At the muzzle, they saw a row of neatly tidied muzzle. In the trenches that were bombarded with scattered teeth, the eighth-way leader who was supposed to have turned into piles of meat and scraps, stood up without any damage and pulled the trigger against their chests.

"Well,." Dozens of rifles roared neatly, and bullets flew out, cutting down the most aggressive puppet troops in a row.

"Eighth Route Army, Eighth Route Army is still alive." The puppet soldiers who were lucky enough not to be hit by bullets screamed and ran away. The ones in their hands were completely regarded as fire sticks, and they didn't even have the courage to fight back. However, the guerrillas in the trench were not ready to give them a second chance to escape. They pointed the muzzle at their backs and pulled the trigger one after another. "Ping, Ping, Pong, Ping" The shooting sound of the 38th Daguer was a piece of fire, and occasionally there was a thin sound of water shooting. The puppet soldiers facing the trench were as if they were named, falling to the ground one after another. The blood from the wound mixed with the dried blood on the ground, moistening the vicinity of the trench into a mud.

Liu Wenzhong, deputy of the pseudo regiment, escaped the most agile. He used two wheels of bullets to dodge them in a zigzag manner, "Leave him to me." Zhao Tianlong, who was commanding the guerrillas to fight, saw itchy. He raised the box cannon with one hand and aimed at the back of the head of the pseudo regiment commander. For one, two, and three seconds, his wrist slowly adjusted as the pseudo regiment commander ran. Suddenly, he stopped steadily, pulled the trigger, "bang." The muzzle jumped slightly, and the bullet whistled out, flew over more than 60 meters away, catching up with the pseudo regiment deputy from behind, and directly lifted the cover.

"Ah,,." ​​The severe pain caused Liu Wenzhong, deputy deputy of the puppet regiment to scream, and continued to run forward with the words, until he rushed into the second wave of the puppet army, and he completely lost consciousness. He staggered a few steps and fell down.

"Deputy Liu's Deputy Liu's Deputy Liu's Deputy Liu's Deputy Liu's Deputy Liu's." "Captain Li's Dead, and Captain Xia's Dead." Suddenly, the puppet troops used to riding horses to fight the police brigade could not make the planned moves. They either turned around in a panic and fled with their accomplices who had retreated by chance, or stood still in place, opened their voices and shouted.

Such stupid behavior made their losses even heavier. The guerrillas calmly pulled the bolts, pushed the bullets, and pulled the triggers, and another round of volley shots, knocking the puppet troops into tears and howling.

"Dadada, dadadada, dadadada" The Japanese machine guns, who were in the fire suppression mission, roared from both sides in time, causing the guerrillas in the trench to squat and dodge. With the help of this rare interval, the little lama hidden in the crowd opened his throat and scolded loudly, "Idiot, the idiot who was kicked by a donkey, lie down quickly and lie down, don't block Taijun's view."
Chapter completed!