weidong fired a shot from far away, but the sound was just covered by this shot, when he realized it, the bullet had already entered his forehead, taking his life on the spot.
The team members were suddenly in a mess, the enemy was so accurate at such a distance, but they couldn't even confirm where the enemy was, how could this battle be fought? And those villagers who were originally like lambs to be slaughtered seemed to have been inspired all of a sudden, and they all rushed towards the remaining team members like crazy...
Seeing the villagers who suddenly became ferocious, the soldiers were all frightened and forgot that they had guns in their hands until Hu Weidong fired another shot and killed another soldier. By then, they had already fallen into the vast ocean of people's war. When the crowd dispersed, Hu Weidong couldn't even see a complete corpse...
"Luck is really not bad......", Hu Weidong couldn't help but secretly sigh, if it weren't for the sudden riot of his fellow villagers that unexpectedly ended the battle quickly, even if Hu Weidong could win, there would definitely be some who escaped, and when those escapees called in a large number of reinforcements, no matter how good his martial arts were, he would only have to run away......
"Is it just you, young man?" asked an old man with sparse hair, his eyes filled with disappointment that he couldn't hide.
Hu Weidong naturally knew why they were disappointed. Just now, he still heard people rushing to tell each other "The Red Army is back again", only to find that there was only him, this feeling was simply like "久旱逢甘霖，一滴" (a long drought meeting a sweet raindrop). Looking at everyone's eyes becoming lifeless again, Hu Weidong suddenly felt as if there was a huge stone stuck in his heart. He couldn't help but shout loudly to everyone, "'A single spark can start a prairie fire.' Although I'm the only one now..."
"Hey, young man, are you sent by Chairman Mao?", the old man suddenly grasped Hu Weidong's hand and asked almost incoherently. These three words seemed to have a magical power, and hundreds of people who had fallen into despair again suddenly turned their heads to look at Hu Weidong...
