In fact, the real name of the smoke-taking AK should be Type 56.

Since the early domestic weapons ideas were relatively traditional, such fully automatic weapons that use intermediate power rifle bullets were called "submachine guns".

Therefore, the official name when it is finalized is the "Type 56 Submachine Gun".

In fact, this 56-style prototype is the famous AK47, and its basic performance is almost the same as the original AK.

At this time, I don’t know whether the Type 56 assault rifle in Chen Zheng’s hand was provided to African countries in the early stage or was later bought by the US imperialists from the Northern Industrial Company.

But whether it is aid or input here later, it can be seen from its mottled appearance that the age of this gun may be older than that of Chen Zheng, and the gun condition is even worse and painfully bad.

——It’s nothing if the rifle is almost worn out, and the mottled patent skin is not a big deal... The real problem is that there is mud and thick rust inside the gun!

Even so, it can fire the bullet without blowing it up... I have to admire the quality of Northern Industrial Company's products.

Of course, in the hands of others, the gun is only "can be fired". However, in the hands of Chen Zheng... this old 56 actually shines with the last light!

Chen Zheng fired 3 shots in total, and the first two shots hit the sandbag... After getting familiar with the first two shots, the third shot directly exploded the sniper's magnification 7.62!!

The splashed glass fragments stabbed the sniper's face, and the tension of being hit also made him want to escape without a chance.

Then, unfortunately happened.

The sniper fell to the ground with his left hand, then covered his eyes and his right hand, lying on the ground with his thighs in his arms... Obviously, he broke his thighs.

"Dad also vomited...##@#…Amina."

The black man looked at Chen Zheng as if he had seen a ghost. He was drawing a cross in front of him while walking, muttering something. Chen Zheng only understood the Holy Father Jesus and Amen. Even the alien translators in the middle could not be translated.

As gunfire and screams rang out, the stronghold in front began to become chaotic. From a distance, you could see many black men holding weapons running out of the room, shouting loudly.

Soon, they discovered the combination of Chen Zheng and the black man, and the entire stronghold seemed to have encountered a dangerous hedgehog, and countless black holes pointed their guns at Chen Zheng and the others.

"...Damn...Why do I feel like they are going to shoot?" Chen Zheng listened to the faint sound from afar, as if he had heard the order to fire...

“…”

The black man knelt on the ground, closed his glasses with his hands closed, and began to pray on this empty plain! Just when Chen Zheng felt that this scene was quite funny... he quickly understood why the black man was praying...

The opposite side actually fired a shot!

I saw those black men poking their heads out from behind the cover in cool poses, pulling the trigger to the end, and shouting loudly...

“Flash.”

Chen Zheng's figure disappeared on the spot, leaving only the black man kneeling on the ground and praying with his eyes closed.

However, even though Chen Zheng left, the gunshots in the distance did not stop, but instead sounded even more violently! For a moment, the crackling gunshots filled Chen Zheng's eardrums, as if there was a kind of lively firecrackers during the Chinese New Year.

However, five minutes passed... the black man who, as Chen Zheng imagined, should have been sieveed by his accomplices, still kneeled on the ground intact, without even scratching the fur.

The gunshot finally stopped. The black man stood up and checked that there was no gun hole on his body. He jumped up with joy and praised the Holy Father loudly and ran towards the distant stronghold.

Then…the gunshots rang again!

The initial sound seemed to be just an accident, but as the first shot fired, the others didn't care about the firepower of friendly troops, and once again put in a cool posture to pull the trigger to the end...

“…”

Chen Zheng looked at this funny scene silently and happened in front of him. He always felt that there must be ten thousand "MMPs" in the black man's heart to say, but...

...The black man knelt down again and continued to pray to the Holy Father.

However, a more funny scene came - when the gunshot stopped again, the black man was still unscathed!

It's only 60 meters long! Although using a mechanical sight to see that person will be blocked by the sight of the whole body... but almost no one has hit at least two shuttles!! Even if there are only ten people, they have hit 600 rounds!!

600 rounds!

60 meters!

The black man stood up unscathed and ran towards the stronghold ahead...

...Don't he know that those guns were actually fired at him!?

"Maybe he really doesn't know..."

Chen Zheng knocked out the last guard on the roof. Looking at the running black man, he always felt that there were countless complaints in his heart but couldn't even spit out a word.

Yes.

As early as the moment the gunshots sounded, Chen Zheng had already arrived at the roof of the stronghold. After easily knocking down all the black people on the roof under the "covering" of dense gunshots, he entered the "play mode"...

The scene in front of him reminded him of a joke he had seen on the Internet before:

One day, the military Gu of my flower farmer stationed in an African country was attacked by an anti-government armed attack while on the way. The battle was about to break out, and gunshots suddenly sounded like fried beans...

The military adviser suddenly felt that his life was not long, so he found a cover and squatted his head and didn't dare to show it.

However, after more than ten minutes of gunfire, the consultant suddenly felt something was wrong... He plucked up his courage and looked up... and saw that the two sides were fighting fiercely, but none of them fell down!

Afterwards, the consultant picked up the 56-style shot at the anti-government armed forces and killed seven or eight people, which immediately defeated the opponent...

Chen Zheng always thought this was just a joke circulated online, but he didn't expect that he really encountered the real version today...

After all the black people on the roof, he entered the "play mode"...

The scene in front of him reminded him of a joke he had seen on the Internet before:

One day, the military Gu of my flower farmer stationed in an African country was attacked by an anti-government armed attack while on the way. The battle was about to break out, and gunshots suddenly sounded like fried beans...

The military adviser suddenly felt that his life was not long, so he found a cover and squatted his head and didn't dare to show it.

However, after more than ten minutes of gunfire, the consultant suddenly felt something was wrong... He plucked up his courage and looked up... and saw that the two sides were fighting fiercely, but none of them fell down!

Afterwards, the consultant picked up the 56-style shot at the anti-government armed forces and killed seven or eight people, which immediately defeated the opponent...

Chen Zheng always thought this was just a joke circulated online, but he didn't expect that he really encountered the real version today...
Chapter completed!