The War of Resistance Against Japan: Starting with a Calm View of Life and Death

The Japanese had no idea that the enemy would dare to counterattack despite being at such a disadvantage, and that their speed and counterattack would be so precise and skillful!

He used up all his strength in his thrust, and his body leaned forward, making it difficult for him to immediately pull back!

In his haste, he only managed to utter a single cry of surprise: "Ugh—!"

He tried to turn his head to avoid it.

It's too late!

puff!

It was that dull thud of a sharp weapon piercing flesh again!

The triangular spear tip pierced with unparalleled precision into the most vulnerable depression below his Adam's apple!

The cold metal ripped through flesh, severed trachea, and tore blood vessels without any resistance!

The spear tip pierced through, carrying a tremendous force that jerked his entire neck backward!

All of the short, stocky sergeant's roars and movements came to an abrupt halt!

His bulging eyes instantly became bloodshot as he stared intently at the attacker who had appeared like a ghost, filled with extreme fear and disbelief.

He tried in vain to grab the gun barrel that had pierced his neck, but all his strength seemed to be drained away in an instant.

Thick, hot blood gushed out of his mouth, nostrils, and the horrible wound on his neck, like a flood bursting its banks!

"Heh...heh heh..." He let out a desperate groan like a broken bellows, his body convulsing violently, and the Type 38 rifle in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

His short, stocky body fell straight backward like a felled log!

His back slammed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Blood spread rapidly beneath him.

His limbs were still twitching unconsciously, each twitch bringing out more blood and foam, but the light in his eyes had completely dimmed.

A final thought flashed through his mind.

It turns out that all Chinese people know martial arts!

The moment Zhou Jindong killed the sergeant, he didn't even have time to glance at the result of the battle.

The third Japanese soldier, the one with the triangular eyes, was finally recovering from his initial shock!

His companions, two fierce imperial soldiers, were easily slaughtered like chickens by a sickly man wielding a red-tasseled spear in just a few breaths!

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"Devil! Chinese devil!"

Extreme fear instantly overwhelmed his greed, and the triangular-eyed soldier let out a scream!

The instinct to survive overcame everything!

If you're outnumbered three to one and two of your opponents have taken them out, then you're left all alone...

Moreover, the other side seems to have a hidden accomplice!

He completely abandoned the idea of ​​competing in marksmanship, and only one word remained in his mind.

Dangerous!

He frantically pulled the bolt, and with a crisp "click," the bullet was chambered!

He didn't even dare to aim properly; he just wanted to fire a random shot at that terrifying figure and then turn and run!

Just as his finger slipped on the trigger, and the gun was pointed in Zhou Jindong's direction—

Zhou Jindong has made another move!

In a battle between masters, victory or defeat often hinges on a single thought.

Moreover, the Japanese soldiers in front of us don't seem to be any real experts.

An inch longer, an inch stronger!

The moment the triangular-eyed soldier pulled the bolt, he had already made a prediction!

After killing the sergeant, he used the recoil from the gun when he pierced the enemy's throat to keep his body moving without stopping. Like a high-speed spinning top, he used his left foot as the axis and twisted his right foot on the ground!

The dust underfoot was kicked up by the soles of my shoes, creating a small cloud of smoke!

With a violent spinning force, he and his gun instantly completed a 180-degree turn!

The shaft of the red-tasseled spear, like an enraged black python, gained tremendous centrifugal force as it spun!

Ugh!

The gun barrel tore through the air, emitting a whistling sound even more terrifying than before!

The jet-black spearhead, carrying terrifying kinetic energy accumulated at high speed, was like a heavy cannonball fired from a gun, turning into a black afterimage that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye. With the force of wind and thunder, it pierced straight into the left side of the triangular-eyed soldier's chest!

Its speed and power exceeded the limits of human reaction!

The triangular-eyed soldier had just half-pressed the trigger with his index finger when the deadly gun tip filled his entire field of vision!

He could even see the still-uncongealed bloodstains from his two former comrades on the tip of his gun!

