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Ono was running wildly with more than a thousand people, when he suddenly heard gunfire behind him.

There are light and heavy machine guns!

There are platoon guns!

Ono immediately understood that the "Headshot Ghost King" was wrapping up and harvesting the lives of the last Imperial warriors.

He shouted flatly: "Don't stop, run, run!" ”

He dropped his gun and ran wildly.

His feet were numb with pain, but miraculously no longer hurt, nor lame, and he ran as fast as he was reborn.

The others desperately tried to keep up, speeding up, but none of them could match the crazy Ono.

The bullets chased after them, and the devil soldiers screamed, falling one by one.

Ono heard the screams behind him, and kept sneering in his heart.

It's very good, block the bullets for me, your death in exchange for my life, it is your honor.

What a big Sa, what a small Sasa, what a general emperor, shit, shit!

You told me to die, but I didn't die!

Death to death!

I want to live, I want to live!

He ran quickly, picking a place with a lot of people behind him to escape.

The devils in the back were constantly being knocked down, their brains had been short-circuited, and they had to run away with the private.

The private's shouting continued: "Run, follow me, follow me, you will definitely be able to rush out, rush out, go back to see your family!" ”

The war has given birth to Ono, a freak who has become an extraordinary demon.

Yue Feng, Lin Hucheng, Sima Qian, Bai Jinqiu, Fat Ye and others came to the "Xiongqi Trench" to observe the "harvest" situation.

Bai Jinqiu and the fat man both ran to Liu Mingming's side to cheer him on.

Liu Mingming calmly operated the heavy machine gun, like operating a work of art.

Just now, seeing that Ma Shan was fighting feverishly and the results were amazing, he couldn't help it anymore and ordered Ma Shan to give way.

Ma Shan was very reluctant, but this was an order and had to be followed.

Because of the victory, Liu Mingming played very easily, not shooting wildly like Ma Shan, but shooting pointedly, because the devil died less and less, and the strafing was too wasteful of bullets.

The machine gun bullets of the Nanyang Chinese were not blown by the wind.

He played very artistically, very elegantly, and completely looked like an artist.

The fat man shouted: "Third brother, good fight, ten o'clock, three devils, fight, fight...... Okay, knocked it out. At five o'clock, five devils, hit, hit, and knocked out ......"

Bai Jianqiu roared: "For the glory of the ancestors, roar, reap!" ”

Liu Mingming became more and more energetic and energetic, and the more he fought, the more he fought, and a devil named "Dancing" kept falling down and went to hell.

Yue Feng was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks when he saw Ma Shan on the side, and asked with a smile: "I said 'machine gun horse', how many devils have you killed?" ”

"Machine gun horse"?

Ma Shan was a little stunned.

Sima Qian smiled: "Silly big man, this is the title given to you by the colonel." That is to say, you start the machine gun, the spirit of Ryoma, and the horse will succeed. ”

Ma Shan was overjoyed and bowed to Yue Feng: "Thank you Colonel for the title, in the future, where you point, where I will call, there will be no ambiguity." ”

At this time, Liu Ming was tired, Ma Shan was overjoyed, rushed forward, took the heavy machine gun, and shouted: "Devil, remember clearly, Lao Tzu's title is called 'Machine Gun Horse', the spirit of Ryoma, and the horse is successful!" Little devil, suffer death! ”

Strings of heavy machine-gun bullets roared out, screaming the devils in the fog.

Liu Mingming said angrily: "Stupid, shoot, shoot, don't strafe." These bullets are the hard work of the Nanyang Chinese. ”

Ma Shan shouted: "However, I only know how to strafe, not point fire." ”

Liu Mingming shouted: "Stupid, I'll teach you." ”

Yue Feng smiled and raised the "Dragon 8" to observe the devil in the fog.

Under the shooting of the soldiers of the "Xiongqi Regiment", there were fewer and fewer devils standing.

Yue Feng said lightly: "Little devil, since you set foot on the territory of Huaxia, this is your ultimate fate, but it is only a day earlier. ”

The Japanese command, Okamura Ninji once again heard the sound of gunfire on the other side, and immediately understood that the other party was harvesting the lives of the imperial warriors, and his own side had no resistance.

