In fact, the moment Feng Quan ordered the parking, the tribesmen who followed Feng Quan to move to Zhongtiao Mountain base were shocked. They had never seen this formation bird, who had been digging food all day long. What a guy!

240 strong men jumped out of the car, climbed to the commanding heights in less than five minutes, and quickly removed the parts of the PM1938 heavy mortar on their backs, and successfully assembled within one minute. Such a heavy iron block was held in his hand, just like the hoe in the hand of a farmer, and like the embroidery needle in a woman's hand. Isn't it tired?

There are two 100 teams, 240 people. Although there are not many people, it is obvious that each of them is extremely strong, and maybe ten people can beat any of them together.

In addition to the box cannon and Mauser 98k rifle, the people of the people in their hands have never seen the mg-34 universal machine gun and the m2 large caliber Browning heavy machine gun. However, for the PM1938 heavy mortar, the smart people can be confused to recognize its purpose. They have never eaten pork or seen pigs run away? Before the Qing Dynasty was destroyed, those old antique cannons were larger than this.

Li Zhifeng, the centurion of the reconnaissance detachment, was as thoughtful as he saw Feng Quan busy calculating coordinates and preparing to command the troops to attack the Japanese, so he consciously took the initiative to organize Feng Quan's tribesmen to get off the car in an orderly manner, and directed them to scatter and avoid shooting dead corners that the Japanese could not attack.

The tribesmen who had not experienced the baptism of war were very nervous. The old patriarch and the old man happened to be next to Li Zhifeng. The old patriarch winked at the grandfather. The old patriarch, who understood it, grabbed Li Zhifeng's sleeve and asked, "Little young man, are you swollen? Are you going to fight with bandits or something? Can't I see them pinching them?"

"Haha, don't worry, my elder brother. Our boss received a letter from the fifth concubine, saying that 500 Japanese soldiers were going to attack our convoy halfway. I guess the boss had found the Japanese hideout den and would kill them with cannons in a while. When the cannons are fired, you'd better cover your ears. When the cannons are fired, there will be a lot of noise."

"Then you only have 240 people, can you beat them? If you lack people, we can get a hundred and eighty-year-old labor."

"puff!"

"Don't worry, old man, don't look at us, we can fight very well. Look at both sides of the official road, there are 81 cannons. A division of ** may not have more than ten thousand people than our cannons! Only 500 Japanese soldiers are not enough to squeeze them between the teeth. Our boss led us to all the Japanese killers at once. I guess you have never seen any real war. You will wait and watch the fun later."

"What?"

......

10 shots of 81 gates were very loud, and the movement was really big, even more powerful than the movement when the explosives were placed in the quarry. Boom boom, it was really shocking. 3,500 meters away, the rocks collapsed, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and red fog kept rising. The tribesmen had gained knowledge before they even arrived at the Zhongtiao Mountain base.

The sound of cannons stopped, and the old man felt even more curious. While rubbing his eyes hard, he widened his eyes and looked forward carefully. He looked at the centurion Li Zhifeng, who was always alert beside him, and once again acted as the curious baby.

"Little young man, why don't you fire? Have you finished the fight? Are the Japanese devils dead?"

"Well, old man, I don't realize it is so powerful, but it probably is almost the same. Huh? A Japanese man who was not killed by the bomb came from the front. The boss didn't let them shoot him. I guess he had something to ask him. Old man, you don't know yet. Our boss is your great-grandson, and his martial arts are very powerful. I heard that even the Ren and Du meridians that are difficult to open after practicing martial arts for a lifetime have been opened. Don't look at the Japanese man holding swords in his hands, our boss can kill him without hands!"

"Haha, this little bastard is so swollen!"

I have to admit that the Japanese are all very thick-skinned, almost one foot. Nearly 500 people are staring at him, and they can't feel blushing, ashamed birds. At this time, Feng Quan had already run down from the hillside, standing in front of the crowd, looking at Muto Eimon with interest, with a bit of sharp hair and a bit of sharp hair. It seems that this guy has a deep skill. After running so far, he still doesn't blush, doesn't breathe, and breathes evenly.

The Japanese devil Muto Eimon still kept talking: "Your samurai is not, our people are all dead and working, mine doesn't want to live anymore. I want to fight with your boss! Hurry up and ask your boss Feng Quan to come out, I want to challenge him, I want to defeat him in the form of a samurai, please."

"Oh, who is the mad dog howling? Your owner didn't take you seriously? I'm Feng Quan, what's the swelling, you draw a trick, I accept your challenge!"

Muto Eimon also has the common characteristics of a dirty island man. He is 1.55 meters tall, cross-eyed, Rendanhu, and bows every time he says. I really admire their waist muscles, which are a bit too developed. But Muto is obviously a trainer. Although his figure is very short, he is relatively strong. As expected, he is about the same weight as a pig, about 150 kilograms, and it seems that he is quite strong.

Muto's cross-eyed eyes shot on Feng Quan. Seeing so many people surrounded by Feng Quan, surrounded by stars, he expressed his belief, nodded, and bowed 90 degrees again.

