There is only a little connection to the flagpole, and even if the wind is stronger, the flagpole will be blown off.

Junhyun couldn't help but hammer the ground with his fist, and almost succeeded.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he pushes harder and hits again.

The blood of the killed North Koreans stained the ground red, and the scarlet color and pungent gore irritated Junhyun's nerves.

Originally, he just wanted to be in the limelight, and he looked at the small courtyard again, which was already full of hatred, especially the golden sun and moon flag, which was particularly dazzling.

This is already a task that he must complete, and only by discounting the banner can he vent the depression in his heart.

His eyes didn't take his eyes off the flag, and he quickly loaded the firebolt in his hand, adjusting the firerope to aim at the flagpole.

Just as he was about to fire again, a figure suddenly appeared in his sight.

Although this figure was a little fat, he still stood firmly in front of the banner. He used his body to block Junhyun's shooting angle, and he still held a wooden board and rope in his hand.

This man actually wanted to tie the flagpole and prevent the pesky military flag from falling.

This is something that Junhyun will never tolerate, this person wants to find death to save him.

Junhyun adjusted the jaw slightly, aimed it at the man's body, and gently pulled the trigger, and a hot bullet came out of his chamber and hit the figure.

Although Luo Sicheng made a serious mistake by accepting bribes, Lan Guitian did not restrict his freedom.

Before Jeju Island was adjudicated, he was a member of the Jangheung Army.

He was just a confiscated weapon and still lived in the compound. Carrying the firecrackers and ammunition in the warehouse was a special effort for Luo Sicheng, and in his words, it was to minimize the sins on his body.

He had also felt the tension in the barracks for the past few days, and it was only now that he knew how much trouble his momentary greed had caused to the robes.

Especially after being surrounded by North Koreans, he blamed himself deeply, all because of him.

Seeing the robes guarding the small courtyard with firearms, how he wished that he could also be a member of the courtyard wall.

The sound of the gun stimulated his nerves, there were a full five thousand Korean firecrackers outside, and how many instructors of the Changheung Army were here?

The difficulty of one hundred and ten people to defend the small courtyard is not ordinary, all of this is caused by his greed for a while.

The moment the bell rang, the rickety banner stimulated his nerves, and once upon a time he was also a member of the Changxing Army.

He has also fought under this banner since the extermination of the White Lotus Sect, which is the soul of the Jangheung Army and must not be destroyed in the hands of the despicable Koreans.

Roth City began to search left and right for something available, and as he climbed up to the roof of the house with a plank and rope to get closer to the flagpole, another one rushed and hit the flagpole.

This bullet seemed to hit Luo Sicheng's body, and in his eyes, only the slanted sun and moon banner remained, which was their common belief and must not be destroyed in their hands.

Thinking of this, he didn't care about the danger, and rushed to the vicinity of the flagpole in a few steps. With great difficulty, the banner was straightened and fixed to the banner with a wooden plank.

His hands kept moving, and the rope was wrapped around the flagpole.

"Bang!" With a bang, Luo Sicheng's slightly obese body trembled. A bullet hole appeared in his back, and gurgling blood flowed from his back.

"Roth City! Give Lao Tzu down! Lan Guitian saw the fat figure on the roof, it was this slightly fat figure that blocked the bullet that hit the flagpole.

Although Luo Sicheng made a mistake, at this moment he is a hero, a hero who defends the honor of the Changxing Army.

Luo Sicheng didn't obey Lan Guitian's order, he turned his head with difficulty and opened his mouth to reveal his blood-stained teeth.

"Lord Blue! Let the little one do something for the brothers," he said, and he continued to wrap the rope around the flagpole.

"Bang!" Another fire bolt rang out, and a blood flower bloomed on Luo Sicheng's body again.

His body trembled again, and the movements of his hands slowed. But Roth didn't stop, and tied the rope to the last knot on the flagpole.

"Fuck off! Death to Lao Tzu! Lan Guitian roared angrily, grabbed the immortal gun, and rushed onto the courtyard wall.

At this moment, Luo Sicheng's fault is nothing, he defended the honor of the Changxing Army with his life, and he dyed the golden sun and moon banner red with his blood.

The Sun and Moon Banner purified his blood, and his figure was so majestic at this moment, like a mountain blocking the front of the Sun and Moon Banner.

Lan Guitian rushed to the courtyard wall and began to scan the direction of the shooting, as a veteran of the battlefield, he could see the direction of the enemy from Luo Sicheng's wounds.

His eyes scanned back and forth among the blackened North Koreans, looking at each of them with firearms.

Suddenly, a man lying on the ground in the hands of the North Korean gun who was about to shoot came into Lan Guitian's line of sight, this person had already loaded ammunition and was ready to shoot at any time.

Lan Guitian turned his head and shouted at Luo Sicheng, who turned around and leaned against the flagpole to stand firmly: "Luo Sicheng! Lao Tzu orders you to get out of the way! ”

There was not a trace of blood on Luo Sicheng's pale face, and a smile squeezed out of his face when he heard Lan Guitian's order.

Weakly raised his right fist and pounded it on his left chest, and there was no sound in his mouth, but from the shape of his mouth, Lan Guitian seemed to hear a deafening voice: "Changxing Army Wansheng!" ”

"Bang!" Another bullet hit Luo Sicheng's chest, and the solid body shook and slowly slid down the flagpole.

He still had that smile on his face until he sat under the flagpole.

Looking at the motionless body, Lan Guitian let out an angry roar: "Die!" All to Lao Tzu to die! ”

Junxian sneered at the corner of his mouth after the bullet, no matter how hard the bones were, they could be broken by the bullet.

This Han man is really stupid, isn't it just a dispensable flag!

If you put it on the discount and then hang it up, you will pay for your life for a dead thing.

I have to discount the flagpole again, and the Han people can fill it with human lives again!

Look at the number of people you have, or the number of guns in our hands.

Just as he was triumphant, a chill enveloped his body.

The sensation made him extremely uncomfortable, and it became very difficult to move even some fingers.

When he turned his head with difficulty, he saw a firearm aimed at him, and the hateful eyes behind the firecracker.

Is this how it was felt before death?

Junhyun had heard that veterans could feel the threat of death, and he finally felt that way, but this was not a moment to celebrate.

He clearly saw that the fire bolt was spewing out a cloud of gunsmoke, and the next moment his forehead was cold and he lost consciousness.

Lan Guitian took back the immortal gun, turned to look at the corpse that was still sitting on the roof, and solemnly gave a military salute.

"Brother! Let's go! ”

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