"Hmph, even if you have any other gunmen in the Eighth Route Army, you only have one rifle, can you stop a dozen people?" Seeing this, Jiang Deshui was not worried.

Bang!

Wu Ze's gun rang again.

This time, there was still no Chinese explosive pack, and no puppet soldier was hit.

Seeing this, Jiang Deshui laughed even more: "This marksmanship is not very good, it seems that I don't have to worry at all."

Wu Ze shot the second shot, and Li Yunlong and Kong Jie's expressions became serious immediately.

These dozen or so Japanese devils are not far from the ammunition box. If the next bullet is not accurate, there will be no chance.

"Sun Desheng, your arrangement of this gun is not reliable." Zhang Dabiao lay on the ground and cursed.

"It's over, it's over, Wu Ze only has the last bullet, and he can't stop these puppet soldiers." Sun Desheng was too unwilling to give up.

Wu Ze quickly pulled the bolt again, retracted the bullet, loaded it, and raised the gun to aim.

Wu Ze let his breathing and heartbeat smoothly, and the butt was firmly pressed against his shoulders, slowly pulling the trigger again.

Bang!

boom!

First the gunshots, then the explosive packs.

More than a dozen puppet soldiers were flooded with the powerful lethality of the explosive pack.

Those who are close to each other will be killed on the spot.

A little further away, he was shocked by the powerful shock wave of the explosive pack.

"Made in Hanyang, it's a good gun." Wu Ze breathed a sigh of relief.

When he was shooting at the Military Academy, his grades were not outstanding and outstanding.

Three guns can hit moving targets, which is enough to show the performance of this Hanyang-made one.

"This, this..." Seeing that the explosive pack exploded and more than a dozen puppet soldiers fell down, the sneer on Jiang Deshui's face suddenly stiffened.

Only then did he wake up like a dream. It turned out that the gunman from the Eighth Route Army fired a pack of explosives, not a human.

"Hahaha, you're doing it beautifully." Sun Desheng immediately laughed wildly when he saw this scene.

Sun Desheng was already covered in blood, but now he laughed wildly, just like a devil in hell.

He rushed towards the puppet soldiers chasing him, like a wild beast: "Dog traitor, next, let grandpa have fun with you!"

Seeing that there was no hope of destroying the cannon, these puppet soldiers had no need to get entangled with Sun Desheng anymore. Sun Desheng's appearance was also very scary, so they turned around and ran away.

Sun Desheng couldn't let them run away. He slashed and chased them all the way with his knife, and had no intention of catching the prisoners.

"Hahaha, the cannon is saved, follow me, follow me!" Zhang Dabiao got up from the ground, laughed wildly and rushed towards the cannon position quickly.

"Hahaha, rush, the cannon is saved."

"Hahaha, those are six cannons, they are all from our new regiment."

"Run."

...

Behind Zhang Dabiao, the soldiers of the new regiment were all running desperately as if they were injected with chicken blood, approaching quickly towards the cannon position.

"Hurry, I'm from the independent group, catch up with me, don't let the new group take the lead." Kong Jie jumped in the crowd and urged.

"Captain, you can't catch up on yourself. If you ask us to catch up, isn't this going to catch up?" Someone couldn't help but say to Kong Jie.

I didn't see the soldiers in the new regiment running so fast, and they were in the forefront. Unless we had wings, we wouldn't be able to catch up at all.

"Chasing me, if I can't get the cannon, I will deal with you!" Kong Erlangzi held the machine gun and fired into the sky.

The people from the Independence Group were frightened and turned into agile rabbits to catch up.

"I said, Kong Erlangzi, you can't remember this cannon, and you can't waste bullets casually. Don't you know that bullets are precious?" Li Yunlong ran past Kong Jie with a smile and threw it to Kong Jie.

The cannon was saved and the new ball could be grabbed. Old Li was in a very comfortable mood. He was in a joking manner with the mood to open Kong Jie.

"Hmph, Li Yunlong, I can definitely grab the cannon." Kong Jie hummed, carried the machine gun to his shoulder, spread his feet, and caught up with Li Yunlong's footsteps as if he had stepped on a hot wheel.

...

Seeing the brigade of the Eighth Route Army troops swarming towards the cannon position, Jiang Deshui was so anxious that he wanted to get diarrhea.

"Stop it, block them, and then send someone to blow up the cannons." Jiang Deshui roared, wanting to send someone to destroy the cannons again.

But it was too late. Zhang Dabiao and others were moving too fast, and they could completely reach the cannon position before other puppet troops.

"Sir, the cannon cannot be blown up, let's retreat, let's retreat." The commander of the puppet army pulled Jiang Deshui.

"If the cannon is not destroyed, Taijun Hirata will not let me go when he goes back." Jiang Deshui shouted.

"Sir, let's withdraw first. Hirata Taijun will definitely send more troops to encircle and suppress it. At that time, we will take back the cannons and redeem them for their sins." The commander of the puppet army forced Jiang Deshui to retreat.

"Retreat, retreat, the cannons cannot be blown up. Let's hurry up while the Eighth Route Army is concerned about the cannons." The puppet army officers also gave up approaching the cannon positions. They quickly withdrew with the remaining puppet soldiers.

"Damn traitor, you can run fast, don't run into me next time!" Sun Desheng chased and slaughtered a few puppet soldiers. Because he was too exhausted, he could not catch up with the other puppet soldiers. He stopped chasing him and hurried back and hurriedly ran towards the ammunition box with a soldier.

All other soldiers under Sun Desheng were killed, and only one person was left.

The capture of cannons is important, but ammunition is even more important.

Sun Desheng had already seen that the people of the Independence Group were catching up with the footsteps of the Xinyi Group.

These two of them could not occupy six cannons, so they would occupy ammunition.

This cannon has no ammunition, it is a scrap iron lump.

While Sun Desheng and the other two occupied the ammunition box, Zhang Dabiao and his men also ran to the cannon position.

"Hahaha, the cannon belongs to our new regiment." Zhang Dabiao laughed loudly, making people occupy it quickly.

"This cannon is my own." Chen Quan, the commander of the second battalion of the Independent Regiment, exploded. During the process of the new regiment occupying the cannon, he took the lead and leaned against a cannon. He quickly climbed up the cannon, sat down and occupied it.

But soon, Chen Quan stood up like a fire on his butt.

It was indeed burning the butt. The cannon fired the shells continuously, and the temperature was very high.

Chen Quan's pants were burned and stuck to the cannon. He stood up suddenly, and his pants were torn into pieces, revealing a big hole in it.

Chen Quan, the commander of the second battalion of the Independent Regiment, stood on the cannon with his bare feet, declaring the ownership of the cannon.

"Don't be shameless from the Independent Regiment. This is the cannon of our new regiment, so I'll come down." Although Zhang Dabiao successfully occupied five cannons, he saw Chen Quan, the second battalion commander of the Independent Regiment, yelled immediately when he saw Chen Quan, the commander of the Independent Regiment, snatching a cannon.

The order commander gave Zhang Dabiao was to take down six cannons.

As a result, he only won five doors, and the leader wanted to scold people when he went back.
Chapter completed!