real.

It was the most dangerous time just now.

Now, the Japanese cavalry have been knocked out by one-third, and he has reliable protection.

In this situation, the Japanese cavalry could not do anything to them at all.

On the contrary, he can shoot and kill the opponent at a distance.

"Yang Yue, you are really..." Sun Desheng was speechless.

"If you want to thank me, kill a few more Japanese." Yang Yue said calmly.

Sun Desheng gritted his teeth hard and wanted to sit up.

Unfortunately, his injuries were too serious and he was completely unable to move.

"You're exhausted." Yang Yue said, "It's better to lie down and rest for two or three hours."

"I can't watch the Japanese besiege you." Sun Desheng said slowly, "Didn't you want me to kill a few more Japanese? I'll continue..."

"Can you still pick up the gun?"

"I……"

Sun Desheng was speechless.

Indeed, he has no strength now.

Not to mention holding a gun, it is difficult to even hold a knife. If it weren't for this, Yang Yue wouldn't have easily taken the bayonet away just now.

This damn Yang Yue!

Every word of the word is heartbreaking!

"Ding Dong!"

"Congratulations to you and Sun Desheng for becoming friends of life and death."

"From now on, Sun Desheng will be your most reliable teammate on the battlefield. He is willing to sacrifice himself to protect your safety. Please be sure to pay attention."

Suddenly, the system's prompt sound came.

Yang Yue was calm.

Only Sun De won one?

impossible.

He has a lot of reliable teammates.

Most of the Eighth Route Army soldiers are willing to sacrifice themselves to protect others.

Li Yunlong meets.

Zhao Gang meets.

Zhang Dabiao will do it too.

The backbone of the new group of cities.

Sun Desheng is just one of them. It is not worth mentioning at all.

As a member of the Eighth Route Army, the most reassuring thing is that there are no pig teammates. Don’t worry about your companions abandoning yourself. Don’t worry about your friendly forces being unmoved.

As long as you are in trouble, others are willing to sacrifice themselves, even if you sacrifice yourself.

This is the new ball.

This is the case with the independent group.

This is true for any other unit.

This is the Eighth Route Army. There is no gorgeous language or loud slogan. There is only action.

Sun Desheng closed his eyes and rested.

He entrusted everything to Yang Yue.

Yang Yuesheng, he was born.

Yang Yue dies, he dies.

"Baga!"

“Closing the encirclement!”

Yang Yue heard Naoki Miyamoto's call.

In fact, he couldn't understand Japanese at all. But he could basically guess what the other party meant.

Because, as Miyamoto Naoki's roar, the Japanese cavalry on the periphery began to gradually shorten the distance between them and Yang Yue, from the original four or five hundred meters to two or three hundred meters.

"So, in the end, I took everything alone..."

Yang Yue silently laughed at himself in his heart.

The purpose of the Japanese tightening the encirclement was of course to kill the two of them.

Take out the Garland rifle.

Take a deep breath.

bring it on!

Let's hurt each other!

Bang!

A shot passed.

A Japanese cavalryman's body shook significantly.

Bang!

Another shot.

Another Japanese cavalryman lost control.

"Baga!"

"shooting!"

Naoki Miyamoto was anxious and angry.

It’s time for this, and the Eighth Route Army still has combat power?

Are you getting a mistake?

Are they not humans?

Such a violent impact did not hurt them?

Skip!

Skip!

The Japanese riders were shooting rifles.

Puff!

Puff!

Bullets hit the war horses one after another.

The war horses that had not died had already been shot hard, and after suffering violent shooting, they neighed in pain.

One by one, the bullet holes were constantly flowing blood outward. The scene was originally a pool of blood. Now there are more.

Yang Yue found that he was not sneaking, but wandering in a pool of blood.

Change the position and continue shooting.

Bang!

Hit one.

Bang!

Another hit.

Change position.

Keep shooting.

One shot at one.

One shot at one.

He fired intermittently and hit more than a dozen Japanese in a row.

The distance between the two sides was so close that he was completely shot! A veritable bullet eliminated an enemy. The Japanese cavalry finally couldn't stand it.

"Baga!"
To be continued...