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1001, put down the weapon, otherwise, there is no talk(3/3)

"You took us with you?" Fang Yifan felt incredible again.

They are all burdens!

Taking them to Xuyingji will drag Yang Yue down.

"You can also go by yourself."

"I……"

Fang Yifan wanted to speak but stopped.

She couldn't walk by herself because it was unsafe.

Not only are there serious problems within one's own people, there are so many Japanese cavalry outside.

If they were targeted by the Japanese cavalry, the consequences would be unimaginable.

When it comes to field battles, they are not good at all.

If Yang Yue hadn't been born out of thin air, any small team of Japanese troops would have been able to destroy them dozens of times...

"Walk!"

"Don't be too slow!"

"I'm in a hurry!"

Yang Yue drove them all into the car.

The Warrior Off-road vehicle is very wide. There is no problem with sitting in four people in a row of seats.

Fang Yifan sat in the co-pilot, and all the other four sat in the back row.

Yang Yue silently searched for driving routes.

Ultra-miniature maps come with navigation function.

Eighty kilometers.

It takes about two hours.

Look at the time, it is already past four in the morning.

It is estimated that it will be dawn after arriving in Xuyingji. Obviously, this is not a good thing.

In the darkness, he could also bully the Japanese with his night vision ability. But in the daytime, he would be the Japanese. They were a lot of people and were afraid of death, and they were indeed strong enemies.

what to do?

Cool salad!

There is no perfect solution.

Just do it!

Suddenly I remembered something again.

Who is the Japanese invader with a special identity who was beaten to death?

"Come here." He rudely called all five women back and carefully identified the identity of the Japanese.

However, they didn't know each other.

Every Japanese devil looks almost the same. It is indistinguishable.

"What's the matter?"

"There is a special character inside."

"How about the special method?"

"Don't know."

Yang Yue shook his head.

If I know how special I need to ask you?

Looking back.

Get in the car.

"What should I do with these weapons?" Fang Yifan frowned.

"Everything is buried." Yang Yue waved his hand.

Suddenly he thought of another thing.

Turning to look at them.
Chapter completed!
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