After Qin Feiyang left, he quickly found a car, which belonged to the little devil, and there were two plaster flags of the little devil on it, of course he would not politely open the car door directly, and sat on it, although there was no key, but this was too easy for him, and he quickly started up and headed towards Shanghai. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

And at this time, the northern Shomori Ren is also facing his life.

Some are dead, and he is still alive, and some are alive, and he is dead. After all, people will have a death, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather.

Such words have not yet been officially sung, but the truth contained in them has long been understood by Xiang Shouren, and he is also very encouraged. Looking back on this life, although it can't be regarded as perfect, Xiang Shouren can still proudly say to himself that he has no regrets and that his life is valuable.

As a Chinese soldier, he has long put life and death out of the way, as long as the country can prosper, as long as the homeland can be preserved, as long as the people can be self-reliant, then what does it matter if he is sacrificed alone?

What's more, to put it mildly, he successfully helped a large number of civilians to be transferred, and he also successfully trained a batch of anti-Japanese seeds and preserved them as much as possible. Before and after, as many as two thousand devils were annihilated by him, and the devils who died directly under his gun were already in three digits, what else could he be dissatisfied with about this?

The only thing that I feel regretful is that he will not live to the day when the victory of the Anti-Japanese Resistance will come, he will no longer be able to fulfill his filial piety in front of his parents, and he will no longer see Liu Yiyi and others. In short, how can life be smooth sailing and complete?

Being able to have such an experience, Xiang Shouren can already say proudly: "In this life, he has lived!" In the next life, he will still be a soldier! Be a Chinese soldier! ”

After smoking the last cigarette, Amoru Ren stood up with a smile, the ten rifles had broken down half of them in the high-intensity operation, and even the goods of small Japan could not withstand his shot. And on the road to the top, the corpses of the little devils have almost covered the entire passage, and it is precisely because of this that the little devils have to stop the impact, and they should send people to clean up the road for fire suppression.

The bullets have run out, if it weren't for the air raid by the opponent's planes, there should be more ammunition reserves, so that more little devils can be taken care of, and more little devils can be sent to see their Amaterasu, of course, the premise is that they must first pass the level of bull head and horse noodles.

Not enough, when the manpower was poor, a person persevered until now, Xiang Shouren also felt that it was worth it, took out the last bullet, Xiang Shouren smiled and carefully wiped it with the corner of his clothes, and then filled it into his beloved shell gun.

This is the last bullet, to whom should it be left?

Xiang Shouren smiled slightly, stood up, and looked at the busy Japanese soldiers below, those Japanese devils who were busy cleaning up the corpses, they didn't expect Xiang Shouren to dare to appear in front of them like this, one by one stood there stupidly, maintaining their respective movements, looking at Xiang Shouren, it had been almost a day, and this was the first time they had seen the true face of this mysterious sniper.

Even the devils who were in charge of the suppression of fire also stopped shooting, and looked at this Xiang Shouren, who had brought them too many casualties and too many blows, and Yamamoto Masakatsu shook off the protection of the guards and shouted loudly: "No fire!" Then he rushed a few steps, looked at Xiang Shouren viciously, looked carefully, and didn't even let go of the slightest.

Looking at this Masakatsu Yamamoto, who seemed to be ten years old in less than a day, he moved his head and said with a smile, "How is it?" Invaders, it seems that you are not prepared for the invaders! ”

Yamamoto Masakatsu is still relatively familiar with Chinese, although he can't fully understand the words of Xiang Shouren, but the general meaning is still understood, and suddenly the emaciated ugly face is entangled, like a ball of shriveled and withered remnants, he slowly suppressed the old blood that almost spit out, and said coldly: "If I were you, then I wouldn't say this, haven't you recognized the situation you are in?" ”

There is no need to translate at all, Xiang Shouren has already heard the words of Yamamoto Masakatsu clearly, since returning to China, after seeing the arrogance of the pro-Japanese department of the aviation department, Xiang Shouren began to learn Japanese by himself, it can be said that he has already been ready to fight the Japanese, and now it has been proved that there was nothing wrong with his preparation at that time, for this crazy and cunning evil neighbor at the door, if there is no defense at all, it is really stupid, it is a pity, It's true that many people don't have such a sense of preparedness.

"Actually, this sentence should be what I said to you! As the wing commander of the first-class wing, the punishment you have to go back this time must be not small, you have consumed a lot of materials, sacrificed thousands of soldiers, and lost two planes, I think, your situation should be quite bad! Ha ha! Although he was able to express himself in Japanese, he still chose Chinese, nothing else, this is in his own country, he doesn't speak his native language, what kind of bird language do he speak? It's normal to follow the locals and listen to me in my territory.

"Yaga!" Yamamoto Masakatsu pulled out the command knife at once, in fact, this command knife has been held in his hand since he saw Xiang Shouren, and it was only when he entered the scabbard just now, but unfortunately, this has not had any emotional communication with the scabbard, and the command knife was pulled out again, if he has feelings, he must be sad, if he can speak, it must be scolded.

The Kwantung Army around them hurriedly aimed at Xiang Shouren, just waiting for their co-captain to give an order, such an obvious target, so many guns, if they couldn't hit this hateful sniper, it would be too impossible.

Almost all of them are eager to shoot at Xiang Shouren to wash away the harm and shame that this guy has brought to everyone, at this moment, they seem to have forgotten, in fact, so many people holding so many guns at the same time and pointing at Xiang Shouren is actually a very shameful act, how can it be possible to wash away those shames with this shameful behavior!?

It can only be said that these devils have long been so angry that they have lost their sense of proportion, or rather, their view of honor and disgrace is very pretentious, and this is a contradictory and tangled nation.