Chapter 105: Kill the Wing Leader

What else is there to be polite about seeing devils? Just hit it! Seeing that a group of devils in front of them were running, the soldiers raised their guns and hit them, and the devils fell down in response.

"Bang bang bang!" The sound of gunfire was like a storm, the devils were like dumplings boiling in a soup pot, and the "crackling mile puff" crawled all over the ground, and dozens of devils were all put to the ground by our soldiers in the blink of an eye. As soon as the devil died, a big cart in front of him was revealed, this was a transport team of the devil!

"Up!" Seeing the cart Gao Quan's spirits were immediately lifted, and the rifles in his hands loudly beckoned the soldiers forward.

The devil who was driving the cart realized that the momentum was not right, and he flicked his whip tightly, and drove the pack horse pulling the cart to speed up his pace. The cart was covered with canvas and loaded with all kinds of military supplies. The pack horses pulling the cart are only stronger, they are not good horses, and even if the coachman's whip is flicked again, the pack horse is only a little faster than usual, and it is still far from running wildly. The devil who drove the car was in a hurry, and he flicked the whip vigorously and removed all the hair from the pack horse!

The horse pulling the cart was also anxious, and his heart spoke: I am already pulling with all my strength, what do you want? This is a cart pulling thousands of pounds, do you think it is a naked empty horse with nothing? If it were you, would you be able to run? The pack horse was abused so badly, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, his two front hooves raised, he raised his long neck and neighed, and simply stood still! If you have the ability, you will come, and you will not serve!

As soon as the car stopped, the devil who drove the car was dumbfounded. Stopped? What can I do? Before the coachman could think of a countermeasure, our soldiers caught up behind him, and the bullets that were much faster than the locusts shot at the devil and covered his face!

There were not only drivers in the carts, but also two ghost soldiers escorting the cars in each car. As for the devils who were escorted by foot and car, except for the squad at the back of the convoy, which was completely wiped out, the remaining 100 devils also quickly scattered and fled under the blows of the soldiers of our special service group. The devil escorted in the car instinctively raised his gun to shoot back, who would have thought that this would delay the best escape time!

A ghost soldier who escorted the car stood on the wheel, raised the 38 big cover and just fired a shot, but was hit by several bullets from behind at the same time! The devil screamed and fell out of the car. The unlucky driver was also affected by his companions, and in an instant he was hit by several bullets at the same time, his head tilted, and he fell from the driver's seat to the bottom of the wheel.

With the sound of gunshots, the devils fell out of the carriage one after another, except for a very few clever coachmen, who saw that something was wrong early and jumped into the stinky ditch on the side of the road to escape, most of the devils in the large convoy were killed in this encounter.

Our soldiers swarmed up and surrounded the large convoy, pulled the corpse of the devil down from the cart, lowered the carriage, and carried the corpse on the side of the wheel to the side of the road.

"Woohoo!" Biaozi pulled open the canvas, revealing the items on the cart, full of leather shoes! It turns out that this big convoy is full of devils' clothes, hats, shoes and socks, all of which are good things! It's the coldest month of December, just before New Year's Day. Although the 500 army is not short of winter clothing, it is far from being rich, and the more cotton clothes and cotton shoes, the better.

"Yuanqing, organize the soldiers to pull all these carts away, and if the special service group has damaged or incomplete cotton clothes and shoes, they will be distributed first, and the rest will be pulled to the baggage regiment!" Gao Quan is a money fan, and when he saw that good things had been seized, his eyes narrowed happily, and his eyes, which were already small, were left with a slit.

"Click! Click! "The bright light flashed twice in a dazzling light, what is this? Gao Quan's eyes widened and it turned out to be reporter Tang taking pictures.

"Wen Juan, when did you come along?" Gao Quan stretched out his hand to support his butt and pushed Reporter Tang into the cart. After Tang Wenjuan finished taking pictures of a car of devil uniforms just now, it seemed that she wanted to find a more suitable angle from a high place to take a few more photos, and she couldn't be afraid to climb up to the cart, looking very laborious, since Commander Gao saw it, he naturally raised his hand and pushed it.

"Oops!" Originally, she was kind enough to help her, but Tang Wenjuan screamed as if she had been bitten by a snake, turned around and stared at Gao Quan with angry eyes, her mouth bulging one after another, it seemed that as long as she spoke again, it would definitely not be a good word! "You!" Tang Wenjuan's mouth was half open, and when she saw that it was Gao Quan, the anger on her face immediately turned into confusion, "Where are you touching your hand?" I have my back to you, how do you recognize me? ”

"Reporter Tang's back is different, Gao Quan dare not or forget all the time. I saw Wen Juan's slender figure from afar, and I just happened to see you climbing into the car, just help the handle by the way, I didn't mean to touch it casually! This has to be explained clearly, if it is misunderstood by Tang Reporter as an obscene **, wouldn't Commander Gao's image of being wise and martial collapse in an instant?

Tang Wenjuan obviously didn't want to discuss this issue with Gao Quan in front of the soldiers, and after asking a few questions, she turned around and took the camera and began to take pictures. I photographed the car below, then photographed the baggage car next to me, and photographed the near and far places. It can be seen that Reporter Tang is a real professional reporter, and once he gets to work, his serious energy is really moving, at least Gao Quan was moved, and he stared at Reporter Tang in the car with his eyes under the car, and he didn't move away.

"Oops!" Tang Wenjuan exclaimed in surprise, and her body fell down as soon as she shook!

It was still Gao Junchang's agility, and Sun Yuanqing, who was on the side, felt that his eyes were sparkling, Gao Quan had already flown to the car, grabbed Reporter Tang's waist with both hands, and the two quickly climbed onto the carriage board. "What's wrong?" Gao Quan's heart was beating so hard that he didn't know if Tang Wenjuan was injured in any way.

"I'm fine." Tang Wenjuan saw that Gao Quan's face was a little pale, and hurriedly comforted Commander Gao, "I saw a devil with a spear aiming at me just now, which frightened me. Tang Wenjuan's voice was still trembling slightly, obviously she was scared just now.

"Which side? Which devil is aiming a gun at you? "I heard that Tang Wenjuan was not injured, Gao Quanxin put it down, and at the same time, a wave of anger also rose, which devil with no eyes is holding a gun and aiming blindly, don't let me know, you won't live if you know!

"Military seat, the 134th Division killed the captain of the Devil Wing!"

The reconnaissance battalion commander's report was not too high, and the pair of mandarin ducks in the car woke up, no matter how thick-skinned Gao Quan was, he was embarrassed to be in front of many soldiers and soldiers, and openly got tired of being in a big car with women for a long time. Hearing Chen Laosi's report not far away, his body moved and he floated to the ground.

"What do you say? Yang Gancai killed the captain of the devil wing? "This news is a little shocking, with the inferior weapons of the Twentieth Army, Yang Gancai led one of his divisions to kill the captain of the devil's wing? Gao Quan unconsciously asked rhetorically.

"Yes, Ichiro Ito, the commander of the 6th Baggage Wing of the Japanese Army, has been killed by the 134th Division of the 20th Army!"

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