Psychological warfare, good and evil. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the scorching sun is in the sky, the golden rays are dazzling, reflecting a peaceful sky.

The earth is steaming, the strong wind is cool, and bathing in it is warm and pleasant.

However, the west side of Longquan Mountain was tense, and both sides tried their best to fight for life and death.

Matsumoto Incheon was very angry, and he was very jealous of Yang Guan in his heart, afraid of his huge strength, and one arm was shattered under brute force.

This is a humiliation, originating from the Huangpu River, imprinted in the soul, and the culprit stands on the top of the mountain.

Thinking of the resentment that the dead arm could not be saved, the pain of losing the arm made his heart rise with anger.

Originally, he disdained to use this kind of persecution, but it was only related to the overall situation of the holy war, and he had to make concessions.

Martial arts, the winner is the way!

This is his current state of mind, but the shame of a broken arm has made him change his original intention.

It's a pity that it didn't work, and the damn enemy didn't get set, and he made it clear that the fish was dead and the net was broken.

This opponent is too strong, and once he is driven to the point of madness, the consequences are unpredictable.

As far as his ability is concerned, he walks unimpeded in the barracks.

If he mainly beheaded, the imperial officers would face a catastrophe, and the holy war would be worrying.

Whether it is sniping or force value, he is a supreme existence, and no one has tried his edge.

"If you have the backbone, we will duel one-on-one." Matsumoto Incheon shouted loudly, thinking about the only battle.

It is no longer feasible to use civilians and emotions to force them to comply.

Maybe it was pushed too hard, cutting off his thoughts and ruining his reputation, prompting him to take revenge like crazy?

"You release everyone, and Lao Tzu will fight you to the death." Yang Guan shouted loudly, very angry in his heart.

The little devil is so shameless, despicable to the rank of brutes, who would dare to believe your words?

"This is impossible, no one will be released until the winner is decided." Matsumoto Incheon roared.

The hostage is your bond and a bargaining chip.

"Little devil, do you really want to break the net?" Yang Guan scolded sharply, almost losing patience.

The little devil doesn't have a long memory, and he really wants to force Lao Tzu to make some ruthless moves?

"As a sign of sincerity, we release half." Matsumoto Incheon shouted, his heart burning with rage.

Damn the Chinese man, he really has no fear, he is already determined to tear his face?

"Artillery preparation...... Put. Yang Guan ordered loudly, no longer paying attention to the little devil, and waved behind him.

The advance team members had already prepared, the artillery positions were ready to go, and the targets were calibrated on the left mountain bag.

After the order was given, fifteen mortars roared in unison, firing a round of shells.

The shells formed an arc-shaped trajectory in the air and fell in a hanging shot.

The little devil was frightened, looking up at the ballistics, his mind was in a trance and palpitating, and his whole body trembled.

The little devils on the mountain bag on the left side panicked and fell on the ground en masse, hiding in bunkers.

But their fate was not good, the trench had long been exposed, and the shells fell straight down from the sky, falling right into it.

Fifteen shells "boomed" and set off a wave of sand that spread all over the sky.

The shrapnel flew and shot violently, piercing the little devil's body and splashing countless blood splashes.

The sand and dust fluttered in the wind, surging in the air, and flying into the distance.

The trench appeared, dilapidated under a round of shelling, filled with smoke, and several places of burning wood "crackled" and burned.

The little devil was killed and wounded, the body of the deceased was incomplete, and the wounded rolled to the ground, wailing incessantly.

"Bagayalu, are you testing the belly of the imperial soldiers, do you really care about the life and death of this group of people?" Matsumoto Incheon brandished a katana and shouted a warning.

"Little devil, you are wearing down my patience and letting people go." Yang Guan shouted and reprimanded, unmoved.

At this moment, the most worried are the Tenglong members, they can't figure out the mind of this instructor, is this saving people?

Once the little devil turns his face and is ruthless, the consequences are very serious, and the lives of more than 5,000 people cannot be saved.

When the battle breaks out, the Tenglong detachment will also come to an end and become a cold-blooded organization that is not tolerated by the people.

It will also face condemnation from people from all walks of life, which will directly affect the major events of survival.

It's about the fate of everyone, how can you be careless?

Or are you so tough, are you really as the world rumored, cold-blooded and ruthless?

It sounds good on weekdays, but you don't dare to challenge yourself when it's your turn, who are you?

Yes, everyone in the Tenglong detachment doesn't understand, almost everyone is making their own little calculations, what should they do in the future?

And the common people are angry, they don't hate the little devil, they only hate Yang Guan alone.

Those eyes seemed to say, what kind of bullshit god of war are you, isn't it worth it to die for more than 5,000 people?

Are your lives worth anything, or are you simply a fame-seeker?

Countless pairs of eyes converged into a torrent, wanting to drown and crush Yang Guan.

This is the appearance of Laisheng, who only lives for survival.

Because Yang Guan was their only hope of survival, his eyes were fierce, like knives.

Faced with this situation, Yang Guan directly ignored it, but his heart was bleeding, and his reputation was ruined and irretrievable.

Jiang Guangtou is watching, the countrymen are watching, the Eighth Route Army has not been caught, and the little devil expects to step on it to the end.

What can I do in this situation?

Compromise with the little devil, it is a meat bun beating a dog, and there is no return.

This is the trap of the little devils, the earth-shattering killing game, and they have already lost without going to war.

lost the prestige, also lost the hearts of the people, and was defeated.

Lao Tzu is not convinced!

Since you have lost everything, you will be iron-blooded to the end, and completely show your god-killing side.

Let those who peek into the treasure be jealous, and let those with ill intentions be discouraged, and only be the devil!

Yang Guan shouted in his heart, and strengthened his killing heart, preferring to be broken jade rather than complete.

Matsumoto Incheon gritted his teeth, he saw that the devil had principles and was forced to do everything in a hurry.

The holding of civilians hostage has lost its meaning.

Killing them all is detrimental to benevolence and righteousness, and it cannot gain a foothold in the world, which is not conducive to holy war.

"We release people, I hope you will keep your word." Matsumoto Incheon said loudly, waving his hand to release him.

The little devil removed the muzzle of the threatening gun and beckoned the civilians to leave.

The common people heard it clearly, and Matsumoto Incheon spoke Chinese very well, and began to flee when the little devil beckoned.

escaped death, who knows if the little devil will regret it......

The scene was somewhat chaotic, with constant screams and crowding forward.

At this moment, everyone had a strong desire to survive, forgot everything, and fled from this place of death.

The members of Tenglong looked sad, this was all forced by the little devil, and their eyes showed sympathy.

Yang Guan looked at everything indifferently, full of resentment and sorrow, resentful that the little devil was not a human being, and that the people who were worried about the country lacked the heart to fight.

How can people's hearts become an army when they are scattered?

By the time the civilians had all been evacuated, they had returned along the mountain road and disappeared into the valley.

The little devil also withdrew, retreating backwards, about a thousand meters back and on standby.

"You're satisfied, please come down!" Matsumoto Incheon shouted, his tone indifferent.

"Since you are looking for death yourself, Lao Tzu will give you a ride." Yang Guan responded sharply, and then slid down the rope down the cliff.

A duel is about to unfold. (To be continued.) )