"Yaoxi, your great bravery, dare to accept the challenge of Muto Emon. I admire your work very much! My bodyguard of the commander of the Kanto Army of Japan, and yours is the enemy of my master Muto. Because of your existence, the war launched by my master has failed. Muto is very sad and sad, and he cannot get out of bed and move. I want to work with revenge for my master!"

"puff!"

"Damn you, you're numb, is this Muto swollen not dead yet? As the commander of the Kanto Army, Muto Shinyi must have more than 100 guards around him. If you all come to challenge me, even if I'm not tired, I'm so annoyed. I'm very busy! Tell me, you have the qualifications to challenge me, give me a reason, okay?"

Muto Eimon's Chinese is obviously not very good. There are several words that I didn't hear clearly, but I could feel Feng Quan's disregard for him, and I vaguely understood what Feng Quan meant. Muto, who has always been very good at rushing his feet, was a little annoyed. In the past, others challenged me, but even if they failed, they felt very honored. Why did it turn around when it came to you?

"Yaoxi, Feng Sang, my job is from the most famous sword sect in Japan. I have been practicing for many years and rarely meet opponents in Japan. Although you are my master's enemy, I still admire your martial arts. I heard that you were alone and with two big swords, you killed all the 63 people in the 14th Brigade and the 63 divisions in the 6th Division. I want to challenge you, please Feng Sang agree to me, please!"

Feng Quan hates the Japanese's fake style the most. He is obviously a robber, but he often pretends to be a cultural person. He asks him to bow every word and even 90 degrees. Your waist is not tired, and my eyes are tired.

"Get on the knife!"

As soon as Feng Quan finished speaking, a friend held two hands in his hand. Feng Zhian, the commander of the 37th Division of the Army, and Zhang Zizhong, the commander of the 38th Division, came over. Feng Quan took the sword.

"Brush"

The sharp blade body was freed from the bondage of the scabbard and made a cheerful sound, as if the fierce shark smelled the seductive smell of blood again, with a little spiritual rush.

"good!"

"good!"

"good!"

Feng Quan held two swords in his hand, his wrists shook lightly a few times, and he pulled a few sword flowers, which welcomed a burst of cheers. As soon as an expert made a move, he knew whether there was any. China has a long history of 5,000 years. Even though few people from the tribe who dig food in the country practiced martial arts, he occasionally heard stories about operas and other stories a few times. Under the influence of his eyes, he knew a little bit of tricks. They firmly believed that Feng Quan could ko, a Japanese devil with a short figure that looked very similar to Wu Dalang.

"Yaoxi, Feng Sang is actually a master of swordsmanship. My swelling posture is ready. Will I start?"

Feng Quan did not pay attention to Muto Eimon anymore, but relaxed his whole body, and his luck dantian, and his abundant breath continued to flow into his arms. His arms slowly stretched out, pointing the tip of the knife at Muto Eimon, and then shook his head. What made Muto Eimon even more annoyed was that Feng Quan actually closed his eyes.

"Huh? The boss closed his eyes, how could he still be swollen!"

"***you! The young man knows the magic horse, which means that our boss is very skilled. He is not looking at this idiot with his eyes, but looking at this idiot with his heart, which is more careful than looking with his eyes!"

"oh!"

"So it's so purple!"

The old patriarch, who was over 90, was also taken to the edge of the duel arena. Seeing Feng Quan close his eyes, he was confused and turned his head to the old grandfather of Feng Quan beside him and said, "Xiaoxun, swelling, Jiang Zi, what are you, the great-grandson,? Let him open his eyes!"

"Xiaoquan, open your eyes quickly, this little Japanese rushes over immediately!"

"Give it to you!"

Feng Quan still didn't open his eyes. Wudo Emen was furious by Feng Quan. After roaring hysterically, he held the samurai sword tightly in his hands. Mudo Emen ran towards Feng Quan like a madman, running faster and faster. After a loud shout, Mudo Emen kicked his feet hard on the ground, and his body flew away from the ground. The samurai sword slashed at Feng Quan's head.

"ah!"

"ah!"

"Finish!"

Things did not develop towards the trend that the tribesmen were worried about. Feng Quan, who closed his eyes and concentrated, heard the sharp sound of the samurai sword breaking through the air. He instantly opened his eyes, and jumped to the left with a clever way. The Azure Dragon Sword in his right hand slashed at Muto Eimon's waist, then turned left, and chopped Muto's crotch at an extremely fast speed with his left hand.

"Click!"

"Click!"

A shocking scene appeared, ko!! Muto Eimon, whose body was soaring, could not and had time to avoid Feng Quan's dazzling attack from the ground, and could only show Feng Quan the death.

It was so miserable. First, it was cut into two pieces in the waist, and then it was cut into four parts before the two pieces of body split. **, intestines, scarlet blood flowed all over the ground. The Qinglong Blade was extremely sharp, Feng Quan was extremely powerful, and Wu Teng's head was neatly cut open. The four parts were not too far away, and he was a little bit dismembered.

The onlookers, even the friends, were shocked. It was so easy to squeeze the swelling, so it wasn't a scam. I thought I was going to have a fight for the dragon and the tiger, which was not fun at all.
Chapter completed!