Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

Some of this group of bandits and traitors scattered, but most of them ran along the main road. Humans are social animals, and even when they are running for their lives, they subconsciously huddle together for warmth, thinking that this way their chances of survival are greater.

Li Jun ordered his pursuing clones to ignore the scattered guys and to hold on to the main force and drive them into the encirclement in front.

The clone that Li Qinwu teleported to the front to block the enemy has already set up an encirclement. There is a dense forest on the left side of the road, and the large army cannot enter. There is farmland on the right side. It is winter now, and there are only ridges left in the farmland. It is bare and there is no cover at all.

Li Jun ordered Li Jianfeng's 30 special forces to be evenly distributed in the forest on the left. They were enough to deal with the traitors and bandits who ran into the forest sporadically. The 500 main blockade forces stood in a row, forming a semi-arc from the road to the ridge of the field.

They lay on the edge of the field, using their white cotton coats and cloaks as cover. Even the guns they used were painted white, making them less easily spotted from a distance.

The clones had just formed their formation and lay on the ground for a while when a large number of traitors and bandits appeared running at the end of their sight.

Seeing that there were too many bandits, Li Qinwu opened a portal and returned to the position, moving four Liao-made Maxim heavy machine guns back to increase firepower.

After a while, this group of bandits and traitors ran to about 300 meters in front of the encirclement. Some of them noticed something was wrong. They saw that there seemed to be someone lying on the ground in front of them.

Some of the bandits were so confused that they pretended not to see anyone in front of them and just kept running forward. Some smart ones realized something was wrong and dodged to the left into the forest, but more of them could not see anything because they were blocked by their companions in front of them and just kept following the footsteps of the people in front of them and rushed forward.

However, when this group of bandits rushed to a distance of nearly 4 meters, even the most courageous ones felt something was wrong. The rows of people wearing white cotton coats and lying on the ground, holding weapons in their hands and pointing them directly at them, especially the four heavy machine guns mounted in various directions, which were so eye-catching that they felt dazzling.

The bandits and traitors who were running in the front stood there in a daze, while the bandits behind were still pushing forward, causing chaos among the bandit and traitor team.

However, the clones have not opened fire yet, as this is not yet the optimal shooting distance for the submachine gun.

Li Qinwu, who had been sharing vision with his clone, saw the bandit and traitor stop. He thought for a moment and came up with an idea.

He gave an order to one of his clones in front of the formation, and the clone immediately knelt up, waved and shouted at the traitors and bandits on the opposite side.

"Brothers! We are one of our own! General Zhang sent us to support you, come quickly!"

This group of bandits and traitors were frightened by the pursuers behind them. They ran for their lives and their brains were deprived of oxygen. They had no ability to think at all. When they heard the other side say that they were support troops sent by Zhang Haipeng, they ran forward without thinking.

The decline in intelligence caused by the threat to their lives has turned these people into fools. They didn't even realize that the person lying on the ground in front of them was wearing the same white clothes and white cloak as the pursuers behind them.

These idiots thought they were saved and ran forward faster.

In order to annihilate them completely, the clones boldly placed them 20 meters in front of them, and they could almost see each other's faces.

"beat!"

The clone closest to the enemy shouted, and fired the MP18 submachine gun in his hand, spraying a row of bullets at the group of bandits and traitors opposite.

When the other clones heard the gunshots, they pulled the trigger without hesitation and shot the enemy. In an instant, a steel storm poured out, and the bandits and traitors who were huddled together fell down wailing.

Under the shooting of four heavy machine guns, more than 200 MP18 submachine guns, and more than 300 Liao-style rifles, this group of bandits and traitors met their demise.

In order to escape, some bandits and traitors took advantage of the fire on their colleagues in the front row and tried to run in the direction they came from. However, the 500 clones chasing them also arrived at the scene, lay down and shot at them with various weapons, and the bandits and traitors running back were mowed down again.

The two pieces of bread with cheese were ready, and the bandits and traitors turned and ran to the right ridge of the field.

Anyone who has been to the Northeast knows that the arable land in the Northeast is composed of large pieces of farmland connected together. Now it is winter, and there are no crops on the land at all. It is endless as far as the eye can see.