"No--!"

puff!

The triangular-eyed soldier's scream was stuck in his throat.

Like a wild dog with its neck being choked.

Zhou Jindong's red-tasseled spear had transformed into a black lightning bolt, its three-edged tip piercing precisely into his heart!

The resistance when the spear tip entered the flesh was negligible, as if piercing a thin sheet of paper, followed by a muffled "plop" sound, like a ripe pomegranate being split open by a sharp weapon.

The triangular-eyed soldier's body stiffened abruptly, and his finger on the trigger could no longer press down.

His wide-open triangular eyes were filled with despair and fear, as if he could not believe that he would be killed by a "primitive" red-tasseled spear until his death.

His body seemed to have all its strength drained away, and he slumped backward, the Type 38 rifle in his hand falling to the ground with a clatter.

With a twist of his wrist, Zhou Jindong pulled the gun tip out of the corpse's chest, drawing out a spray of hot blood.

He quickly took a step back and cautiously scanned his surroundings.

After exerting myself continuously, I felt almost completely exhausted for a moment.

Only his heavy breathing remained in the pharmacy, along with fragments of medicinal herbs scattered on the floor and three gradually cooling corpses.

"Huff... huff..."

He was panting heavily, and a fine layer of cold sweat was seeping from his forehead.

The fight just now lasted only a dozen seconds, but it seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

Every shot must be extremely precise, and every dodge must be risked with one's life!

But his eyes grew brighter and brighter. His fighting instincts, honed in his previous life, were fully activated. Coupled with his exceptionally strong body and years of hard-earned martial arts skills, the killing intent in his blood was like a sleeping beast that had finally awakened!

He looked down at the red-tasseled spear in his hand.

The dark red tassels, soaked in blood, became even more vibrant.

This seemingly simple weapon had just acted like the Grim Reaper's scythe, reaping the lives of three Japanese soldiers.

"A red-tasseled spear is still a spear!"

Zhou Jindong muttered to himself, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

Even though he was used to modern weapons in his previous life, he felt an unprecedented sense of security as he held this red-tasseled spear.

This gun was born at the wrong time, yet it was born in the right place!

This is a weapon that is not suited to this era, but it contains the spirit of the Chinese people!

Without time to think, Zhou Jindong immediately took action.

He knew that the Japanese patrol could come at any time, and he had to deal with the scene as soon as possible and get his father away from here.

Zhou Jindong first walked to the body of the thin-lipped Japanese soldier, bent down and picked up the Type 38 rifle that had fallen from his body.

The rifle was well-maintained; the barrel was polished to a shine, and the bayonet was still in its holster.

He checked the magazine and found five bullets left—the magazine capacity of the Japanese Type 38 rifle was five rounds.

It seems this guy hasn't had a chance to fire yet.

Pooh!

waste!

wrong!

Waste is good!

Next came the body of the short, stocky sergeant.

The sergeant's Type 38 rifle also fell to the ground, its stock covered in dust.

Zhou Jindong picked up the gun and found that the magazine was empty.

It's obvious that this is a beast.

This seems to be why a veteran like the sergeant, who has experienced countless battles, chose to thrust with his bayonet rather than fire his gun.

After all, a gun is faster than a gun seven paces away.

Within seven steps, the gun is both accurate and fast!

However, he had three ammunition pouches inserted in the leather belt around his waist, two in the front and one in the back.

Each ammunition box in the front holds thirty bullets, and each ammunition box in the back holds sixty bullets, for a total of one hundred and twenty bullets.

Zhou Jindong took the three ammunition boxes off and put them aside.

Seemingly remembering something, he turned back to the first Japanese soldier's corpse, where, sure enough, there were three ammunition boxes filled with bullets.

Take it off as well and put it together with the ammunition from before.

At this moment, Zhou Jindong had a vague idea that he was about to make a fortune!

In the original owner's memories, how many bullets did that arrogant childhood friend, the guerrilla captain, have?

Three shots, or five shots?