"Oh? So it's you, you bastard. What did I tell you that day? I told you to let him go, and nothing happened to us, but you didn't believe it. You had to cause so many things. Do you regret it now?"

When the Japanese squadron leader saw Wang Hao like that, he was so angry that his nose became crooked.

"Baga Yalu, you Baga, you can't defeat me on the battlefield, so what kind of skills do you use to humiliate me with such conspiracy and tricks? If you have the skills, let's see the real results on the battlefield, then I will respect you as a warrior.

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Wang Hao's face darkened: "You little devil, you are very courageous. Now, I want you to personally deliver my brother to me. Immediately."

The Japanese squadron leader sneered at Wang Hao's words.

With a wave of their hands, the two devils controlled the fat man even more tightly, and the bastard box was always pressed against the fat man's head.

Wang Hao's face turned even more ugly.

"You bastard, aren't you here to take over? What gives you the confidence to treat my brother like this?"

"You two bastards try to touch my brother again, and I will make it impossible for you ten guys to go back. Do you believe it?"

The Japanese squadron leader said loudly: "Baga Yalu, if you want us to release them, you can. Where are the heads of our warriors? Take them out."

"Haha, I have put the heads of you warriors in a very safe place. As long as you release them, I will tell you right away."

The Japanese squadron leader said: "You speak first, and then we will release them. Now there are many of you, all armed with submachine guns. If I release people, if you don't tell me, I won't be able to do anything to you, right?"

The Japanese squadron leader had a very beautiful idea.

As long as Wang Hao speaks first and reveals his trump card, it will be difficult for Wang Hao to slap him again.

Wang Hao said: "Impossible, you release him first. I promised your general in the clear telegram, and I will keep my word. What are you talking about with me here? Release him."

The Japanese squadron leader said: "It's impossible. If you don't tell us, we will never let him go."

"Your mother..."

Wang Hao ducked out of the way, and the Jaap squadron leader felt his eyes flash. He was hit by a blast and kicked in the stomach.

The whole person began to fly out and fell to the ground with a thud.

Wang Hao walked up to him, lifted him up by his collar, and slapped him several times.

Wang Hao's slap was quite forceful.

Immediately, the left and right cheeks of the Japanese squadron leader became swollen, and he was beaten so hard that he couldn't even tell the difference between south, south, and north.

The little devils were all stunned. This man is too arrogant. Isn't he afraid of us shooting?

Wang Hao was not afraid that those little devils would shoot him at all, because he felt no danger.

Therefore, he was sure that these little devils did not dare to shoot. They also had their scruples.

Wang Hao pinched the Japanese squadron leader's neck and lifted him up.

He shouted to those little devils: "Let them go."

The momentum is compelling.

Ga...

The Japanese squadron leader rolled his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and stuck out his tongue. He made a weird scream, but he couldn't say a word.

The arrogance he had just now is no longer visible at all.

Soldiers from the Eighth Route Army also rushed forward and surrounded the little devils with submachine guns.

"Let him go."

When the little devils saw this formation, they immediately let the fat man go.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers immediately rushed forward and pulled the fat man to their side.

Other soldiers rushed forward and took the guns off the little devils.

The Japs who just held the gun to the fat man's head refused to hand over the gun, so he was immediately knocked to the ground and kicked half to death by the soldiers.

Seeing this situation, Wang Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

As a qualified sniper, shooting at this time has the greatest chance of winning.

really……

At this moment, Wang Hao suddenly felt a chill down his spine and sweat broke out on his head.

The danger comes from the front right.

Wang Hao conveniently threw the Japanese squadron leader over there, rolled on the spot, and rushed towards Zheng Xiong's position.

Almost at the same time, a bullet was shot out from a hillside more than 100 meters to the right.

The bullet pierced the void and hit the Japanese squadron leader with a pop.

The Japanese squadron leader flew forward two meters under the thrust of the bullet, fell to the ground with a pop, raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, stared at a pair of dead fish eyes, and died immediately.

Almost the next moment, the submachine guns in the hands of the Eighth Route Army soldiers spurted out angry flames.

The nine Japs fell to the ground with a crash. After killing these Japs, the soldiers immediately found a place to hide.

They also wanted to fight back, but they didn't even know where the Japanese snipers were.

Wang Hao, on the other hand, had already thrown himself into Zheng Xiong's bunker.

"The first mate is a Japanese sniper, but I'm not sure where he is hiding."

"Give me the gun. You hide here and don't come out. Damn it, I'm going to meet him."

Wang Hao took Zheng Xiong's gun and swiped it before jumping out of the bunker.

"bump……"

A bullet flew past Wang Hao's back, but it had already missed him by two or three positions.

This shows how fast Wang Hao is.

"bump……"

The gun in Wang Hao's hand also fired.

The Japanese sniper just retracted his head, and the bullet flew past his helmet, making a buzzing sound.

"Bagayalu, master..."

The Japanese sniper was so sweaty.

The Japanese sniper didn't even think about it, and he didn't care whether Wang Hao was chasing him or not. He picked up his Springfield rifle and started to flee frantically according to the originally set retreat route.

He originally wanted to retreat after missing a single shot. But out of greed for merit, he fired a second shot.

At that time, in his opinion, Wang Hao was lucky to have pushed the Japanese squadron leader away, which was an act of hitting someone, and just blocked his bullet.

Looking back now, how could I be lucky? It was obviously intentional.

If he hadn't just planned to retreat regardless of whether the shot hit or not, so he just retracted his head, his head would have been blown out long ago.

Now, he regrets so much that his intestines are green. The two of them are not masters of the same level. Maybe it will be difficult to leave today.

Horrible, so terrible.
Chapter completed!