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Yang Guan lay in the pit, thinking about the gains and losses before and after the battle, reviewing the details, and gradually deducing the shocking results.

Actually calculated?

Inadvertently falling into the urn arranged by someone with a heart, who will this person be?

Yin Zhen is Jiang Guangtou's Qincha, and the traitor cannot be her, maybe it is Yang Hu and Yang Bao, or it may be one of the miscellaneous soldiers.

At this time, three sniper bullets exploded, setting off a puff of sand and dust, which drifted away with the wind.

The devil sniper has increased the intensity of deterrence, shooting in groups, still in the finished font, and applying pressure while training with live ammunition.

Yang Guan was awakened by the sound of gunshots, and no longer thought about the problem of the mole, and the top priority was to escape from the confinement of the little devil.

When I raised my eyes, I saw a bullet mark groove in the eye, more than 20 centimeters deep, close to half the depth of the crater, and the crisis was close above the eye.

The devil's sniper bullet almost touched the tip of his nose, setting off a stream of sand that splashed on his face and hurt.

Damn, thinking about the problem of the traitor, he forgot the time and almost died unjustly in the pit, he was annoyed in his heart.

With the shadow of death looming over him, he didn't have time to think about it, drew his katana, and plunged directly into the sand wall on his left, trying to dig a way to escape.

I was anxious before, and I didn't think of a way to dig a hole to escape, which was inspired by the little devil's sniping in the sand.

It's better to act than to be tempted, and in order to kill devils, it doesn't matter if you do a pangolin.

The hill is a layer of sand and gravel, which crumbles one after another under the sharp blade, and then flies in the wind by the palm of the hand.

The excavated sand and the snipering dust merged into a small sand tide, which swept south with the wind and disappeared into the night screen.

The density of the flying sand and dust increases, making it difficult to escape the surveillance of the sights.

In a moment, they were discovered by the little devils, and immediately vented their anger with dense bullets.

At this time, the sniper barrage shrouded the perimeter of the crater, making a "bang" muffled thunder sound, which was linked into pieces and boiled like porridge.

The sound of the explosion was like a tidal wave, piercing people's eardrums, and a wave of sand burst out, drifting with the wind, like a veil swaying with the wind.

The gauze tent rippled, tumbling over the mountain bag, blurring out of sight.

"Baga Ya Road, stop shooting, each group is on standby." Saburo Kawamoto commanded loudly, his face full of hideousness.

The devil sniper stopped sniping instantly, aimed at the gun, and closely monitored the mountain bag two hundred meters away.

The cold night breeze blew by, and the shrub leaves on the hillside rattled, disturbing the peace and disturbing people's hearts.

It's okay for a moment, it's bearable for a moment, and when it's a little bit angry......

"Your Excellency Shaozuo, the situation seems to be wrong, the sand and dust are increasing instead of decreasing." Captain Devil reminded him suspiciously.

"Baga Yalu, I'm not blind, there's no solution, you just shut up for me." Saburo Kawamoto roared, a look of resentment.

Unwilling, his heart is like a knife, the enemy is not far away, but he can only watch, and he can't do anything?

The voices and smiles of the two best friends are still in front of me, and the scene of their tragic death is also vivid.

It was a dark night, and when I first came to the Yangtze River with my best friend, I had just stepped into this rich land, and I was hit by life and death.

His best friend sacrificed, and he became a cripple, and he picked up a life after nine deaths.

This is the life of Amaterasu's command, born for revenge.

In order to take revenge and for the common prosperity of Greater East Asia, he did not hesitate to spend family resources to train a large number of elites.

This comeback, the first opponent he faced was him, Yang Guan, the devil.

This executioner who has repeatedly obstructed the co-prosperity sphere, brutally killed a large number of compatriots, and destroyed countless war supplies.

This Empire's super-grade war criminal, life is really hard, like steel, but I must melt you into molten iron.

Saburo Kawamoto looked at the dust, resentful in his heart, and annoyed that such a well-thought-out plan had ended in failure.

At this moment, he wanted to rush up, lead the deployment to kill the mountain, beat the devil into a sieve, and then chop it into minced pieces to feed the fish.

glanced sideways at the sheep's intestines, then clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and forcibly suppressed the impulses in his body.

The terrain is too harsh for a strong attack......

The two sides had a brief confrontation on the gunboat, and they did not know much about each other, but they formed an indissoluble hatred.

In this continuous duel, I fully realized the strong side of the other party, and I was quite jealous, and before I was absolutely sure, it was humiliating to act rashly.

Saburo Kawamoto didn't move, crawled on the hillside to observe, his cheeks were hideous, and his mind was entangled, with a complicated mood, admiring the dust in the distance.

Indeed, the sand and dust were scattered, accompanied by the night wind, and then disappeared.

Human potential is forced, and the same is true at some point.

Yang Guan was originally very angry and didn't think of a way to save himself, but the devil sniped the sand and exerted pressure, humiliated and tortured, so that he realized the way to escape by digging a hole.

Countless sand and dust were splashed while digging, and the little devil quickly noticed this abnormal situation and directly launched a barrage sniper.

This moment is dangerous, the bullet has cut through the sand and dust, and it has been close to the body, and the shadow of death is just right on the soul marrow.

The desire to survive grows wildly, and the potential also explodes under oppression.

Yang Guan Jedi saved himself, shaking the katana with both hands, and performing tricks of teasing, stabbing, pulling, splitting and twisting, infusing the brutal power of his whole body.

The sand turned into dust under the sharp blade, and flew into the air like waves, covering the hills.

As a result, the right side of the mountain bag was flooded with sand and dust, which alarmed the people staying in the left side of the mountain bag.

The chief instructor was trapped in the sand pit, and everyone was holding back a breath of anger and wanted to save people, but there was no way to save them.

When everyone found that the sand was filled, people's hearts lit up.

Pan Yunfeng took the lead in rushing down the mountain bag, heading straight to the north side of the mountain bag on the right, and after arriving, he used a bayonet to stir up sand and soil and set it off in the air.

One person opens the way, and the others follow.

In a moment, the sand and dust on the north side of the mountain bag on the right side rose all over the sky, gradually evolving into a sandstorm, obscuring all vision.

The power of numbers is on full display at this moment.

At this time, the Devil Sniper's vision was blocked, and he completely lost his monitoring of the mountain bag and stopped shooting.

The sniper bullet was terminated.

Yang Guan quickly caught this change, and then he looked up to observe the sky, and found that the sand tide was enveloping the mountain, and his eardrums also heard the crowd gathering firewood at this time.

Without hesitation, he rolled over and got up, and with a breath, he lowered his body and galloped north.

The figure flashed under the force of his feet, and soon, a whirlpool of sand and dust was set off, and in an instant, he rushed out of the sand tide and stepped into the back of the mountain bag on the north side.

"Brother, are you alright?" Pan Yunfeng attacked and wept, and rushed forward to ask long and short questions.

"Whew, good ......" everyone in the Tenglong detachment boiled.

Suddenly, there was a screeching sound in the sky, which disturbed the joyful crowd...... (To be continued.) )