In this way, the two sides faced off for about a minute.
At the end, Mr. Yan Nan couldn't wait any longer, "Baga, they must have a conspiracy!"
"Captain, why do they seem motionless?" the Japanese deputy asked.
Yan Nan was furious, "Conspiracy, conspiracy, it must be a conspiracy!"
"IELTS for you!"
"charge!"
摪!
The saber was drawn out and pointed directly at Sun Desheng and the others!
Goodbye, the Japanese rushed out, and nearly three thousand cavalry and horses marched across the plain and headed straight for the Eighth Route Army.
When they rushed out nearly thirty meters, many Japanese soldiers were wondering why this group of Eighth Route Army soldiers hadn't taken action yet...
Sharp-eyed Japs can see that many Eighth Route Army soldiers have evil smiles on their faces...
Hiss, I feel a biting cold wind, but I have no choice but to shoot!
"IELTS for you!"
Rushed to about fifty meters...
Sun Desheng's lips could no longer hold back, "Hahaha, brothers, hit me!"
At one time, 1,500 Thomsons appeared at the same time!
Pull the trigger and the sky is filled with bullets!
Thomson's terrifying rate of fire is mind-numbing!
dadadadadadadadada…
One after another, the Japanese cavalry fell instantly under the Thomson submachine gun, and they fell on their backs. To them, it was like turning into Shura hell.
"idiot!"
"They're using guns, get out!"
"Quickly retreat!"
Countless Japanese howled and fell in a pool of blood.
Sun Desheng was almost going crazy while holding a Thomson, and he loaded one magazine after another.
"Damn, this submachine gun is so easy to use. I've made a lot of detours in the past!"
One bullet casing, one word, cool!
Seeing that the Japanese cavalry wanted to run away, Sun Desheng directly led the cavalry in pursuit.
The last circle of Japanese cavalry was surrounded in the center.
"Hey, shoot!"
...
After another sudden attack, the Japanese cavalry fell down one after another, leaving only the captain Yan Nan who was protected in the center.
Yan Nan was staring at everything in front of him and his teeth were itching with anger, these bastards!
I have never seen a cavalryman carrying a submachine gun!
Now Yan Nan was surrounded in the center like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, while Sun Desheng stared at the surrounding people nervously while holding a knife.
"Hehe, commander, if this little devil wants me to kill him with a single blow," the cavalry company commander beside Sun Desheng said.
Sun Desheng shook his head, "No."
The next moment, Sun Desheng rode towards Yan Nan.
The two sides looked at each other, with a distance of less than twenty meters.
"Hey, little devil!"
"Don't say grandpa doesn't give you a chance!"
"Let's have a fair one-on-one fight. As long as you win, I'll let you go!"
"How!" Sun Desheng shouted loudly.
Yan Nan stared at Sun Desheng with squinted eyes.
"Your Excellency, seriously challenge me to a one-on-one duel!"
Sun Desheng wiped the saber in his hand, "Don't worry, your little life will be absolutely fair!"
"As long as you chop me off my horse, I will definitely make a way for you!"
After saying this, Yan Nan seemed to see some hope.
"吆西!"
"I hope you can fulfill your agreement!"
"My sword is not bad at all!"
...
Goodbye, a clearing, two people confronting each other.
Yan Nan drew out his long knife and pointed it directly at Sun Desheng!
Yan Nan, who comes from a martial arts family, has martial arts skills and superb swordsmanship. However, at the age of thirty, he is able to defeat three armies with his swordsmanship!
"吆西!"
"IELTS for you!"
After shouting, Yan Nan launched a charge.
I saw Sun Desheng wiping the long knife, and then in an instant he took out the Thompson again from his waist!
dadadada...
Several bullets hit Yan Nan in the chest, causing him to fall over!
Yan Nan fell to the ground without closing his eyes until he died...
Before he died, he used his last strength to spit out four words, "If you don't follow martial ethics..."
Sun Desheng raised his gun and blew smoke, "Brothers, retreat!"
...
Black Cloud Village.
More than forty sacks were dumped in the hall.
The workers inside the sacks struggled wildly.
Lin Zhong tiredly took a sip of tea with a smile on his face, "Monk, go and loosen the sack."
The monk bared his teeth and smiled, "Yes!"
One by one, the sacks were released, and one head after another poked their heads out.
The workers looked around and hissed... gasped.
Tiger leather chairs, skulls, and this building...
broken! Entering the bandits' den!
When Lin Zhong saw the workers coming out, he immediately went up to greet them with a smile!
"Haha, master, I have made you suffer!"
"Quick, monk, pour tea for the old masters!"
The workers were confused, completely confused.
Looking at the clothes Lin Zhong was wearing in front of him, it was obvious that he was from the Eighth Route Army!
Looking at the surrounding environment, it is obvious that this is a bandit's den!
Eighth Route Army appeared in the bandits' den...
CUp is a bit smoky...
Suddenly, a seemingly clever foreman reacted!
"Workers, the Eighth Route Army must have wiped out the bandits who just kidnapped us! We are rescued!" Foreman Lao Cheng shouted excitedly, and as he spoke, he went up and grabbed Lin Zhong's hand.
As soon as foreman Lao Cheng said these words, everyone suddenly realized, yes, that must be the case!
The workers cheered. Just a moment ago, they thought they were going to be slaughtered after being captured by the group of black bandits.
Lao Cheng went up and took Lin Zhong's hand, his eyes moist with excitement, "Comrade! Thank you!"
"You don't know, we were captured by a group of bandits just now while we were doing our job. Fortunately for you!"
"If you hadn't eliminated the bandits, we don't know what would have happened!"
The foreman, Old Cheng, burst into tears and almost knelt down in front of Lin Zhong.
Lin Zhong swallowed and froze on the spot...
Is...is that so?
right! That must be it!
The monk was also stunned, and then faced Lin Zhong, "Sir, it was not you who went there just now..."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Zhong immediately interrupted him, "Shut up!"
Then facing the workers, Lin Zhong smiled and said: "It's okay, comrades!"
"We have eliminated the bandits who robbed you just now. Now everyone is safe."
"Go, monk, arrange some meals for your comrades immediately."
Many workers were moved to tears, and several of them came up excitedly and held Lin Zhong's hand tightly with tears streaming down their faces.
"Chief, I'm lucky to have you. That wave of bastard bandits just now are really nothing. Just grab them when they come up."
"We thought, we thought we would have to be sold into the valley or..."
"Yes, Chief, there is a little fat guy among those bandits in black clothes. He doesn't look like a good person. Thanks to you, we almost, almost..."
The more I talked about it, the more the workers cried...
Lin Zhong was numb. Did he stimulate them so much just now?
But there is no way. If we try to reason with them and take them away, it will definitely waste a lot of time. When the Japanese come, it will be even more troublesome, so it is better to just put them in sacks.
Lin Zhong smiled and said, "Don't worry, comrades, you are safe. The bandits... have been eliminated!"
After a few minutes, the monk came in with several soldiers, each carrying several plates of dishes and a basket of steamed buns.
"Comrades, please eat some food if you are hungry along the way." The monk said with a big smile.
Foreman Lao Cheng was stunned. The food was still hot. Logically speaking, the Eighth Route Army had just gone up the mountain to eliminate the bandits. Is this process so familiar that they could find the kitchen and have hot food so quickly?
