"Bang!"

Little Guangdong fired.

One shot hit a Japanese in the head.

"Bang!"

Wang Fugui also fired the gun.

It also hit a Japanese man in the head with one shot.

Unfortunately, even the Japanese will not move. They are dead.

However, if it was a living Japanese, it wouldn't be their turn to shoot. Maybe the Japanese would shoot faster.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

There were constant gunfire around.

However, the soldiers lined up behind Wang Fugui and Xiao Guangdong also fired fire.

Each person fired a shot.

Every Japanese invader has a shot.

Strictly execute superior commands...

Suddenly, they saw Yang Yue in front of them. The two of them subconsciously held the gun.

It happened that Yang Yue turned around and saw the two of them.

The expression on his face was a little weird.

I want to speak but stop.

These soldiers!

No comprehension at all.

What I said was that the Japanese invaders who might not have died were all shot.

As a result, every Japanese invader's corpse and every soldier shot it. Then the Japanese's corpse was injured...

This one shot.

That one shot.

After a while, I was beaten with holes.

It feels like the heavy machine gun shooting is not so miserable. It is indeed very inhumane.

I'm too lazy to correct it.

What if you understand it wrong again?

What if there is no gun to be refilled?

Then wouldn’t there be a ghost who could escape?

Anyway, there is no shortage of bullets. Everyone can shoot one shot at a time. It’s good to practice the feel.

As for humanity...

What humanity to talk to the Japanese devils...

Soon, Yang Yue disappeared.

Wang Fugui and Xiao Guangdong continued to re-sell.

Suddenly I saw a skeleton machine gun placed next to me.

Not damaged much, but no one wants it.

Wang Fugui bent down and wanted to pick it up.

"Don't move!"

Little Guangdong shouted.

Wang Fugui looked at him in confusion.

This is the weapon of the Japanese, the commander said that he would take it away.

If a Japanese machine gun was seized on the battlefield, there would be a reward. Not only would there be porridge, but it might be a dollar.

"What do you want this thing to do?" Xiao Guangdong shook his head.

"Reward." Wang Fugui replied.

"Which commander did you hear a reward? Did Chief Yang Yue say it?"

"It seems that there is no..."

Memories of Wang Fugui's efforts.

It seems that there is really no.

Sir…

OK, I won’t talk about the sir here.

The superior here only said that he killed a Japanese man and rewarded him with a canned meat. However, he did not say how much the reward was for seizing the weapon.

"You are stupid! If there is a reward, others will have taken it away long ago."

“That’s right…”

Wang Fugui nodded.

This is indeed the case. There are many people ahead.

If this crooked machine gun is rewarded, the people in front will definitely take it away. It is not their turn at all.

However, machine guns are machine guns after all, so why are there no rewards?

"This machine gun is so bad. Trash."

"Who did you hear?"

"What the platoon leader said is that the platoon leader and the company commander both dislike it very much. The squad leader doesn't like it either."

"What's the name of that machine gun?"

"The Bren style light machine gun is much easier to use than the crooked handle. There are so many brass Maxim. What do you want the crooked handles of the devil? "

"We really don't want it?"

"No. I'll give it to the guerrillas later. I guess the guerrillas will ask for it."

"No, guerrillas!"

Suddenly someone talked to him behind him.

The two turned around and didn't know each other. They said something and then passed by.

Little Guangdong:...

Wang Fugui:...

It took a long time for Xiao Guangdong to curl his lips.

Neither do guerrillas?

Pooh!

That's really garbage among garbage.

No one else wants it!

Now each of us has a big guy on our hands, and we still need these garbage weapons?

So he stretched out his feet and kicked it aside.

The person who followed him also kicked.

Later people kicked...

"Ghost Master!"

"Ghost official!"

"quick!"

"Ghost official!"

"quick!"

Suddenly someone screamed.

Little Guangdong rushed out immediately. Wang Fugui hurriedly followed.

Then, they crowded in the crowd and saw the Japanese invaders who were beaten to death.

Well, what a big official. He is probably equivalent to the battalion commander of the National Army. No, he is at the level of the regiment commander. There are thousands of people in a brigade of Japanese invaders.

Sometimes there is no one thousand people in a regiment of the National Army.

Wang Fugui's previous group often had only three or four hundred people. He often needed temporary arrests to supplement it.

This place was killed, and there were people arrested everywhere. If there were more than 500 people, it would be very full.

Never had more than six hundred people...

I found that Yang Yue was there too.
To be continued...