Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Feng Shanshi patted Dabao on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"What's wrong? Are you not happy even though you found someone?"

Dabao shook his head and said nothing, but his brows were getting tighter and tighter. Feng Shanshi felt very embarrassed and hid aside a little angrily. But after only forty minutes, he knew exactly why Dabao was like this.

More than twenty soldiers ran down the mountain in a row. Their physical fitness was better than that of the police and militia, so the task of transporting the wounded down the mountain was given to them.

Three police officers, a soldier, and a militiaman were carried down on simple stretchers. They all had serious injuries, either in the chest or in the arms and legs.

The Type 56 automatic rifle uses a 7.62x39mm bullet. Most people have no idea what this type of bullet is, but it is this type of bullet that will make a big hole no matter where it hits the human body.

For example, the Type 38 rifle used by the Japanese in the past had extremely strong penetrating power, but its actual killing power was not even one-fifth of that of this rifle bullet.

The doctors and nurses who rushed over looked at the big holes on the wounded and all scratched their heads. This kind of wound was difficult to sew up. They could only make a tiny stitch and then fill it with gauze to block the wound. If the wound was on an arm or a leg, the patient would be disabled in the future.

The soldiers who brought down the wounded stood in front of Dabao and the leaders, and explained the situation one by one.

It turned out that Shen Maolin was hiding in a cave, and the entrance to the cave was blocked with big rocks. He hid behind the rocks and arranged his guns in a triangle along the cracks between the rocks. He fired a few shots from this gun and a few shots from that gun.

As long as they are within the angle range of the gun, no one can escape.

The commander on the scene was a battalion commander who had experienced the Peninsula Campaign. Now he was also scratching his head. He was like a tortoise shell with its head retracted. He didn't know where to start.

Some people also suggested using grenades to clear the way, but Shen Maolin was a martial artist, and the stones he moved basically weighed hundreds of pounds, one stone on top of another, and the grenades had no way of blowing them up.

Fortunately, the battalion commander had experienced actual combat and knew that the tactic of adding fuel to the fire was a taboo in war, so he ordered the combatants to surround the entire cave from front to back and left to right.

His idea was, I can't smash your turtle shell, but you can't stick your head out to eat either. By then you'll be so hungry that you'll feel dizzy and you won't be able to come out.

This is the only solution, it's just a rogue move.

Dabao's face was gloomy. He had experienced many such cases in later lives. The best way was to use a sniper to shoot Shen Maolin in the head. Not to mention whether there was a sniper now, even if there was, he might not be as accurate as Dabao's shooting, so Dabao decided to do it himself.

But the question arises again, what kind of rifle can be used as a sniper rifle?

The best sniper rifle now is the M14, but where can you find one in such a hurry? Dabao finally decided to pick up a large eight-grain rifle, loaded it with bullets, and without saying a word, carried it on his back and went up the mountain.

As soon as he went up the mountain, Feng Shanshi and other leaders could no longer sit still and hurriedly followed him up the mountain.

It took Dabao only five or six minutes to reach the mountain, which was over a hundred meters high. He left Feng Shanshi and the others far behind.

When Dabao arrived, a loudmouthed man from the public security team was negotiating terms with Shen Maolin.

"Shen Maolin, you are now surrounded by us. Even if you have a good gun and a lot of bullets, do you dare to come out and fight with more than a thousand of us? You don't come out? Don't you want to eat or drink?

And don't you need to sleep? We're going to throw a grenade at you every five minutes, and I wonder if you'll still be able to sleep.

Shen Maolin, if I were you, I wouldn't suffer this punishment and would just come out and surrender. We all know that there are some things that cannot be blamed on you. You see, we all know it, and the judge will know it too.

You don’t know, but our judges in Shanghai have a nickname, called “good guys”. As long as the people have grievances, even if they have committed murder or arson, the judges will give them a way out.

Your affairs are all on this line, so you may not die, but if you do this now, you are really not far from death.

Believe me, I'm a seven-foot-tall man, and my words are as real as nails. If you just drop your gun and raise your hands in surrender, I'll go and plead with our chief right away."

Dabao nodded secretly. This policeman was pretty good. What he said made sense. It seemed that he would be a good negotiating expert. He pulled a policeman over and asked.

"Who is this person who is speaking?"

Gongan was startled. He knew who this general was. This was the commander who had spoken to them before they set out. He quickly stood at attention and saluted in response to Dabao's words.

"Sir, this is Zhang Taiwei from the Propaganda Department,"

Dabao nodded and wrote down the name. He looked up at the cave not far away. The cave didn't look big, but he didn't know how deep it was. The entrance was more than a person's height and there were six big stones piled up.

There are gaps between the stones, each about the width of a palm.

Dabao's consciousness surged like a tide, and in an instant he saw everything in the cave. When he understood the situation in the cave, he couldn't help but frown.

I saw a short young man kneeling on one leg, holding a fully automatic rifle in his right hand, staring fiercely outside, while his left hand unconsciously unloaded and loaded bullets from a magazine.

This means that if there is no other way, the only way to attack is after he runs out of bullets.

But Dabao knew that it was impossible to wait until the enemy ran out of ammunition and food before attacking. Many senior officials were paying attention to this matter. If hundreds of people could not attack the cave guarded by one person, not only Dabao, but also the leaders of various units involved in the battle would be held accountable.

This is not only a matter of responsibility, but also a matter of face, so Dabao decided to personally come up and snipe the murderer.

Shen Maolin heard what the police shouted. To be honest, he was a little tempted, but then he thought about how many people he had killed along the way. Not to mention the police and soldiers who had just attacked, he had already killed several of them.

If I surrender now, it would be strange if these people would let me go.

Thinking of this, Shen Maolin laughed out loud.

"Are you kidding me? I know I'm doomed, but before I die, I'd like to take a few people with me to be buried with me!"

He pulled the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun kept swinging back and forth, and bullets flew out. One militiaman was caught off guard and was bitten hard on the right arm by a bullet. He screamed and retreated, covering his arm...