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A white parachute flower suddenly bloomed in the sky. Tie Zhu squinted his eyes to observe closely; this should be the pilot who had just crashed the injured plane into the Japanese Bomber.
Several Japanese Fighters were approaching the battlefield, lowering their altitude and firing a barrage of bullets at the parachute flower, further confirming Tie Zhu's guess.
After dealing with the Nationalist Army aircraft, the Japanese Bomber once again dropped munitions, but this time it was done in a hurry. They had lingered in the air for too long and needed to return quickly.
The Fighters continued their relentless attack on the floating parachute flower, bullets continuously slicing through the air around it, forming chains of fire.
Yu Ziwen pulled out his sidearm from his belongings and began shooting at the approaching Japanese planes.
Today, Yu Ziwen was quite lucky; his handgun actually hit a Japanese Fighter. However, it only managed to make contact; the caliber of the handgun was insufficient to penetrate the thin metal skin of the Japanese aircraft, leaving just one or two bullet dents on its surface.
The Japanese Fighter circled around him, continuously spewing flames, trying to shoot him down mid-air. Perhaps fate did not intend to take Yu Ziwen yet; the bullets always whizzed past him without hitting, and even his parachute remained intact, steadily descending.
Japanese Soldiers and Chinese Soldiers were gathering at the location where Yu Ziwen was about to land. The Kuomintang Soldiers wanted to rescue this airborne hero, while the Japanese aimed to capture this Chinese Soldier for military merit!
Tie Zhu stared blankly at the parachute flower slowly drifting towards him, which appeared larger in his eyes until bullets from a nearby Japanese Fighter struck near his hiding place by the Clock Tower, snapping him back to reality.
In the end, Yu Ziwen was not shot down by the Japanese Fighter and landed safely on the ground. The Japanese Fighter, somewhat frustrated, fired a burst of bullets at his landing spot before reluctantly climbing away just before crashing into a small building.
Tie Zhu crouched atop the Clock Tower. Although it wasn't very high, it provided a broad view, and he had already spotted several approaching Japanese Soldiers.
"Hurry up! Get up here!" Tie Zhu shouted at Yu Ziwen, who was packing up his parachute. The Japanese Soldiers were very close; they would see him as soon as they turned the corner.
Hearing Tie Zhu's urgent call from nearby while packing his parachute, Yu Ziwen immediately realized what was happening. He stopped meticulously wrapping up the parachute and roughly stuffed it into his bag before running towards the Clock Tower.
"Bang!"
Gunfire rang out; it was Tie Zhu shooting. A Japanese Soldier had just turned into a small square when Yu Ziwen had not yet reached upstairs. Tie Zhu's shot startled the hurried Japanese Soldier. Although he didn't kill him, it slowed down the Soldier's pace.
"Be careful at the stairs, I set a tripwire there!"
Suddenly remembering that he had installed a tripwire at the stairway on the first floor, Tie Zhu shouted, fearing that Yu Ziwen might not have been killed by the Japanese Soldier but instead blown up by the trap he had set!
"Got it, thanks for the reminder!"
After hearing the warning, Yu Ziwen slowed his pace and carefully approached the stairway. After confirming the position of the tripwire, he cautiously stepped over it.
"Thank you!" Yu Ziwen whistled at Tie Zhu, speaking in English.
"What are you talking about? Mountain pork? I don't have any meat here!"
Scratching his head, Tie Zhu didn't understand what he meant and thought he was asking for meat. After thinking about it, he realized that besides a can of food, he didn't have any meat left. That can was meant for Shunliu Brother as an offering after the battle; he couldn't eat it!
Yu Ziwen smiled: "It's not mountain pork; it means thank you. That's what I said in English just now!"
"Oh, oh, oh! I don't really know much about that. If you want to talk, just speak Chinese; I can understand that. I don't get what you're saying in English!"
Tie Zhu scratched his head, puzzled as to why they couldn't just speak Chinese and had to use English. However, he still felt a bit envious of Yu Ziwen because he was an intellectual.
"Wow, you actually have a Sniper Rifle? Are you a sniper?"
Seeing the weapon in Tie Zhu's hands, Yu Ziwen's eyes widened in excitement as he reached out to grab it.
Tie Zhu didn't stop him; as long as it wasn't Shunliu Brother's weapon, he didn't mind. He wasn't used to this gun anyway.
"What are you talking about, Sniper Rifle? A sniper? I'm not! I'm Zhao Tiezhu from the 66th Regiment, Second Battalion, One Team, Second Squad! What's your name?"
"My name is Yu Ziwen. You're not a sniper; how did you get this Sniper Rifle?" Yu Ziwen, a skilled user of the Sniper Rifle, kept aiming at the surroundings.
With a loud bang, Tie Zhu was startled. He turned his head and saw the body of a Japanese Soldier lying on the ground around the corner, his mouth agape in shock.
He knew very well how difficult it was to use the rifle he had captured with its strange scope. He never expected that someone named Yu Ziwen could kill a Japanese Soldier with just one shot. Intellectuals really were different; they could shoot so accurately!
"I captured this gun after killing a Japanese Soldier. I tried using it several times but couldn't aim properly; it's not as good as this one!" After saying that, Tie Zhu waved his Zhongzheng Rifle beside him.
Yu Ziwen smiled and stopped talking. "How many bullets do you have?"
Tie Zhu pulled out the ammunition box he had captured from his pocket, which was slowly filled with bullets, and handed it to Yu Ziwen.
"Just watch. Let me tell you, this is called a Sniper Rifle. This gun is much better than your Zhongzheng Rifle. Once you learn how to use it, killing a Japanese Soldier from hundreds of meters away will be no problem at all!"
After Yu Ziwen finished speaking, he took another shot at the Japanese Soldier who had just exposed himself. This time he didn't kill him; the bullet hit the soldier's shoulder, and he fell to the ground, wailing in pain.
Several Japanese Soldiers rushed out from the corner and dragged their comrade back.
"This gun is called the Type 97 Sniper Rifle, developed by modifying the Type 38 Rifle and using the same 6.5mm Arisaka ammunition. The stock of this Type 97 Sniper Rifle is very light, even lighter than your Type 38! The bolt handle has also been lengthened to reduce interference with the scope during operation and is equipped with either a 2.5x or 4x optical sight and a monopod, but yours doesn't have that! It's hard to distinguish between the Type 97 Sniper Rifle and the Type 38 Rifle based on appearance; aside from this sniper scope, they look almost identical. However, upon closer inspection, the receiver of the Type 38 Rifle is stamped with 'Type 38,' and if it's an earlier model from before 1914, it will also have the traditional Chrysanthemum Seal engraved on it!"
After Lin Qing finished speaking, he took out the Type 38 he had just captured and examined it closely. Indeed, it looked exactly like what this guy said!
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