“Do, what to do?”

"Take all your wealth! Don't die!"

"You, you are not the Eighth Route Army, Eighth..."

"I'm fake!"

"ah……"

Song Laocai looked shocked.

Some servants behind him quietly reached out.

"Bang!"

Yang Yue raised his hand and shot him.

A servant fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

He raised his hand and shot again.

Another servant fell to the ground and his brain burst.

"you……"

"you……"

Song Laocai sat on the ground.

Yang Yue ignored him and continued to raise his gun to kill people. Three consecutive shots, and three more servants fell down.

He had both hands and guns, and his shooting speed was comparable to Yan Shuangying. His hit rate was extremely high. He was definitely one shot at a time.

The servants who were killed by him actually wanted to draw their guns.

There are obviously scattered shell guns and other things hidden around their waists.

Unfortunately, their speed was still a little slower and they were killed by Yang Yue first.

Wang Maosheng, Gou Ergui, and Zheng Tieniu rushed over. Seeing all this, they were stunned. At the same time, their faces turned pale.

Yang Yue’s killing like this is definitely not tolerated by military law! Even if the other party is a landlord and old fortune!

"Ding Dong!"

"Congratulations on completing the five kills!"

"You get a routine reward..."

"You get an additional bonus: 10 boxes of Cong Grenades. 20 pieces per box. A total of 200 pieces."

"The rewards have been scattered in the new position of Cangyunling..."

Yang Yue:...

OK, it's better than nothing.

As long as it is not the kind made in the border area, it is fine.

If the Japanese launch an attack and two hundred grenades are smashed together, it is estimated that the Japanese will suffer at least thirty or forty casualties. Perhaps more.

"The Eighth Route Army killed someone..."

"The Eighth Route Army killed someone..."

Song Laocai seemed to have made his promise and hugged Yang Yue's thighs tightly.

Yang Yue looked calm and waved at Wang Maosheng, signaling him to come up. At the same time, the two retort shell guns were also pointing at a young woman in the middle. It seemed to be Song Laocai's daughter-in-law?

"Yang Yue, what are you doing? This is a mistake!" Wang Maosheng is very principled.

"There is a radio station in that carriage." Yang Yue said coldly, "Who did you say have a radio station?"

"What? Radio?" Wang Maosheng's face changed suddenly.

Gou Ergui immediately brought his gun up.

Everyone was stimulated by the word "radio".

There is actually a radio station in the cart, that's all? How could ordinary people have something like a radio station?

Even if it is a huge new group, isn't there any radio station?

Whether it is the New First Group, the Independent Group, or the New Second Group established later, there is no radio station.

For the Eighth Route Army, radio stations are definitely big treasures. Only the first-level brigade level are equipped with radio stations. It can be seen that radio stations are extremely precious and they can’t buy them even if they have money!

Even the Japanese are only equipped with radio stations at the first level of the brigade! There is no squadron!

For Song Laocai, radio station only means one situation:

spy.

The spy of the Japanese.

The goal is to detect the exact location of the Eighth Route Army.

"Bang!"

Yang Yue suddenly shot.

The young woman fell to the ground in a slump.

Yang Yuecai didn't care who she was. When he found out that she was trying to destroy the radio station, he immediately fired and shot him and killed him with one shot.

Almost at the same time, Gou Ergui also lifted up the messy items inside the cart, revealing a square rattan box below. He smashed the rattan box open, and there was a radio station inside.

That's right, it's a radio station!

Yang Yue thanked the miniature map again. Its functions are becoming more and more powerful.

For some special items, it began to have simple marks. This is how the radio discovered it. Otherwise, Yang Yue would not have been able to kill.

Looking down at that woman...

It's an ordinary appearance. It's not a pity.

"Team leader, let's send the radio back quickly!" Wang Maosheng said impatiently, "This radio station is more valuable than a squadron Japanese!"

"Big Black Bull, bring the box with you!" Yang Yue nodded, "You retreat, I will cover!"

"Okay!" Zheng Tieniu hurriedly grabbed the heavy rattan box and retreated quickly.

Radio stations in this era are relatively backward and have very considerable weight.

But in Zheng Tieniu's hands, the rattan box was simply light and no problem at all.

Radio is more important than all weapons and equipment. There are so many weapons and equipment on the ground.

"You, you, you snatched the Japanese radio station, you're crazy!" Song Laocai said in a panic, frightened and angry, "You even beat Michiko to death! She, she, she is a person from the Special High School Class!"

"Bullying me and never read a book?" Yang Yue looked at the other party with a squinted look, "The Japanese army has no women at all! Are you scaring me!"

"She is not a soldier! She is from the Special High School Class! The Special High School Class is the police system!"

"Oh, is it? Japanese soldiers and police united?"

Yang Yue tilted his head and thought for a while, and suddenly laughed again.

Nonsense!

How could the special high school course appear here?

Don’t you know that the Japanese police and military systems have always been mortal enemies?

Not only are there army red deer, naval red deer, but also police red deer. Later street stall literature has a clear and concise mention that the leader of the Japanese army, Tsunuchi Tsinauchi once led the Osaka Division to "heroically" smash the local police station, and the two sides formed a deep bond, not to mention that the army killed so many policemen in the 226th mutiny...

Become Shi Lezhi!

The police and the army in Japan are absolutely irreconcilable! They still work together?

Immediately raised my gun to Song Laocai's head.

Song Laocai was so scared that he was paralyzed on the ground. A stinking smell came out, and Yang Yue covered his nose.

"Don't kill him. Let me say." Suddenly, a young man stood up. He looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he felt like a doll studying.

"What's your name?" Yang Yue asked calmly.

"Southern Kingdom of Song."

"Are you studying in another place?"

"Yes. I'm going to school in Tianjin."

"No wonder..."

Yang Yue slowly came to him.

A woman who was beaten to death with her feet must be Japanese and knows how to operate the radio.

It is impossible for Chinese people to operate such a high-end radio station. So, she must be a Japanese. Yang Yue believes in her inference. However, it would be too much to look so ugly!
To be continued...