Jiang Haoran took off the Japanese army's mesh camouflage suit and put a set of shoulder armor on his head, not bad! The chest, front and back are all blocked, and there is a layer of cotton liner inside, which is wrapped in the corners and corners, so as not to injure the skin, although the weight is not light, the upper body immediately becomes stiff, at least the fragments of the explosion must not hurt him in the slightest, because the bucket of the motorcycle has been unloaded according to Jiang Haoran's intentions, and there is no support, Jiang Haoran got on the motorcycle and held the handle, so that Wang Dingyuan got out of the car, and asked him if he could go back?

Wang Dingyuan told Jiang Haoran that there were still brothers guarding the periphery, and he could still retreat. Jiang Haoran also knew that as long as he was still in the enemy's field of vision, the devil would not pay attention to him, and he should be able to retreat safely while taking advantage of the chaotic scene, so he ordered him to leave quickly.

Wang Dingyuan still chattered to Jiang Haoran that this motorcycle is an imitation of the American "Harley", equipped with air-cooled, four-stroke, V-twin, SV2 valve engine, 28 horsepower, strong power, after unloading the side bucket, more like a wild horse off the leash, not easy to control, absolutely pay attention to driving.

"Get out!" Jiang Haoran shouted at him, and Wang Dingyuan hurriedly put the AK47 around his neck on the fuel tank of the motorcycle, shook his hand and ran out of the smoke.

Jiang Haoran found out that AK47 actually stood on the fuel tank and did not fall, and looked closely, it turned out that a steel sleeve was added to the fuel tank, and a gun carriage was welded on the steel sleeve, and the gun could only be taken out after the card shoots were opened, and in the front, there was also an iron box, in which twenty magazines were neatly placed, each of which was fixed separately, and even if one of the others was taken out, it would not fall, so as to ensure that after Jiang Haoran withdrew the magazine, he put the gun directly on the magazine, and he could complete the return and replacement of the magazine and shooting with one hand.

Jiang Haoran couldn't help but laugh dumbly, these were not designed by himself, it can be seen that there are really a lot of talented people in Lin Long's team, not to mention such a short time, the craftsmanship is exquisite, and all aspects have been considered for himself. But the devil obviously didn't leave much time for him to reverie, Jiang Haoran had already heard the sound of motors of cars and motorcycles behind him, and even the sparse sound of gunshots. took out the walkie-talkie, turned on the call button, and ordered Liang Xiaotian to detonate all the way from cdyfj, and he was ready to go on the road.

Wearing a boxy helmet, Jiang Haoran imagined that he was absolutely like the "iron egg" in "Dragon Babu", but there were two holes in people's eyes, but his was a piece of glass.

"Boom, boom!"

The lively explosion sounded again, Jiang Haoran put on the gear and loosened the throttle, the strong power roared, the front wheel of the motorcycle was slightly warped, and then rushed forward with a roar.

Obviously, there is no longer a smoke bomb in the bomb in front, and the vision is much clearer, rushing out of the smoke screen, only to see the fire dragons on both sides of the road roaring out from the ground, extending all the way, and the places that have been blown up have been covered with corpses, and stumps and broken arms can be seen everywhere. Blood, flesh and bones, cars and motorcycles that caught fire on their sides, weapons and equipment scattered all over the place, just like a scene of purgatory on earth, what is even more terrifying is the devil in the explosion, lifted by the gas, torn apart by shrapnel, burned by the flames, all kinds of misery, all kinds of screams, all kinds of escapes, all kinds of panic, all can be found here.

There was an accident on Nanjing Avenue, and the Japanese troops on the Yangtze River Road quickly gathered to support, can this number be less?

All kinds of smoke clouds rose in the sky, with different shapes, which gave Jiang Haoran the illusion that it was 300,000 heroic spirits in the sky above Nanjing watching, laughing, dancing, and surging.

The motorcycle roared over the severed limbs of the devil, rushing left and right in the wreckage and unfinished embers, and a red mist of blood flew behind the wheels. Because of the proximity to the explosion area, sand, shrapnel, and all kinds of debris knocked Jiang Haoran's body and motorcycle clanging, and even a little spark appeared, but Jiang Haoran only had one belief - rush forward!

The Japanese army's motorcycles and cars also quickly rushed out of the smoke screen, Jiang Haoran rode and rode one by one, and the exhaust was soon exposed in front of them, and the Japanese soldiers did not care whether there were still dead soldiers on the ground, wailing and crying all over the ground, gritting their teeth and driving the car to run over, and machine guns were set up in the side bucket of the motorcycle and on the top of the car, and they fired frantically forward.

Yoshio Watanabe sat in a truck at the front, the front windshield was gone, and a crutch came out of the cab. But there are too many obstacles, too far away, and Jiang Haoran's superb driving skills, the motorcycle shuttles through the wreckage of the car like a snake, and pieces of bullets are spilled out, which basically has no effect.

After sweeping a shuttle of bullets, Yoshio Watanabe threw the machine gun in his hand, roared and urged the driver to catch up quickly, and even raised the command knife in his hand viciously. The driver of the car was a Japanese soldier Cao, who had good driving skills, but he was sweating profusely and hurriedly stepping on the accelerator to set the gear to play the direction. There were too many wounded Japanese soldiers in front, so that he couldn't bear to run over his compatriots directly, and always wanted to avoid a few counted, so that the car was slow, not to mention, but also drove staggeringly and dangerously, so that the cars behind couldn't help but honk their horns to express their dissatisfaction.

Seeing that Jiang Haoran was left in Watanabe Yoshio's sight, there was only a slip of black smoke left, Watanabe Yoshio was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and he had to cut his stomach when he let go of people, this is obviously not a pleasant thing, Jun Cao drove the car slowly, undoubtedly challenged his patience limit, the wounded soldier was crushed to death and he was cut down is obviously not a thing, after the threat did not have a good effect, Watanabe Yoshio lifted the short leg is a kick, and directly kicked Jun Cao to hit the door and fly out.

Yoshio Watanabe took the direction, quickly sat in the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator to the end, the transport truck roared forward, the open door hit the wreckage of a car, and flew out with a "clang", sparks sparked on the ground, and the wounded Japanese soldiers who could still move on the road and found the menacing car in time could no longer care about rolling and howling, and they could run and climb and climb, both of which were lost, then I'm sorry, as soon as the convoy passed, it turned directly into meat paste.

Although the motorcycle was nimble and light, it was obviously not as effective as a car rampage regardless of the fact that it was more effective than a car rampage, and soon Jiang Haoran entered the range of the Japanese machine gun, and the dense rain of bullets hit the motorcycle and Jiang Haoran's back and helmet, and the sparks splashed everywhere. Fortunately, although the Japanese army's crooked machine gun has a good shooting distance and shooting accuracy, the 6.5 mm rifle bullet is really a pitfall, and the power is too weak, and it can't penetrate the three-millimeter-thick steel plate on Jiang Haoran's body at all, plus the Japanese army is also persistent, all the bullets are swept to Jiang Haoran's back and head, before reaching the deadly distance, this kind of shooting only brings a terrifying brilliance, the question is, can Jiang Haoran ensure that the Japanese army will not shorten this distance?