It feels so good to be alive.

This is the idea that suddenly popped up when Ono Seon landed.

He didn't understand why at that moment, he chose to parachutize. He didn't even crash into Yang Yue with the fighter plane.

Shouldn’t the Imperial Warriors be determined to die?

Why?

Why didn’t I want to die suddenly?

Where did your own Bushido spirit go?

I got up with difficulty and found that I was not injured much. It was generally intact.

Want to get out of the gun.

He has a Browning pistol for self-defense.

This was purchased by him at his own expense. He was the Grandpa. He could buy his own guns on his own.

It's different from many people. He doesn't want the junk like the Southern Fourteenth Style. He would rather choose the American Browning pistol. The latter has better performance and is cheaper!

However, the gun was not caught.

It probably was thrown away when it landed.

This is common. It is often the case during training.

The problem is, this is not training!

This is the battlefield!

Without pistol protection, he just has no power to catch a chicken!

Looking everywhere.

No results were found.

He was soon surrounded by the Tujiao Route Army.

A dark-faced Eighth Route Army soldier pointed a gun at him and signaled him to stand up.

His name is Ding San.

From the Eighth Route Army Headquarters Special Services Corps.

I was going to find Yang Yue, but I didn't expect that a Japanese pilot was captured alive.

So he picked him up and sent him to Yang Yue.

Well, Yang Yue can't lie down.

Ding San is here, Su Wenqian is here, Yin Dongjia is here, Geng Mei, Shen Ming and the others are here, too.

I feel embarrassed to lie down again.

The most important thing is that Wang Laohu also rushed over.

I hurriedly stood up, tidy up my face, and then stood attentively.

"I used to think that Li Yunlong's life is great. Your life is even greater than him." Wang Laohu expressed his conscience.

It is indeed very awesome to be chased by the Japanese fighter jets but not injured.

If it were someone else, I guess I had already gone to see Marx.

"Thank you, the leader for your praise." Yang Yue calmed down.

What are you happy about?

You don't know what's going on!

If the Japanese plane came back like this next time, they might not have such good luck.

Suddenly, Wang Laohu was found injured.

A long hole on the shoulder.

It was probably scratched by shrapnel and bleeding a lot. But Wang Laohu himself didn't care.

Yes, it seems that an old revolutionary like him has never suffered any kind of injuries. As long as it is not fatal, it will be considered okay in the end. If it is fatal... then you will become a martyr.

"Do we have many casualties?" Yang Yue asked cautiously.

"Five sacrifices were sacrificed and twenty injured." Yin Dongjia replied slowly.

Yang Yue lowered his head and silently expressed his condolences.

The lethality of Japanese aircraft is still very high!

I had already tried all my strength and found a chance to attack the Japanese plane.

It would be great if the Eighth Route Army really had fighter jets.

pity……

Wang Laohu waved his hand vigorously, "We must avenge this revenge!"

The soldiers around them all waved their fists in anger, "Take revenge! Take revenge!"

"Report to the chief, capture a Japanese pilot alive."

“Bring it here.”

"yes!"

Ding San waved.

The two soldiers came over with Ono-Seni.

Ono Cenzo held his head stubbornly, trying to show his indomitableness. Unfortunately, no one cared about him.

Everyone around him looked at him like a monster.

Japanese devil pilot.

Flying the plane.

It feels so awesome.

But we captured it alive.

The Japanese devils' planes were also shot down by us.

After so many planes came from the Japanese, we only suffered more than 20 casualties. It can be said that it was a very big victory.

At this moment, the Japanese must have vomited blood, right?

"Yang Yue..." Ono Censheng called out in stiff Chinese.

"Do you know me?" Yang Yue was a little surprised.

"Baga!" Ono Censheng wanted to pounce on him and strangle Yang Yue to death.

It is the culprit.

The losses of the Imperial Army were all related to him.

As long as it is the place where Yang Yue appeared, the Imperial Army will not have a good thing.

The Imperial Army planes shot down by this bastard have exceeded one hundred. This has caused the Imperial Army to be very injured.

Kill Yang Yue, everything can be solved.

It’s a pity that the two soldiers around him were pressing him firmly!

He was not as strong as the Japanese front-line infantry, nor did he have that much strength. He couldn't struggle.

Yang Yue took out a pair of fine steel handcuffs and handcuffed him up in a few seconds.

Okay, now you can speak calmly.

"Huo Jingtong!" Yang Yue shouted.

"Here, come." Huo Jingtong came over carefully.

“Can you speak Japanese?”

"Can you get a little bit."

"Okay, you can do a translation."

"yes."

Huo Jingtong agreed.

Then he took out the camera and took a photo of Ono Seon Soto.

Ono Censuo suddenly felt something was wrong. He subconsciously raised his hands to cover his face. He failed.

Take a photo for you! What's the face? Ding San pressed down his hands.

"See so many wreckages." Yang Yue suddenly tricked out two seagull cameras, "Who else can?"
To be continued...