The fat man glanced at the bandits lying on the ground trembling, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and said in his heart, it is really a group of cowardly soft eggs, easy to deal with.

He won't stop there, and besides, he likes to fight * artillery too much, this antique 92 infantry gun, because of the low gun body, the weight is only about 200 catties, the weight of two heavy machine guns, is the little devil infantry with the support artillery, the little devil likes to use this cannon to get close to the shelling, the concealment is very high, and it is impossible to prevent it from being called "ghost artillery".

Of course, a cannon that can hit a little devil is a good cannon!

The first time he used this old antique with live ammunition, of course, he needed to shoot a few more rounds to familiarize himself with the operation, ballistics, etc., and these test bullets were perfect for testing trenches and scaring people.

There are five shells in one box, so why do you have to finish the remaining four.

After a shot, they all poked their heads out of the trenches to observe, and saw that the fat man was not ashamed to stuff a shell into the barrel, and he was frightened again, and hurriedly retracted his body into the lightning protection ditch, waiting for the shell.

"Big boss, my uncle is a little too ruthless to Balu, right?" Jia Daode whispered to the tiger next to him.

"Who's to say it isn't? Hey, who told them not to open their eyes, let when repairing the trenches, Zhao Laosan's deflated calf thing is bullish, in Lao Tzu's view, Zhao Laosan's deflated calf thing is the primary target of this living Hades, don't kill it, don't stop it! The tiger sighed beside him, thinking that these eight roads are not worth it, they are really a rat poop scourge and a pot of soup, waiting to be shot.

"I didn't expect my uncle's heart to ......be so small," Jia Daode said with a sigh.

"Are you tired of it? Don't talk nonsense, be careful that your uncle cleans you up! When Sai Lao Tiger heard this, he immediately glared to stop Jia Daode from talking, if the fat man heard it, they would be the next target of the shelling.

The fat man adjusted the muzzle of the cannon, and the first shot killed a tree next to Zhao Laosan, and now he was aiming at Zhao Laosan's trench. Jia Daode is right, his heart is smaller than a woman, who wants to jump out and do it with him, if he doesn't say it, he will die and get pregnant.

His hearing is excellent, even if Jia Daodao's words are whispered, because he is not far away, he will listen to them all.

The fat man didn't make a sound, he pulled the rope with a smile, and the second shot went out directly.

With a "boom" sound, hitting the target, Zhao Laosan's trench was hit by a shot, and the shock wave and fragments of the shell explosion cut off half of the trench, and the gunpowder smoke and mud splashed, and the head and face were covered by Zhao Laosan.

There are trenches to obstruct it, and the direct artillery bombardment is at most a bombardment of the trench, which poses no threat to Zhao Laosan, who is hiding in the lightning protection ditch, but the mud that splits his head and covers his face almost buries him, and the shell explodes in front of him, the eardrum almost bursts, and his head buzzes.

After the shelling, Zhao Laosan crawled out of the mud, his tinnitus made him unable to hear anything, his head was still shaking, and he couldn't even say the mantra "kill him".

Head Zhang and Secretary Chen looked at Zhao Laosan and shook their heads and smiled bitterly, this is the price of provoking a fat man.

The bandits who came to give congratulatory gifts were dumbfounded again, who is this fat man?

Although the Eighth Route Army only has an independent regiment of about 400 people on the Qingzhou boundary, it can mobilize thousands of troops at any time to quickly intersperse and support each other, and its strength should not be underestimated.

This is a regular army, this fat man has eaten the courage of an ambitious leopard, and he even dares to bombard the eight roads, don't die!

Okay, you're a Hukou Mountain, just take us here to watch the guns and show off your muscles, and you also use the little devil cannon to bombard the eight roads in front of them, what do you mean? I don't even say hello, so I'm a fellow believer, right? If you don't want to see us, can't we go? We still want to save our lives!

So these masters are not going, not going and not, the pestle on the spot to watch this bold fat man shell the eight roads, stunned that no one birds them, these masters are like ants on a hot pot, and they dare not come forward to ask about the situation, for fear of provoking this fat man like the living king of Hades, attracting bombardment.

After all, Qingjianglong has been mixed in the road for more than ten years, and he is a little bolder, and he is the person in charge of the congratulations who was elected by dozens of cottage masters this time, seeing that the eyes of the masters looked at him, hoping that he would come forward to ask about the situation, and he went to the road, but he trembled violently in his heart, grandma, as far as you know, aren't you afraid?

But he has to go on the hard head, who made him like to be the person in charge, relying on his friendship with the tiger, gritted his teeth, and walked over.

"Brother Sai." Qingjiang Long tried to make his joystick straighter, and arched his hand.

"Yo, isn't this a Qingjiang worm, brother worm?" Sai Laohu had already seen Qingjiang Long leaning over, clasping his fists in return, with a look of disdain on his face.

It's no wonder that the tiger looks down on this Qingjiang Dragon, after the little devil came, the tiger personally visited the Qingjiang Dragon and invited him to fight the devil together, this guy did not come out of the door to make a turtle with a shrunken head. When he arrived at Hukou Mountain and Heifeng Mountain, Qingjianglong chose to be silent, and those fateful shit friendships in the past were a fart in front of this guy.

In the face of the ridicule of the tiger, Qingjianglong smiled bitterly, now the Hukou Mountain is big, and he is wronged and ridiculed, he doesn't dare to do anything, it's really that you have the first year of junior high school, and others have fifteen, feng shui takes turns, and retribution is not happy.

Even a little minion in Hukou Mountain is hanging as if he is 2580,000 yuan, and it is understandable that the big boss of Hukou Mountain looks down on him Qingjiang Dragon.

Sai Lao Hu is still a very righteous person, otherwise he would not have gathered so many brothers to play with him, not to mention that he also guessed the meaning of the fat man, these cottage bosses can survive in this year, they are not ordinary, they are familiar with the mountain territory they manage, and they have a wide range of contacts, if they are used, they will get twice the result with half the effort.

Take Qingjiang Dragon as an example, this guy is the overlord of the Qingjiang waters, and the little devil's materials are nothing more than two channels of water transportation and land transportation, and this waterway accounts for the majority, and if you win Qingjiang Dragon, you will take half of the waters of Qingjiang.

Sai Lao Hu is a big boss, absolutely not bad, and has been rolling in the rivers and lakes for many years, except for a little impulsive, his head is still quite good.

"Brother Sai wants to say that the elder brother is a worm or a dragon, and the elder brother has to think about the lives of the two hundred brothers in the village." Of course, Qingjiang Long knew the reason why Sai Lao Hu didn't want to see him.

"Okay, Lao Tzu doesn't care if you are a dragon or a worm, let's talk about what the young master has to do." The tiger race is not very impatient, Qingjiang Long can find such a high-sounding statement for his life, which makes the tiger even more unhappy.

"I was entrusted by these masters to hand over the congratulatory gift list to the Sai masters." Qingjianglong handed the gift list of each family to Sai Laohu, and said, "Why don't you see my uncle and Sai Er?" Why is there no lantern in the stockade? ”

This matter, not only Qingjiang Long was suspicious after entering the village, but these cottage owners were also suspicious.

"Alas, my sister died under the gun of the little devil!" This question was asked about the sadness of the tiger, and he raised his hand to take the gift list, as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

Qingjiang Long looked at the tiger in disbelief, let's see, this is the result of fighting against the little devil.

"The big boss, the third boss, the fourth boss, don't do it, come here." At this moment, the fat man who had finished the second shot turned around and shouted at Sai Lao and the others.