Buzz.
The tank stopped, and Jiang Chen came out of a hole on the side. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and he was holding a six-barreled Vulcan Cannon in both hands. He had dropped two boxes of bullets during this period of time. It was enough to satisfy his craving. After all, the bullets wouldn't give birth if they were left there.
Sob, sob, sob.
The sound of the motor turning could be heard. Then, in the horrified eyes of Yamamoto Ichiki and the others, a tongue of fire spewed out, and countless bullets poured out like water.
Puff! Puff!
Bullet holes appeared on the ground, and the soil was sent flying. The Japanese soldiers lying on the ground were torn apart before they could scream. Their entire upper bodies were blown apart, and fist-sized pieces of flesh fell to the ground.
This?
Yamamoto Ichiki was completely dumbfounded. His mouth was wide open, as if a fist could fit in it. Baka, what kind of spear was this? How could it have such terrifying power? Heavy machine guns? No, even the Type 92 heavy machine gun of the Japanese couldn't do this.
Da da da da.
The roar of the Vulcan cannon completely broke the silence of the night. Jiang Chen kept firing while walking forward. None of the Japanese soldiers dared to show themselves. They just hid there, trembling all over.
Mother, what is this place? Why is there such a terrifying weapon?
Seeing his comrades being killed, a soldier cried. Yes, he cried. This was too much. Tanks, heavy machine guns, and these ridiculously powerful weapons were too terrifying. What kind of enemies did they provoke?
Puff! Puff!
A layer of the ground was cut off by the bullets. The soldier who had been beaten to tears could only watch helplessly. Then, the bullets from the six-barreled Vulcan Cannon tore through the air. In a moment, his head exploded like a ripe watermelon. The new non-reflective steel helmet could not withstand it at all.
Kaka.
Jiang Chen threw the heavy machine gun away when he ran out of bullets. He took out the cigarette butt in his mouth and flicked the ashes. There were golden bullet shells left behind him.
It was over!
It was finally over!
Although it had only been less than a minute, Yamamoto Ichiki felt as if a year had passed. It was too difficult. Just now, he felt as if he was on a stormy sea, as if he would be swallowed up at any moment.
Swoosh.
He looked around at the bloody corpses and the broken limbs on the ground. He gritted his teeth in pain. The elites he had trained so hard had died just like that. He hated it.
"Ah."
He shouted and pushed himself with his hand. He turned over and grabbed the gun. He wanted to fight Jiang Chen, but when he saw the tank's black barrel aiming at him, he stood there in a daze. He felt wronged.
"Baka Yalu, you damn Chinese people, this is not fair.”
Unfair?
Bah.
Jiang Chen spat out the cigarette butt. He took a few steps forward and slapped her.
Pa.
Five red finger marks appeared on his right cheek. Yamamoto Ichiki's head swayed, and a trace of blood immediately appeared at the corner of his mouth. His face quickly swelled up.
"Damn, it's unfair? When you drove the tank to kill people, did we say that it was unfair?”
Bang!
Then Jiang Chen kicked him again." And you're bombing us with a plane. Have we ever said that it's unfair? Did we say that it was unfair when you killed unarmed civilians? F * ck, now you want to talk about fairness with me? Why the f * ck are you Japanese so cheap? I'm ashamed of you.”
Crack.
Yamamoto Ichiki clenched his teeth. His face was twisted because he felt so aggrieved. He pulled out his samurai sword with a swoosh, got up, and pounced on Jiang Chen.
"Baka, I'm going to kill you."
Bang!
The Desert Eagle's furious roar rang out. Following that, Yamamoto Ichiki's right knee was punched with a terrifying bloody hole. His entire body instantly pounced forward, and with a thud, he fell flat on his face. The pain made his body curl up into a ball.
"Damn that pig, he doesn't even dare to fight hand-to-hand?”
Bang!
Jiang Chen kicked Yamamoto's wooden face again, leaving a bloody shoe print." Alright, you want to fight me hand-to-hand, right? I'll give you a chance. Get up. Whoever doesn't dare to do so is a coward."”
"You…"
Puff.
Yamamoto Ichiki couldn't take it anymore. He opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood. His right leg was crippled, and he still wanted to fight with his bare hands? Could this guy be any more shameless?
Shameless?
Jiang Chen had never thought that any method could be considered shameless when dealing with foreign devils. The best thing was to make them vomit blood and hold it in. Otherwise, it would be too easy for them.
"Tie him up."
Tie Zhu, who had jumped off the tank, walked over and tied Yamamoto Ichiki up like a dumpling.
"Let's go and take a look at the back."
Behind?
Yamamoto Ichiki gritted his teeth, his expression pained. These guys were too shameless, and their weapons were too fierce. The people who went around the village to attack must have encountered trouble. He only hoped that someone could escape and report back.
Although this village was powerful, he believed that as long as the army came, these damned fellows would die. These traps and whatnot wouldn't be able to withstand the bombardment of artillery shells. Hmph.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
He was dragged forward like a dead dog by Tie Zhu. After a while, Yamamoto Ichiki's entire face was swollen, and his yellow military uniform was ground into strips of cloth.
After a few minutes, they passed through the village and arrived at the back of the village. The old village chief was leading the villagers here and they were chattering non-stop. It did not look like a fight at all.
Where is he?
What about his elite subordinates?
Yamamoto Ichiki, who looked like a beggar, widened his eyes and kept looking around. Soon, he saw it. However, his eyeballs were about to fall out, and his expression was as if he had seen a ghost.
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