At this time, there were less than ten people around the old ghost, and a few of them had been beaten to the point where they could not fight. The old ghost immediately ordered the few Japanese soldiers who did not have the strength to run to stop the pursuit of Li Yunlong. They must hold on.
"Hurry, let's go!"
Jiro Nakamura's bow-legged footsteps were fast, and there were only five Japanese soldiers left. Two squadrons of more than 300 Japanese soldiers surrounded the retreat of the Chinese army, but there were less than five Japanese soldiers left to follow him back. It was tragic.
"Commander, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army are catching up. What should we do?”
One of the Japanese soldiers pointed to a place less than ten meters behind him with a terrified expression. He could vaguely see Li Yunlong's troops chasing after him.
"Baka Yalu, damn it, let's go!”
The old devil shouted and ran away without looking back.
The five soldiers looked at each other and then followed. None of them blocked the pursuing 8th Route Army soldiers.
"Damn it, they ran quite fast. This bunch of bow-legged Japanese!”
Li Yunlong, who was holding a machine gun, fired at Jiro Nakamura's escape route.
"Da da da, da, da!”
The bullets from the machine gun flew out from the mouth of Li Yunlong's machine gun and shot at the back of the Japanese. As they were less than ten meters away from the Japanese, the violent bullets from the machine gun instantly swept away the last five Japanese, leaving only the old Japanese Nakamura Jiro.
"Baka Yalu, damn it, I will definitely kill you and wash Little Li Village with blood!”
Jiro Nakamura, who was almost hit in the back by Li Yunlong's bullet, was so frightened that he almost lost his soul. He turned around and saw that the fierce Chinese soldier was still shooting in his direction with a machine gun. He could not help but curse Li Yunlong!
Of course, Li Yunlong didn't know about the old Japanese's Furious Man Curse. Now, Li Yunlong was very happy. F * ck, he finally caught a Japanese commander and beat him up until he couldn't recognize him!
Haha!
Suddenly, a bullet happily shot through Li Yunlong's machine gun and accidentally hit the skin and bones of the old Japanese man, Jiro Nakamura. It was not spicy, and the old Japanese man almost fell to the ground in pain.
"Gossip, gossip! I want to kill you, you Eighth Route Army! Bagaya Lu!"
Jiro Nakamura cursed, but he covered the chrysanthemum with one hand. His bow-legged legs did not stop at all. Instead, he covered the fresh blood of the chrysanthemum and continued to run through the small path.
"D * mn, hahaha, I actually hit this Japanese guy's trap? Haha!"
Li Yunlong chased all the way and saw that the last Japanese seemed to have been hit by his machine gun bullets. He was instantly amused.
That was because the last Japanese seemed to be holding onto the victory and not letting go! Damn, my marksmanship is so awesome?
Li Yunlong really doubted his life!
"F * ck, even if we hit the target, this devil actually didn't stop. F * ck, he must be a high-ranking official. Brothers, chase after him!”
Li Yunlong waved his hand and continued to lead his hundreds of brothers to continue the pursuit. The old devil kept running away while covering the flowers. It was really miserable!
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