Moganshan suddenly hated Eighth Route Army.

I have never seen such a bad Eighth Route Army.

He clearly saw someone lying on the ground with injuries, but he didn't pull it.

At the worst, you should also use a hat to cover my face. I also want to save face, right?

What's the matter with you throwing grenades and blowing me up so badly?

What if I bully me is not as handsome as you...

"You have no internal injuries." Yang Yue said calmly.

"How do you know?" Mo Ganshan was half-believing and half-doubting.

"Because I have ignorant eyes."

“…”

Mo Ganshan felt that the other party was talking nonsense.

He felt that his injuries were very serious. He might be about to die.

Really, it's extra painful.

It hurts so much that it can't stand up.

I reached out and touched my waist, and it was covered in blood.

Maybe my internal organs have been penetrated.

The period of departure is not far...

Actually, he really thought too much.

He really had no internal injuries. Yang Yue saw it with his perspective.

Luckily, the Japanese grenade did not blow up his internal organs. Otherwise, Li Xiaonan would have to undergo the operation in person.

"You're really okay." Yang Yue comforted.

It feels weird.

Moganshan is a rough man!

Why do you feel like a delicate little girl when you are injured?

Creepy...

A little further away from this guy.

You must not raise your orchid fingers "elegantly"...

"You boss is injured like this?" He turned to look at the others.

Everyone else lowered their heads in shame.

Well, needless to say.

It's indeed a weird thing.

No matter where I, Yang Yue, go, I will encounter so many strange things.

"I'm afraid of pain..."

"Shut up!"

"I……"

Yang Yue suddenly took out the Kaba saber and stabbed Mo Ganshan in the waist with a lightning speed.

Mo Ganshan felt relieved immediately. He looked down and found that it was a shrapnel.

The shrapnel is strangely shaped and there are spots of blood on it.

"It's okay." Yang Yue said casually, "The wound is deep in his nails."

"Really?" Mo Ganshan then breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked worriedly, "Has the wound been cleaned?"

"Don't worry. I've even prepared sulfonamide powder for you."

"Really?"

"Look at it for yourself."

"Thanks……"

Moganshan hurriedly reached out.

From Yang Yue's hand, he took a glass bottle.

Sure enough, there were some brownish-yellow powder inside. It did look like sulfonamide.

I twisted open the glass bottle cap and smelled it, it should be sulfonamide.

Very exciting taste.

This thing is expensive, almost equivalent to gold. The Japanese inspect it very strictly.

If the Japanese discovered that you actually had sulfonamide hidden on your body, that would be amazing. There would definitely be no way out. Even if you were a bandit, you might be deliberately trying to make your decision.

After all, sulfonamide is so valuable, if you resell it on the black market, it will be several times the profit!

The beheaded transaction has the highest profit.

"Aren't you afraid that I will sell it?" Mo Ganshan suddenly said.

"Is there a way?" Yang Yue was immediately moved.

"You..." Moganshan's voice was dry, "You want to sell it?"

"You can consider it." Yang Yue nodded and whispered, "It is best to sell it to foreigners. The higher the price, the better."

"I..." Mo Ganshan thought hard and found that he had no way.

He didn't dare to touch this thing before!

Otherwise, how could the Japanese let him live until now?

In fact, the Japanese have very strict control over sulfonamide, and it is indeed difficult to trade.

Even foreigners, if they carry sulfonamide, they will be strictly examined by the Japanese.

Then it is possible to die without understanding.

I dare not kill myself publicly. I will try my best to kill myself behind my back.

As long as the Japanese insist that it has nothing to do with him, what can others do to him?

Unless you go to a metropolis like Shanghai, there are all kinds of religions and all kinds of dragons and snakes, and the Japanese cannot investigate them. There are so many foreigners there who can afford a lot of money.

Ahhhhh!

Ahhhhh!

Suddenly I woke up.

We are fighting! How do we discuss buying and selling sulfonamides?

Are you serious, Eighth Route Force? Why can you even dare to sell sulfonamide? Don’t you Eighth Route Force?

"How many people do you have?"

“More than one hundred.”

“Why not bring them all?”

"Isn't this afraid of falling into a trap? Who knows what you think?"

"We are the Eighth Route Army. What can the Eighth Route Army have?"

"That might be. You..."

Mo Ganshan wants to say, there are some of you who are very cruel.

If you accidentally, you will be eaten by you. But I feel that Yang Yue is not. So I held it in my mind.

In general, Mo Ganshan still trusted Yang Yue. Yang Yue generously gave him the Yingqiqi bullets he needed. In addition, he also gave him some sulfonamide powder. He is indeed kind.

This guy is so capable of stealing people, so he can only be a small follower.

Not very used to it for a while...

"Are you still recruiting people from the Eighth Route Army?" Mo Ganshan suddenly asked.

"Take." Yang Yue nodded, "But not everyone wants it. Go back and read the three major disciplines and eight points to pay attention. You can do it again."

"Oh..." Mo Ganshan fell into deep thought.

"There is a chance to cooperate." Yang Yue stood up.

Straighten your waist and keep moving forward.

But the Japanese who rushed up just now were almost wiped out.
To be continued...