Although she had not seen Xiaole, Wu Fei was already sure that she was fighting in the main house.

Wu Fei was anxious and didn't pay much attention to the house. Anyway, he turned several corridors in the direction of gunfire and came to a corner. He found four Japanese in front of him, blocking a door and constantly firing guns.

Wu Fei rushed very quickly, and the Japanese turned around very quickly. When they saw a young man in a suit, they were stunned for a moment, but in this moment, the gun in Wu Fei's hand rang.

At less than ten meters, Wu Fei would of course have shot without any bullets. He took away two Japanese devils with two shots. Chen Qiuling beside him also fired. This time she didn't close her eyes. Although her shooting skills were not as accurate as Wu Fei, she couldn't resist the distance was too close. She picked up another Japanese devil and fired a few shots. She caught them all in one breath. She would definitely not be able to survive. Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining Japanese devil shot and rushed into the room next to him, and the door was also asked to close him.

Wu Fei saw it clearly. The Japanese shot was very likely to hurt Chen Qiuling, so he knocked her away. The bullets were about to wipe Wu Fei's arm and flew over. Although he failed to hit him, he still wiped Wu Fei's suit sleeves, causing a scratch on his arm. It was visible to the naked eye that blood was gurgled from the scratch.

Chen Qiuling was hit hard, but she would not blame Wu Fei. She knew that if it weren't for his collision, she would have been very likely already. When she got up from the ground, she happened to see Wu Fei's arm bleeding. She was anxious and asked hurriedly: "Wu Fei, are you injured?"

"It's okay, a small scratch." Wu Fei himself had already glanced at his arm and confirmed that it was OK.

The door blocked by the Japanese suddenly opened, and a man rushed out quickly. Wu Fei pointed at the man in a reaction, but he quickly put it down because the person was Xiaole. She was also holding a gun in her hand. It was not the Southern Fourteenth, the same as Wu Fei, but a gun that Wu Fei had never seen before. It was very small and exquisite.

"Xiaole!" After seeing her, Wu Fei ignored the fact that there was a Japanese man left in the room next to her. He reached out to put his hand around her, pressed his chin against her head, and sniffed the smell on her hair with a fierce nose.

Xiao Le was not so excited, but instead looked anxious, pushed him away, checked his whole body, and only breathed after finding that there was only a scratch on his arm.

"Wu Fei, there is a Japanese in the room." Chen Qiuling reminded her. When she saw the two of them hugging each other tightly, she felt indescribable discomfort in her heart, but she did not show it on her face. She just looked at them enviously. It was not until Xiaole went to look at Wu Fei's arms that she remembered that another Japanese ran into the room next to her.

Wu Fei took two steps back, then suddenly started to kick the door hard. At the same time the door was kicked open, others had already dodged to the side.

Mix and Mix and Mix!

After four gunshots, another sound of a firing needle hitting the ball. The Japanese in the room fired all the bullets in the gun in one breath. Wu Fei and Xiaole entered the room one by one. The Japanese in the room was still holding the empty gun, screaming strangely, trying to resist stubbornly.

"What are he talking about?" The Japanese injured himself, which made Wu Fei a little angry. He decided not to let the Japanese die so happily, so he asked Chen Qiuling who followed him into the house.

"He said, don't come over, I want to kill you, don't come over." Chen Qiuling saw that Wu Fei wanted to play with the Japanese, and smiled and translated his words.

"You ask him, if we can't get over, how can he kill us?" Wu Fei's mouth raised slightly, and his expression was endless contempt. Once upon a time, this contemptuous look would only appear in the eyes of the Japanese, and the object of contempt was of course the Chinese people. But now, the Japanese have also tried to be despised, which made him unable to accept it because he was deeply poisoned by the ****, but he could not beat him, and he could not kill the man and the two women in front of him. In despair, he swung the Nan Nan in despair.

The fourteenth pistol hit his head as if he was crazy. Blood flowed down his face, and the pistol was deformed, but apart from the injury, it could not kill him. Suddenly, the Japanese threw the pistol to the ground, widened his eyes, and suddenly fell to the ground. Wu Fei thought he was kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy, but unexpectedly, the Japanese screamed and smashed his head hard to the floor tiles. The force was too strong, and the Japanese's head cracked open like a watermelon.

Both girls were shocked by this scene. They would never have thought that someone would be so cruel to them. But Wu Fei snorted: "It's a bargain."

After leaving the house, Xiaole dragged Wu Fei to the room where she had just been blocked. In addition to the bodies of the Japanese, there were several square tables. There were two iron boxes placed in front of them. Wu Fei had never seen this thing, but when Huangtuling killed the Japanese Lieutenant General Xiugui's troops, he learned that there was something called a radio station. He immediately concluded that these two iron boxes were radio stations, and asked Chen Qiuling tentatively: "Is this a radio station?"

"Yes! Yes!" Just two words, but Chen Qiuling's tone was two octaves, which shows how surprised she was.

Wu Fei's concept of radio stations is almost zero, but Chen Qiuling is different. She knows so much how precious a high-power radio station is, especially the high-power radio stations used by the Japanese army, which are hard to come by. It is not easy to get one, but now there are two in front of her. Just imagine how excited she is.

Xiaole pulled a stack of manuscript paper from the table and picked up the pen and wrote: I was very careful, I didn’t hurt the radio station, both of them can be used.

"Instructor Guo, you have made great contributions. If the regiment commander and political commissar knew that you had paid two high-power military radio stations, they would be very happy." Chen Qiuling hugged Xiaole excitedly. At this moment, all things such as jealousy and envy were thrown behind her head.

Xiaole smiled, but she smiled at Wu Fei. For her, the praises from Group Leader Shi and Political Commissar Tan were not as good as the praise Wu Fei gave her, and she also had the position of instructor. If she hadn't thought about helping Wu Fei, she wouldn't have agreed to be a person.

After pushing Chen Qiuling away, Xiaole picked up his pen and wrote a few more words: Where is Jiang Ping? I want to settle the score with her.

Seeing these words, Wu Fei was stunned for a moment. He still didn't understand. Xiaole was tied up by Sister Ping, or followed him. But the anger that came from Xiaole's lines made him realize that the matter between the two was not that simple. If they were together, then Xiaole would never write down the words to settle the score with her. But if she was tied up, then why could Xiaole still act freely in the heart of the Japanese, and even a gun that he had never seen before.
Chapter completed!