"Shut up, open your eyes and look at the corpses of the devils in the carriage, a bunch of turtles, I will give them all to you if you want, take them!" Monk Wei roared and dragged out the corpse of a devil and threw it out of the iron gate. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The corpse of the "Peng" devil splashed a puff of dust, and blood splashed on the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army in front of him.

"Ah, don't move, hey, head of the regiment, come and see, the devil's corpse is warm, and he has just been killed......" Xiao Li exclaimed, his right hand pinched the neck of the devil's corpse, and called out in surprise.

"Whew!" Huang Hansheng was startled, and quickly stepped forward to inspect it, blood oozed from the bullet hole in his chest, and the corpse was in a slight spasm, he was shocked in his heart, the god of war really lived up to his name, just intercepted the train and slaughtered more than 2,000 Japanese soldiers, it was incredible.

"Correspondent, what are you doing, enter the carriage to investigate, in case there is fraud, quickly!"

The regimental commander is angry? The communication soldier touched his heart, didn't he say acting? Why toss people, just mean it: "Yes, you guys follow me!" ”

The spirit is not high, reluctant, lying in the daytime fingers may not be exposed, hundreds of people have rushed into each carriage to investigate, everyone is dumbfounded, this, how is this possible? Is it true that little devils are slaughtered in piles?

"The little devil must be drunk...... one soldier muttered in surprise.

"What? Drunk, you Eighth Route Army send wine to the little devils? How much do thousands of little devils have to drink? Can you afford a bunch of poor sours? Qin Han accused loudly, his words were full of contempt, and he looked down on Tubalu.

In the face of this bloody scene, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were speechless, and they were originally acting again, and they silently exited the corpse carriage one by one.

"Report to the head of the regiment, it's full of devil corpses, piles of corpses, just dead, they can't really be the advance team, right?" Xiao Li reported the situation in surprise, and his face was also in shock.

"Comrades, put down the gun, misunderstand, don't go off, notify the militia to transport supplies......" Huang Hansheng collected the fast and slow machine, pressed down with both hands to signal the troops to collect the gun, and unceremoniously issued an order to grab the supplies.

"What? Who dares to move? The whole train is a trophy of the advance team, coaxing, who would dare? Looking for death, right? Monk Wei raised his eyebrows angrily, holding light machine guns in both hands and despised the nearby soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, and the muzzle of the black hole was filled with smoke.

"Presumptuous, are you the Eighth Route Army or bandits? Dare to plunder the materials of the god of war, who has bear bile for Lao Tzu to stand up? "Qin Han put up a German weapon and automatic fire on alert, and everyone in the advance team followed suit, and in turn threatened the Eighth Route Army.

The conflict escalated, the two sides glared angrily, and the battle was on the verge of breaking out.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army wanted to coerce and slowly approached, Huang Hansheng stretched out his hands to stop it, looked up at the vague figure on the roof of the car and said: "It's all for the War of Resistance to kill devils, during the period of cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, not to mention that you can't summon the supplies of the entire train......"

"Roll the calf, you can't rob the soft knife to sharpen, what did you do earlier? No, I think you're bandits? Monk Wei was furious, and pushed the bullet into loading with a click, ready to come hard.

"How do you speak? The regiment commander ordered the transportation of materials for fear of delaying time, what are you murdering, you have the ability to see the real chapter under your hands! Xiao Li was not happy, took off Hanyang, rolled up his sleeves and invited to fight.

"Yo he, you kid owes you to clean up, the monk let you have a long experience today, you can't do it alone, three more!" Monk Wei threw down the light machine gun, splashed a puff of sand and dust on the ground, and slowly walked into the entrance.

It was a light machine gun, in his hand it was really a burning stick, a ruined thing, where could such a good machine gun withstand such a bad abuse? Could it be that the advance team treats weapons like this, treating the second life as a child's play?

If it was said that it was acting before, but now it is really hot, and everyone in the Eighth Route Army looks at him angrily, eager to beat him flat and teach the loser a lesson.

The three soldiers joined the battle circle and confronted Monk Wei separately in four directions, everyone was holding back a breath of anger, and he was not beaten, and he was not discussed.

"Drink" one fighter horse step punch, three fighters followed, fists and feet to each other, to the non-lethal parts of the force.

Hey, playing the real thing, Monk Wei was not surprised, his body suddenly squatted, his hands on the ground, and his right foot swept the wolf's leg and rotated around.

There was a sound of "crackling", and the four soldiers were thrown to the ground one by one and groaned, rolling around their legs, sweating like rain, it really hurt.

"Bastard, it's just a competition, you dare to kill them, comrades beat them up, see how many pounds and taels the advance team has, on!"

"Fight, fight the guys, what is the big deal about you, fight!"

"Comrades, go on, beat them ......"

……

"Yo, in a group fight, the brothers showed the prestige of the advance team, and they were abused without discussion."

"Okay, the hell dares to underestimate the advance team and beat them to death......"

"You lie down for me......"

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The scuffle broke out in an instant, punching and kicking each other, and the real greetings were on the body, and it was a mess.

At night, the strong wind blows, the sand and dust fly, the grass and vines fly, the nosebleeds, and the clothes are accompanied by vigorous dancing, so it is not lively.

Time waits for no one, Yang Guan will accept it when he sees it, and he stands on the roof of the car and roars: "Stop, let them carry it, the box is loaded with stones and left, and the corpse of the devil is transported away, in addition, you must dress up as a little devil to cover the evacuation of the advance team, and if you agree, you will carry it immediately." ”

"Comrades, stop, okay, just do what you say, as long as it is a fight against devils, the Eighth Route Army is not ambiguous, report and report, we will take this job!" Huang Hansheng said loudly, watching the comrades being beaten and feeling painful, the advance team was so powerful, and they knocked down a large piece of work in the blink of an eye.

"Very good, give the order to carry it, leave the middle carriage, and the rest of the carriages are as you like, the time limit is ten minutes, hurry up." Yang Guan made a final sentence and waved him into the carriage to study the plan.

The Lord will speak, no one objected, the carrying operation was carried out quickly, countless figures were busy, sparing no effort, everyone was surprised, and it was hot.

"Haha, bullets, a lot of bullets, this time I will definitely avenge the four dogs on the battlefield and shoot dozens of devil soldiers!"

"What are you stupid about, my box is a grenade, and there are small steel cannons and heavy machine guns in the back, and a box of bullets will fool you?"

"It's not productive, hurry up, be careful, it's canned meat, don't mess with it, bagged it quickly, and replace it with a stone after it's over."

"Battalion commander, comrades are not afraid of hardship, but I haven't seen meat for three months, don't you think?"

"Eat, you know how to eat, didn't you catch a pheasant stew yesterday and drink it?"

"Battalion commander, look at what you said, that soup can shine a shadow of a person......"

"Go, go, you are not ashamed, improve the food after you go back, everyone work hard, time is limited, fast!"

"Battalion commander, look, radio, I found ten radios, but there are no boxes, can we take them?"

"What? Hey, put it aside, I'll go and ask the head of the regiment, the radio must stay, clairvoyant, it's okay now......"

The moonlit night was cold, but there was a fiery wave of air next to the train, and countless people were running around, all fighting, grabbing supplies and killing devils.