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The Sichuan Army's Anti-Japanese War
Author: There is Spring in the World
Test Chapter
Updated on 2011-10-11 8:02:41 Word Count: 5205
"Boom", follow me Pull the trigger. A large cloud of gunpowder smoke unique to self-mixed black powder mixed with an iron marble flew toward the target. Accurately hit a rabbit squatting in the grass. In fact, it had already sensed the danger and raised a pair of long ears, twitching the wet nose on its three-petal mouth and looking around uneasily. But before he could notice me, he was shot in the eye by an iron bullet fired from my shotgun. The rabbit pedaled a few times unwillingly and became motionless.
I put down the single-barrel shotgun in my hand and stood up from the hidden grass. Walk towards where the rabbit fell to the ground. Looking at the dead rabbit's rotten head, he couldn't help but sigh: "I missed the shot again." Originally, I wanted to go in from the left and go out from the right. I shook my head, bent down, picked up the rabbit and walked back to the shelter. Throw the dead rabbit into the basket that already contains several dead pheasants and hares. I opened my pocket, took out two pancakes, put them in my mouth and started chewing them. Because I ate so fast, I had to pick up the bamboo tube filled with water and drink a few sips of water to stop the burping. At the same time, the water in the mouth also swallowed the pancakes that had become dry noodles. I touched the last large piece of dried meat in the dry food bag, and after thinking about it, I gave up. After swallowing hard, I started to pack it up. Today we still have to cover dozens of miles of mountain roads.
Halfway down the mountain, I tightened the wide belt made of deerskin around my waist as I walked. This deerskin belt is a hundred times stronger than the ordinary cloth belt. Like the half-used buffalo horn cartridge hanging on my waist. A deerskin bag filled with dozens of iron marbles of different sizes and a slightly larger pigskin bag filled with fine iron sand. The bamboo tubes filled with water are all hung on this suede belt.
I carry a long-barreled shotgun on my back. After I dug a trap when I was ten years old and caught a wild boar weighing more than 200 kilograms, my grandfather used wild boar skin to add pheasant...