The Japanese deputy shooter pushed his companions away one after another, and operated the heavy machine gun to continue spraying the flame tongue to harvest life.

Before a bullet board was exhausted, a bullet was penetrated on his forehead.

The two heavy gunmen were killed in the same position, which is enough to show that the position here has been targeted.

But time is running out, and the Eighth Route Army is about to rush up.

The last ammunition hand rushed up and hugged the machine gun, and wanted to make the final stubborn resistance.

Another bullet ended his life.

"Who played it beautifully?"

Li Yunlong couldn't help but applaud, knocking down three Japanese devils with three guns, the point was to turn off the heavy machine gun and clear the obstacles of the soldiers' charge.

"It's the sharpshooter Wang Xikui!"

Yuan Lang shouted from afar.

He also set his sights on the heavy machine gun. He was slowing down and he had no chance.

Li Yunlong thought of the sharpshooter team that Yuan Lang trained. Wang Xikui was the deputy and his marksmanship should be good.

"Okay, good fight!"

He praised again and rushed out with a ghost-headed sword.

He was just talking about a duel with Yamazaki. Today he had to kill a few Japanese devils to avenge the dead villagers.

"Monk, go and protect the leader!"

The monk asked him: "I protect the leader of the group, what should you do?"

"I'm behind, I don't need you to protect me, go quickly."

Yuan Lang is self-aware, and fighting in close combat is not his strength, but he can fire a cold gun from afar.

Monk Wei's red cherry gun was already hungry and thirsty. He glanced at Yuan Lang and rushed out with a whirlwind.
Chapter completed!