Bao Hui ran for several miles with a sore body and was unable to escape. After many twists and turns, he finally returned to the cotton factory. At this time, it was already dark. After dinner, he went back to the room to rest early.

"Taisho 14th-year-old pistol: the most widely used combat pistol of the 6th Army of the Japanese army. This pistol uses 14-year-old 8mm bullets, but also uses southern 8mm bullets, with extremely high pointing shooting accuracy. The Japanese 8mm bullets have extremely high damage power, basically the same as Dam bullets. Unprotected personnel are hit, and they are usually either dead or disabled. However, this type of bullet penetration is very weak, and can be blocked by a few layers of thick quilts...

"The design structure of the gun is the same as that of the Southern Style, but in order to facilitate the production of parts and the maintenance requirements are extremely high, strict maintenance is required to ensure reliability. Otherwise, the second bullet is not loaded properly after the strike, resulting in a pause (catch).

"The 14-year-old pistol fast-point shooting accuracy is much higher than the other two similar types of "Southern Style A/B" commonly used by the Japanese army, but the absolute accuracy is a little worse, which is most suitable for sudden encounters...

"Taisho 14-year-old pistol information: caliber: 8mm; barrel length: 117mm; total gun length: 23ommm; weight: 9oog; number of loads: 8; effective range: 6om; maximum range: 6oom...

"Taisho 14th-year-old pistol structure diagram:..."

The information provided by the system is very detailed. Bao Hui actually hid in his room and compared the structural parts diagram of the 14th year of Taisho pistol and disassembled it into parts.

Wipe the parts with a dry cloth dipped in oil, then carefully fumble and assemble them, press 8 bullets into the magazine one by one and put them aside alone, then wrap the pistol and magazine with an oil cloth, hide it into the hole dug after the bed board, and then stuff the bricks back into the holes in the wall.

"Hidden mission activation: Hunting Japanese soldiers, each killing of one person, the accuracy of gunshot (short gun) is increased by 1%..."

Bao Hui was stunned and then was overjoyed. The task came too timely. Soon, he fell asleep in the conflicting feeling of extreme excitement and fatigue...

The next day, he went out for a walk early in the morning, but he didn't meet a good chance to get a mobile phone. Teams of Japanese devils were not alone. I think they died two elite non-commissioned officers yesterday and injured a Japanese colonel. In recent days, Japanese devils will form teams to operate.

It was not until night fell and when the curfew control began, he found an opportunity to follow a team of Japanese devils who had just eaten and drunk enough from the restaurant and came to a deserted and broken house. The Japanese supported each other and untied their belts.

Bao Hui was so fumigated by the smell of alcohol that he almost vomited. He covered his mouth and nose and ordered a few points nearby, including 7 people, 1 Chief Cao, 1 Chief Sergeant, 5 Privates. Chief Cao was supported by 2 Privates, and 2 Second Class Privates supported by squadrons.

Bao Hui focused his attention on the last seventh Japanese man. The Japanese man leaned against the broken wall and didn't know what to say. He quietly flashed behind the broken wall, stretched out his hand from the hole in the wall, quietly took off the cotton-wool scarf on the Japanese man's neck, folded the scarf on the muzzle, and a low and muffled sound appeared on the Japanese man's neck, and his head stiffened and lost its strength and fell softly.

For a moment, alcohol, urine smell and bloody smell mixed together, which made Bao Hui u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u

At this time, the other two second-class privates shouted and looked for them.

Bao Hui quickly helped the dead Japanese stand up, stood up and stretched out his other hand to break through the wall and waved it.

Soon, the two Japanese swearing and swearing, stretched their heads into the hole, looking drunkenly at the wall leaning against the wall, blood leaping from their throats covered with hands, and kicking their legs, all of them were stunned, and then opened their mouths to exclaim.

Bao Hui pressed a Japanese man's head hard and hit a layer about a foot high below the wall hole. He stomped his right foot and the scream was instantly stuffed in his mouth; his other hand pushed the dead Japanese man into the arms of another Japanese man, and the Japanese unconsciously caught the dead ghost.

Bao Hui still blocked the muzzle with a scarf, crackling two shots, piercing the heads of the two Japanese.

After dragging the three Japanese to the broken wall and putting them together, he stretched out his head to look at it. The Japanese sergeant was sitting on the wall with his back facing him. The other three Japanese were watching with drunken eyes when they heard the movement. The two sides were "accidentally" close to each other, less than 10 meters apart, were shocked.