This group of bandits and traitors had just been running for so long that they were already exhausted by this time. Those who chose to run to the ridges of the fields became targets one by one, and the clones using bolt-action rifles began to kill them, just like practicing shooting.

As for those who chose to escape into the forest, a heavy machine gun mounted on the ridge of the field could just shoot into the forest, so the clone controlling the heavy machine gun turned the muzzle and focused on the clone running into the forest.

A barrage of bullets shot into the forest, and when it hit a human body, a blood mist would burst out directly. When it hit a limb, the entire arm or thigh would be torn off.

This group of bandits and traitors wanted to use trees as cover, but the 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullets could easily penetrate three to four large trees, and still have enough power to tear their bodies apart.

The heavy machine gunner swung the muzzle and fired in a straight line. The barrage of bullets hit the forest, creating big holes on the trunks of the big trees. The snow piled up on the treetops fell down with a loud noise, and for a moment it formed the effect of a smoke bomb, making it impossible to see the situation in the forest clearly.

But it doesn’t matter. The 30 special forces evenly distributed in the forest will take care of any fish that slip through the net.

Each special forces member was equipped with an MP18 submachine gun and carried two cowhide magazine bags containing five magazines. The magazines they used were the 5-round version produced by the Fengtian Arsenal, which meant that each clone carried 50 rounds of ammunition.

In addition, each clone had two M1911 pistols, an axe, and two 5-round wooden-handled grenade bags on his waist.

These clones would fire bursts of gunfire in the forest from time to time, and every time a gunshot was heard, a panicked bandit or traitor would fall to the ground and die.

When some bandits saw that there were still enemies deep in the forest, they lay down on the ground and tried to use plants to avoid the enemy's shooting.

However, Li Jianfeng and his gang had maxed out their vision points and had thermal vision abilities. These guys lying on the ground had been running for so long that they were steaming and were easily captured by thermal vision.

The mountain was steep, and the bandits and traitors could not be targeted if they lay down, but they still had grenades.

The students took out wooden-handled grenades from the grenade bags, adjusted the direction and threw them out. Then the grenades would avoid the dense tree trunks and branches, and accurately fall to the hiding place of the bandit and traitor, blowing him up into the sky.

Li Jianfeng half-crouched behind a tree, holding the MP18 firmly in his hand. He used the mechanical sights to aim at the swaying figure in front of him, and occasionally pulled the trigger to fire bursts of shots.

Every time a gunshot was heard, a swaying figure fell down. The MP18 didn't even shake in his hand. More than 20 bodies had fallen in the forest in front of him.

He felt that killing these bandits and traitors was quite boring. These guys had dropped their guns in order to escape, and until now no one had shown up to fight back against them.

But the battle was worth it, as Li Jianfeng found many areas that needed improvement.

For example, the MP18 submachine guns they used could fire pistol bullets with little power and a short range. For their clones with full physical strength, it was like a big horse pulling a small cart. Its performance could not keep up with their combat effectiveness. They needed a more powerful and domineering Big Click.

Moreover, the MP18 with a horizontal magazine had been stuck many times in the forest, and the 50-round magazine was also unreliable. So far, the MP50 with a 18-round magazine in his hand had experienced ammunition feeding problems twice.

Another thing is that the magazine pouch is very crappy. They use cowhide magazine pouches, which, like bulletproof vests, have design flaws. It is very difficult to pull the magazine out of the pouch. The 50-round magazine is too long, so it is a bit difficult to pull the magazine out, and it is even more difficult to put the magazine back after it is empty.

He could no longer stand these backward carrying tools, and he had to design more advanced carrying tools when he returned.

Li Jianfeng was a little absent-minded as he was thinking. Suddenly, he felt a sense of crisis and rolled to the left without thinking, rolling onto a small gentle slope that he had seen in advance. This small gentle slope could block the enemy's direct fire.

He had just completed this series of actions when the next moment, the place where he had previously dodged was hit by a series of bullets.

When Li Jianfeng heard that the person shooting at him was a Type 99 light machine gun, he thought to himself, didn't the bandits throw away all their weapons? Why was someone still shooting at him?

He quickly leaned his head out to glance at the shooting position, then quickly lowered his body. Several more bullets were fired at him, continuously hitting the ground in front of him.

"No wonder they didn't even drop their weapons when they were running for their lives. They were the devils."