"No, don't dare, Xiao Yuanzi, don't you kneel down and apologize to the immortals!" Seeing that Ye Xuan actually behaved to himself and others, these dozen or so wounded soldiers were immediately frightened, and hurriedly knelt down to return the salute to Ye Xuan.

Seeing that these people were about to kneel, Ye Xuan hurriedly used his spiritual power to support these people, straightened his waist, looked at these wounded soldiers with bandages on their heads, bodies, and legs, and said solemnly: "You don't have to do this, I give you this courtesy, you can afford it!" ”

Ye Xuan never felt that he was capable enough to discriminate against any ordinary person, this was because he would not forget that he was once a member of these ordinary people, and there were many people among ordinary people who made him need to be respected.

"Don't dare, don't dare, immortals, you better spare us!" One of the veterans, who was about forty years old, kept bending over Ye Xuan to make a gesture.

Seeing the appearance of these people, Ye Xuan had no choice, walked up to the veteran, stretched out his hand to pull him up, and said, "Old man, I am really not an immortal, my name is Ye Xuan, I am an ordinary person, what is your name?" ”

"I, my name is Zhou Yucheng!" The veteran Zhou Yucheng still said respectfully.

"Uncle Zhou, what kind of army are you from?" Ye Xuan asked.

"We are the subordinates of General Song Xilian of the 36th Division of the National Army, and we were scattered when we were charging with the little devils, and the bullets ran out, so we took refuge here with the villagers." Zhou Yucheng sighed and said.

Hearing Zhou Yucheng say that it was Song Xilian's troops, Ye Xuan was quite surprised, Song Xilian is a person, Ye Xuan has seen a little information about him, not to mention his political background, he has been fighting against little devils for more than ten years, and he once said "I would rather be a ghost who died in battle, and I am ashamed to be a citizen of the country", which is quite worthy of respect.

"If there are guns and bullets, can you still protect these folks?" Ye Xuan suddenly looked at these wounded soldiers and said.

"Okay, as long as there are guns and bullets. The little devil comes again, unless he steps on my corpse, I will never let them hurt a fellow countryman. The young man named Xiao Yuanzi assured loudly.

"Yes, as long as there are guns and bullets, we are not afraid of little devils!"

"Rest assured, even if we give up this old life, we will definitely protect the safety of the villagers." The remaining wounded soldiers also said with a firm face.

"Good!" Looking at the appearance of these wounded soldiers, Ye Xuan nodded with satisfaction, and with a wave of his right hand, three boxes of guns and grenades appeared in front of these wounded soldiers.

Looking at Ye Xuan's hand, three large boxes appeared in front of him. Everyone's hearts were full of joy, and they were even more convinced that Ye Xuan was an immortal, otherwise how could anyone have such a great ability to conjure up such a big three boxes at once.

"This box contains 20 American-made Browning automatic rifles and 5,000 rounds of ammunition, this box contains 20 Colt M1911 pistols and 3,000 rounds of ammunition, and as for this box, there are 300 MK2 pineapple grenades." Ye Xuan lifted the lids of the three boxes one by one, exposed the weapons inside, picked them up and introduced them one by one, "I want to have these weapons." As long as you don't rush to fight against the little devils, just stick to this church, you should be able to hold out for half a day, right? ”

Hiss! －－－

Looking at the weapons in the box, the veterans all gasped. Looking at the bullets exposed in the box, his eyes flashed with the essence of Zhan.

For the soldiers on the battlefield, the gun is actually their life, and the best gun like them has ever touched is just a formal rifle. The guns that Ye Xuan took out were all good guns that even those generals couldn't get in the past, how could they not let these people shine in their eyes and salivate?

But. Although these people are now eager to hold these guns in their arms, when they think of the "immortals" standing next to them, they suddenly calmed down, heard Ye Xuan's words, thought for a while, and didn't say enough: "If the little devil doesn't have heavy weapons, we should be able to hold out for a long time." ”

Heavy weapons? Ye Xuan groaned for a moment, and with a wave of his right hand, two boxes appeared on the ground.

"These are two 78.5mm light mortars and a hundred shells, how about it, Uncle Zhou, can you hold out for half a day?" Ye Xuandao.

These dozen or so wounded soldiers had completely regarded Ye Xuan as an immortal, and they were no longer as surprised that Ye Xuan took out these two mortars out of thin air, as if this kind of thing was taken for granted.

"Yes, there are so many such good weapons, even if we encounter a whole team of little devils, we can hold out for half a day, and besides, we are just staying in this church, it shouldn't be a big problem." This time, Zhou Yucheng finally relieved himself and nodded solemnly to Ye Xuan.

"Okay, as long as you can hide here for a long time, I'll find a way to move you all to a safe place then." Ye Xuandao.

"Yes, the mission will be completed!" More than a dozen wounded soldiers saluted Ye Xuan.

After arranging these people for the time being, Ye Xuan didn't say anything more, stood up directly, didn't look at the burning eyes of the people behind him, his figure flashed, and he appeared directly outside the door of the church.

As soon as I walked to the church, I saw the garbage left by the fleeing people all over the ground, half of the houses that had been destroyed by the shells, and all I saw was a bleak ruin, and above the sky, black smoke was billowing and the whole air was filled with the smell of gunsmoke.

Airplanes! Airplanes! Airplanes! －－－

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! －－－

One after another fighter planes swept through the sky like birds unscrupulously, and the roar of shells came from all directions, shaking the whole of Nanjing.

Looking at this apocalyptic Nanjing, Ye Xuan couldn't help frowning, and when he didn't know which direction to go, he suddenly heard a piercing sound not far away.

Ye Xuan raised his eyebrows, carefully identified the direction, and suddenly his figure flashed, and a breath was nearly twenty meters fast, and his body went in that direction like a ghost.

……

Sitting in a dilapidated room, Lu Jianxiong, who had just defeated a Japanese two squads and was resting, heard the harsh long roar from the street on his originally slightly smiling face, that smile suddenly froze, raised his eyes to look at the gray sky outside, and then looked at the motley team of only ten people in front of him, Shi Guang is 32 years old, Li Shui is 35 years old, Xin Shaoyuan is 31 years old, Lin Yong is 27 years old, Li Changxing is 25 years old, Dong Xingyan is 18 years old, Lin Wenwen is 13 years old, and Xiaodouzi is 7 years old......

Suddenly, Lu Jianxiong felt that there was one person missing, and turned his head and shouted, "Shunzi!" ”

In a corner, a slightly chubby middle-aged man shrank in a little panic, not daring to move.

No one responded, Lu Jianxiong's eyes darkened, thinking that he had died under a certain bullet, his head stiffened, and then he turned his head and looked at his brother who was looking at him.

"Brothers...... can't hold it......" swallowed saliva, with a trace of unwillingness and determination in despair, "Disperse ......" (to be continued......