Clearly, it was a massacre.

His heart twitched incessantly, and he coughed violently, in unspeakable pain.

Not because of the lives of soldiers.

The life of a soldier is insignificant in his eyes, and even if it has an effect, it is the role of a stepping stone.

Pain! It was because of this defeat that he was slapped in the face, causing his prestige to plummet and become an international joke, and his heart was like a knife.

Deny?

There is no way at all!

The international "Journalists' Company" is located in Xishan, and I heard that there are also three cameras that shoot from different angles.

Without a doubt, this is an extremely rare documentary, a few hours long, which will definitely be edited into a film and broadcast worldwide.

Shame and shame all over the world, the only one who has been stinking for 10,000 years is "Lao Ci"!

Thinking of this, Okamura Ninji coughed even more, and the handkerchief covering his mouth was already stained with blood.

The chief of staff said angrily: "I want to protest, protest, this is not a war, it is a massacre, no, it is murder, murder!" ”

When Okamura Ninji heard this, he was even more uncomfortable, when did the imperial soldiers become the targets of the slaughter of the Shina people?

In his memory, this is the first time!

He cried out hoarsely, "Is there not one who is alive?" No, no, we must not wipe out the whole army, try our best, rescue, rescue, at least one alive. ”

Perhaps, his prayers had an effect.

By the river, Ono finally broke out of the smoke and appeared by the river.

However, he was the only one alive, and the others, all fell under the bullets of the machine gun, became his meat shield, and successfully saved his life.

Without hesitation, he took off all his clothes and jumped into the river.

Originally, he was a landlubber and couldn't swim at all.

But he was so calm that he had in his mind the image of a frog swimming, and imitated it, his hands and feet moving like a frog's limbs.

Miracles struck again, and he succeeded, swam like a frog, and swam quickly to the opposite shore.

A demon of war is officially born!

On the high ground, Yue Feng saw that the smoke was getting thinner and thinner, and thought of the reporters in Xishan, and secretly thought: Although the international image is not valuable, sometimes it is a fig leaf that can be used.

The reputation of the butcher can be legendary, but it cannot be seen by international journalists.

On top of that, he saw only a few "dancing" devils in the fog, and it was estimated that they were almost dead.

He ordered loudly: "Order, stop shooting!" ”

Chu Kangkai ordered with satisfaction: "Brothers, take in the guys!" ”

Ma Shan pretended not to hear it, and continued to strafe and knock down the last few active devils, and then put away the gun.

Yue Feng glared at him, he grinned and was a fool, he seemed to be a "stupid big man", but Yue Feng knew that he had already become a machine gun demon!

Bai Jinqiu, Fat Ye and Liu Mingming hugged each other, they knew that from today onwards, they had completely gained the trust of the colonel and could kill devils as much as possible.

Liu Mingming said excitedly: "Big brother, second brother, we have succeeded, we have succeeded!" ”

The fat man laughed: "It's happy, it's so happy, I finally let out a bad breath." ”

Bai Jianqiu smiled: "I finally avenged my parents today." Remember who gave us this opportunity. ”

Liu Mingming and the fat man said in unison: "Colonel, colonel, colonel!" ”

Bai Jinqiu said solemnly: "Yes, our lord is the colonel, no one else, anyone, we only recognize the colonel." ”

Liu Mingming and the fat man nodded: "Yes, only the colonel, only the colonel!" ”

Now it is the Republic of China, not long after the fall of the Qing Dynasty, and there is still a lot of mentality of recognizing the "lord".

Sima Qian held Yue Feng's hand tightly, looking forward to the scene when the smoke cleared.

The smoke completely cleared, the vision began to clear, everything on the battlefield could be seen clearly and clearly.

All of you on both sides!

Journalists from all over the world on the West Mountain!

All eyes are cast on the battlefield!

Suddenly, everyone was dumbfounded and completely petrified!

None of them had ever seen such a terrible battle!

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