Meng was annoyed, and felt that the blood all over his body froze.

This is the first time in his life that he has been up close to the little devil.

The Battle of Nanyuan, the Battle of Lanfeng, and the Battle of Xuzhou brought many unbearable memories to the face in an instant.

The Japanese second lieutenant in front of him, who was of ordinary height and ordinary appearance, instantly turned blue-faced and fanged.

If it weren't for the stiffness and immobility of fear, if his legs were still obeying, he would have felt that he would have spread his legs and run away.

Wang Yan acted like no one.

"Hello." Wang Yan raised his gun and saluted, "I'm Suzuki Shigekuan of the Yamada Army. ”

"Suzuki Juncao." The Japanese second lieutenant nodded, then pointed to the warehouse behind Wang Yan and asked, "What's in the warehouse?" ”

"Some munitions." Wang Yan replied at a moment's notice, "Vickers heavy machine guns, Bren light machine guns, Rienfeld rifles, and some Burmese fabrics. ”

"Yagayalu." The Japanese second lieutenant said angrily, "Your Yamada Wing is really lucky, our Takeuchi Wing has not gained any benefits, damn it." ”

Wang Yan did not answer.

There is no need to answer this.

The Japanese lieutenant grumbled and rode away.

Soon, the Japanese second lieutenant disappeared into the jungle along with a small squad of Japanese soldiers.

It wasn't until the figure of the last Japanese soldier disappeared that Meng breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, when Meng was annoyed, he felt a cold swish on his back, and at this moment, his entire back was soaked in cold sweat.

Meng was annoyed and couldn't imagine that if the Japanese second lieutenant stayed for a while just now, would he have a mental breakdown directly? Make some crazy moves?

Wang Yan turned his head sideways and asked, "You look very nervous." ”

"Your uncle." Meng was annoyed and said angrily, "Do you know that we almost burped just now?" Can we stop playing this in the future? It's going to die! It's going to die! ”

Wang Yan said: "You are actually not afraid of death, why do you have to pretend to be very afraid of death?" ”

"You're wrong, the little master is afraid of death." Meng was annoyed and said hysterically, "The little master wants to live." ”

"No, you're not afraid of death." Wang Yan said, "You're just afraid of a meaningless death like a bedbug." ”

Meng was annoyed and silent, but one picture after another flashed in his mind, the battle of Nanyuan in Beiping, they listened to Song Zheyuan's flickering, gathered on the playground, and were slaughtered by the Japanese army unarmed.

In the Battle of Xuzhou, they were sent by stupid commanders to besiege Japanese tanks.

They were like a swarm of bed bugs, a swarm of cockroaches, slaughtered batch after batch.

So, as Ah Yi said, he was just afraid of a senseless death?

"Someone is coming again." Wang Yan's voice suddenly sounded, "It's a tank!" ”

Meng was annoyed and his face changed again, and when he turned his head sharply, he saw that a Type 95 light tank had already driven out of the fog with the sound of creaking tracks.

The Type 95 light tank was followed by several infantrymen.

The devil tank soldiers discovered Wang Yan and the two almost at the same time.

As a result, the turret of the tank was immediately turned around, and the main gun company and coaxial machine gun were aimed at Wang Yan and Meng Fu.

Meng's annoyed blood coagulated again, because the devil tank soldiers in front only need to move their fingers, and the two of them will be beaten into a sieve, no, they will be beaten to slag!

"Adjust your breathing, don't be afraid, just because you're a devil."

Wang Yan's voice sounded at the right time, and Meng Yan's expression eased slightly.

"They're coming." Wang Yan said in a low voice, "Look at my eyes later, and get ready to do it." ”

"Are you crazy?" Meng was annoyed that the heart he had just put down hung again, and he whispered, "Isn't it good to fool around like just now?" Do you have to take this risk? It's going to die! ”

"This tank is important." Wang Yan said, "You have to take it." ”

"You can't get away with it." Meng was annoyed and said, "Besides, no one will open it." ”

"Kang Ya will open." Wang Yandao.

"He only drives." Meng said in annoyance.

"If you can drive, you can drive a tank." Wang Yandao.

Meng was annoyed and wanted to persuade again, but he had no chance.

Because the devil tank is already approaching within ten meters.

At such a close distance, the tank crew inside the tank couldn't hear the two of them, but it was entirely possible for the devil infantry following the tank to hear clearly.

The tank stopped, and the turret roof was lifted.

A devil tank soldier in a fur hat leaned out of the turret and asked loudly, "Oh hey, this is a British warehouse?" ”

"Hello." Wang Yan raised his gun as usual and saluted, "I am Suzuki Shigekuan of the Yamada Army, which is the British warehouse occupied by our Yamada Army. ”

"Yes." The tankman asked again, "Is there diesel fuel in the warehouse?" ”

"Hello." Wang Yan stretched out his hand and pointed to the oil drum on the open ground, "There should be one over there." ”

"Yo Si." The tankman nodded happily and said to the four infantrymen following the tank, "Oh hey, you guys go find a bucket of diesel." ”

"Hello." The four infantrymen immediately headed straight for the pile of oil drums.

The tankman also emerged from the turret and sat on the track cover.

The tankman took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, turned around and knocked on it, and the cover of the lookout hole opened, revealing the other two tankmen inside.

Wang Yan immediately gave Meng an annoying look.

Meng was so annoyed that he was so anxious that he gestured with his eyes again and again, asking Wang Yan not to move.

However, it was a pity that Wang Yan did not look back at him at all.

In the next second, Wang Yan jumped out of the ring barricade one by one, and when his body fell, he had already come to the side of the Type 95 tank.

The tankmen, who were lighting cigarettes, looked back in amazement.

Wang Yan stretched out his right hand like lightning, grabbed the head of the tank soldier, and then violently exerted force.

With a pop, the head of the devil tanker hit the body of the Type 95 light tank, and then shattered like a watermelon, and his brain splattered.

I can't do it without doing it now.

"Your uncle!" Meng cursed in annoyance, and raised his hand to shoot.

Meng is tired of marksmanship, but it is still okay, and within ten meters, there is no missing bullet.

The bullet accurately passed through the heading lookout hole and hit a tankman.

But when Meng was tired of pulling the bolt and retracting the shell, and then pushed the bullet into the chamber, ready to fire the second shot, the last remaining tank crew had already closed the course lookout hole.

"Your uncle!"

Suddenly, Meng was annoyed, and the hairs on his body stood upside down.

Not surprisingly, he was about to follow in the footsteps of the horse and donkey, and was beaten into a sieve by a coaxial machine gun.

However, the machine gun of the Type 95 light tank did not sound after all, because after Wang Yan killed the tank crew outside the vehicle, he climbed onto the tank again, and then fired a shot through the top of the turret.

The last tankman was shot before he could shoot.

But at this time, the devil infantry who went to look for oil was also alarmed.

Meng was annoyed by the subconscious short body, but it turned out to be slow.

Just heard the sound of the bang, and the steel helmet above his head disappeared.