The devil Cao Chang saw Bao Hui with blood on his face and cursed "Baga". He brought two second-class Japanese devils with drunken eyes and took the 38 rifle and aimed at it.

Bao Hui threw the scarf at the head of the Japanese opposite, clinging to the Dasheng 14 pistol, aimed at Cao Chang in the middle, and "slap" two shots, but he blushed and shot into the chest of a second-class Japanese on the left...

At this time, the Japanese seemed to be drunk and charged without fear. In fact, the two sides were less than 10 meters away. As soon as the Japanese charged, they almost faced each other. The Japanese commander who was sandwiched between the two sides was awakened. Then they pulled out their pistol and stood up, but staggered to block the gun of the Japanese commander Cao.

Bao Hui took the opportunity to retract and broke the wall, panted nervously, and bullied his chest, and an inexplicable excitement surged into his brain.

Soon, the last three Japanese soldiers ran closer and stuck two spears into the hole. The most drunk commander squeezed in the middle. Instead, the broken wall bricks on the left and right hindered their spears' further movements. The three people immediately got stuck in the hole funnyly.

At this time, less than 5 seconds passed before Bao Hui fired his gun and the Japanese charged. Bao Hui raised his pistol again, and at a distance of only a few feet, he shot three times through the temple of the nearest private Japanese, one shot penetrated the sergeant's forehead, and the other shot hit the last Japanese Japanese in the neck.

“…The accuracy of gunshot (short gun series) is permanently increased by 7%.

Bao Hui almost dragged 7 Japanese men into the broken wall and searched them. He got 7 Meiji 38-year-old rifles and 7 Meiji 3O-year bayonets, 1 Southern-type A automatic pistol, 1 Southern-type B automatic pistol, 2 Type 95 sabers, 1 exquisite jade-handled short knife dagger, 1 Rolex gold watch, 36 oceans and several paper coins, 3 gold rings, 6 silver rings, a dragon and phoenix auspicious jade pendant, a mutton fat jade Guanyin pendant, and a thick sun green jade ring.

Bao Hui wrapped the spear, bayonet and saberiot in the house and threw it aside, then looked at the two pistols that were similar to those he had.

"Southern Type A Automatic Pistol: The standard bullet of this pistol is the Southern 8mm bullet, which is very accurate in single-purpose shooting, but when shooting at high-point, the bounce point gradually drifts to the upper left, so it is usually only slow-purpose shooting. The maintenance requirements of this type of pistol are lower than the later 14-year model. The charging of the standard southern 8mm bullet is slightly less than that of the 14-year model. It is also slightly lower than that of the later 14-year model 8mm bullets. However, the size of these two bullets is consistent and can be universal. Caliber: 8mm; barrel length: 117mm; total gun length: 23ommm; load count: 8; effective range: 6om; maximum range: 6oom...

"Southern Type B automatic pistol: This pistol is an improved version of Southern Type A, with lower maintenance requirements and more accurate accuracy when shooting with one-handed fast. The standard bullet is also a Southern 8mm bullet. Caliber: 8mm; barrel length: 117mm; total gun length: 23ommm; load count: 8 Effective range: 6om; maximum range: 6oom..."

The performance and maintenance level of these two pistols are not as good as that of Colonel Sato's 14th pistol, so they threw it directly into the package, stripped off the military uniforms of the seven people, and threw them together with the gun and knife into the broken wooden boxes in several broken houses next door.

Listening to the movements of the Japanese patrol coming from afar.

Bao Hui then carefully checked the dilapidated house a hundred meters away from the case site. Half of the dilapidated house collapsed, the kitchen was complete, there was no oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, only half a pot of pepper, the water tank collapsed and smashed by the door panel, and the entrance of a half-built cellar hole in the tank was half exposed. In addition, there was a half-pack of lime and a pile of earthen bricks in the outer room.

It seems that before the war, the owner was building a cellar here.

"The Japanese army will definitely search everywhere, hiding here is not necessarily a safe place."

He thought about it and searched for the experience he had learned from film and television dramas in his memory. He moved the broken water tank and threw the broken wooden box wrapped in it into the cellar. He sprinkled it with lime and sand, covered it with broken wooden boards, and then moved the broken water tank back to its original place. He sprinkled pepper in several broken houses. According to his ideas, he could avoid the sensitive sense of smell of the hunting dog.

