However, at this moment, so many Japanese cavalrymen ran to Shanglou Town to kill people. This is equivalent to seeking death.

Today, he must have shown all his unique skills in his life and killed the most Japanese.

The two 30 round magazines were quickly exhausted and the gun was changed.

Garland rifle was on the battlefield.

But there were ten Japanese cavalry trying to run out.

Want to run?

impossible?

All die in Shanglou Town!

Pay all for your sins!

Bang!

A shot passed.

A Japanese cavalry fell into the river.

Bang!

Another shot.

Another Japanese cavalry turned over and fell down.

Yang Yue's heart was not in a state of turmoil.

It seems to be the most sophisticated killing machine.

There is only a goal in your eyes.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

bite!

All eight bullets were shot.

Eight Japanese cavalry fell.

Change the gun.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

Another six guns.

The last six Japanese cavalry fell.

very good!

Kill them all.

None of them escaped.

Looking back.

Two more flower mechanisms.

Da da da da da!

Da da da da da!

A violent bullet poured out.

The five Japanese devils who were trying to rush up suddenly fell into a pool of blood.

Want to sneak attack me?

There is no door.

The miniature map has long shown you.

They were all red dots, shocking. They reminded Yang Yue at all times that this was a Japanese.

Lurking forward.

Change the position.

There are many other Japanese.

"Eighth Route Army!"

"Your death is dead..."

Suddenly, a Japanese man stood up with a sabre in his hand and held a child hostage.

Yang Yue immediately changed his gun.

Raising your hand is just a shot.

Bang!

The Japanese man was shot in the middle of his eyebrows and leaned his head back.

The saber in his hand fell down. The child was safe and sound. Someone hurriedly rushed out and took the person away.

Suddenly, another Japanese officer pushed a woman out.

His pistol was pressed against the woman's head.

Yang Yue didn't even look at it.

Raising your hand is just a shot.

Bang!

The bullet broke the Japanese's hand.

Blame the southern pistol in his hand into pieces. Don’t even give it to anyone.

The bullet hit the Japanese on the shoulder backwards. He immediately leaned backwards.

Bang!

The second shot passed.

It hit the middle of the eyebrows.

Alas, obsessive-compulsive disorder is happening again...

Why do you like the feeling of headshot so much?

Could it be that I played too many shooting games in my previous life?

well……

This headshot feels addictive!
Chapter completed!