After using all the knowledge of anti-criminal investigations learned from film and television dramas, he actually had no interest in the place where the package was hidden, and he might not return here again. However, it might be very good to provide a little weapon reserve for the majority of anti-Japanese underground workers.

Bao Hui washed his hands in the broken wooden bucket with indirect rain, took off the coat of short shirts that were unique to this generation, scrubbed his hands and face, wrapped the gold and jade belongings, daggers, and watches, put the 43 universal 8mm pistol bullets into his pockets, wiped the blood stains on his feet, and left.

At this time, walking on the street, his excitement began to fade away. He felt a feeling of losing strength all over his body. His arms were sore and swollen, especially his right hand, who shot, his wrist was sore and painful, and his stomach was rumbling. He was a little hungry and exhausted, but he absolutely had no appetite. So he turned a few street corners and alleys, returned to the cotton factory in a bad mood, wrapped everything in oil cloth and hid it in the hole in the wall. He didn't even eat the braised pork meal that Fubert specifically left him for him and then fell asleep...

The next morning, Bao Hui drank some porridge for breakfast and asked Uncle Fu to take a leave and went back to his room to rest. He lay on the bed and pulled out the system.

"Main mission (3) Progress: Kill 4 non-commissioned officers (2 sergeants and 2 sergeants), and get a merit value of 29 points (one sergeants and 1 sergeants, not completed independently by one's own efforts, calculated based on 1/1o of harvests)... Kill 5 privates, and get a merit value of 12 points; a total of 41 points of merit value."

Bao Hui was so excited yesterday that he was depressed: "I worked hard for a long time at the risk of my life and didn't even get 50 points!"

After collecting 50 points of merit, he can exchange 1 point of physical fitness and reach the standard value of 5 points. At that time, it will become the completion conditions for the main task (2), and the trial will be over.

He couldn't help but worry about Colonel Sato, who had thousands of merits, even if it was 1/1o, he would have more than 1oo gains...

"Oh! It's useless to regret now." Bao Hui shook his head and murmured: "You have to look forward to the days, right? At worst, when the limelight comes, find an opportunity to do it again..." But to be honest, this time he thought he had a lot of luck, including the seven Japanese who were drunk very much.

Suddenly, Zhou Qingquan's only son Zhou Guangyao ran over and knocked on the door.

"Brother Hui, Brother Hui..."

"What's the matter? Guangyao." Bao Hui was startled, opened the door with a look of ugly expression, and asked in a low voice.

"Brother Hui, good news! It's about asking uncle. I asked someone to bring a letter." Zhou Guangyao did not pay attention to his expression and happily handed him a letter.

"Give it, give it to me?" Bao Hui breathed a sigh of relief, opened it and looked at the traditional Chinese calligraphy! He looked at it in a hurry. He found out the meaning in connection with the context and roughly guessed it. He said some gratitude and came to the daily to report it. The only useful thing was that Ip Man reported his peace and told their family's hiding address - the home of Li Zhao, the translator of the Japanese military police headquarters.

They are willing to tell their whereabouts, which is a bare trust!

"Hidden mission completed: Successfully assisted the Ip Man family in escaping the Japanese arrest and gained the gratitude of the Ip Man family."

Bao Hui thought about Ip Man's powerful strength and saw when he would learn some Chinese martial arts after learning.

"Oh no! The bandits are here..."

At this time, I don’t know who called me, and everyone in the cotton factory became confused...

"Guangyao! Ask uncle for his great martial arts skills, ask him to come here to help! I'm afraid no one here is the opponent of the bandits!" Bao Hui saw a group of bandits rushing in and beating people around, and grabbed Zhou Guangyao, who was about to break out, and suggested.

"Yes! I'll go and ask uncle..." Zhou Guangyao is not old and runs very quickly. He disappears from the back door after a flash.

Bao Hui took out his pistol, stuffed it all over his body and quietly stuffed it into his waist. After covering it with his clothes, he came to the outer factory area and saw a crowd of people running around, chaotic.

"Who is the boss?" A scared man with a tiger-backed and bear-waisted waist came in with dozens of people. As soon as he spoke, the audience suddenly became quiet.

Bao Hui looked at it and was very surprised.
Chapter completed!