Compared to the black bear's cautious behavior, Zhen Sanjiang had already rushed into the Japanese camp, and the two sides fought fiercely.

Zhen Sanjiang usually fights on the mountain like this. He never pays attention to any formation, tactics, etc., and he stands open and wins with his guns and bloody heads. Melee like this is his favorite.

What's more, there are more than 200 bullets now, which are as accurate as female sniper covers, which makes him feel extremely happy, and he only feels that there is nothing more pleasant in the world than this.

He fucked the two Japanese soldiers who were exposed from behind the cover two more shots, causing blood to swell in the forehead, and shook Sanjiang laughed and said, "Happy! Why didn't I find out again before that it's so good to fuck the Japanese Japanese!"

Sanpao took out a grenade from behind, bit his teeth and skillfully pulled out the jumping needle. He threw it hard at a place where Japanese soldiers gathered. Seeing the explosion that was "booming" was being exploded, the Japanese broke their mouths and smiled: "Boss, don't say that the thing I got from the people of Bailongshan is really powerful. The explosion was much more powerful than the explosive packs we used before!"

"The White Dragon King is mysterious and has some strange things in his hands." Zhen Sanjiang looked at the obvious disproportionate killing on both sides, purred depressedly, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, please work harder for me. We can't be compared by ordinary women!"

"Oh!" After everyone's promise, the frequency of designs was significantly accelerated.

Zhen Sanjiang's words were not said randomly. Just look back and you can see the sparks that flash from time to time in the forest. They all knew that every loud noise accompanied by the spark was to see a Japanese off.

The Hongniang was a little stupid now, or she has been maintaining a stupid state since she arrived at the scheduled battlefield with Xiaomeng and saw the scene after the sniper for the first time. The ten men she brought with her who had been showing off were also dull at the same time.

Xiao Meng didn't say anything to her. First, she didn't know what to say, and second, she felt that these people were not very useful to the war in front of her. In fact, Xiao Meng didn't understand why the superiors wanted to fight with these people. When these people drove, except for a very small number of people, most of them could not even meet the most basic soldier standards. Such a result was of no significance except wasting more resources.

But this was Wang Zheng's order after all, and the dual identities of a man and a superior made her only obey the orders. But the little emotions that emerged in her heart were naturally vented on the unlucky Japanese devils on the other side, and the twenty teams of virus snipers under her naturally had to keep in line with the leader.

So the Japanese on the other side of the battlefield often fight back fiercely, their upper body and even their entire body will suddenly explode, and blood and flesh will sprinkle the ground several meters away.

The Hongmao looked carefully at Xiao Meng, who was lying on the ground next to her, carrying a gun that was over two meters long, with a cold face and a stern look at the gun. She squatted down slowly and tentatively said: "Miss Meng, the gun used in your team is really powerful, it is really suitable for us women. Which country is it produced? It's hard to get it, right?"

Xiao Meng let go of the trigger and stood up slowly, looked at Hong Niangzi and said, "My surname is not Meng, my name is Xiao Meng. I will follow my husband's surname!"

The Hong Madam was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, she didn't remember what the surname of the White Dragon King was. Seeing that Xiaomeng had no intention of continuing to say it, she had to smile again and said, "Oh, it's a little cute girl. Look at my ears, it's an old problem! Don't take it to your heart!"

Xiao Meng curled her lips disapproved, and just nodded without saying anything.

She has been in various planes for several years. Although she is simple in her mind, she has a high IQ in biochemical people, and she has played the role of female bandit leader, and she also has a little understanding of people's hearts. She has answered repeatedly these times, isn't it just for their unique virus sniper rifles, but it is impossible for her to tell her about this thing about military secrets.

The Hongmao met with her twice and finally realized that she didn't like her anymore. She looked at her sniper rifle with a greed and shut up embarrassedly.

Compared to the continuous defeat of Hong Niang in front of Xiao Meng, Mr. Jia, a man in the suit, went smoothly. As long as he saw him standing behind with a few people smoking casually, and not even glanced at the battlefield, he knew how good he was now!

The hundreds of men under him were wearing neat suits and working more easily. Perhaps the organizational structure on their hilltops was more inclined to gangsters, and these people were not interested in charging and in front of them. The temptation was that there were already people in Zhen Sanjiang who were chasing all obstacles, and their hands could not rush up.

Anyway, most of them had not pulled out their guns from their waists until now, but they just followed the team with an axe and pushed them first. When they saw a serious injury and half-dead Japanese man rushed up and chopped them up, regardless of the tidy suit on their body, which was stained with blood and blood.

Of course, people who are seen as cutting into a pile of minced meat are definitely dead, and dead people do not need money. Therefore, based on the principle of not wasting valuable resources to pollute the land, these pollution sources must of course be recovered.

So a strange scene appeared on the battlefield. The two forces were fighting wildly. The fierce fighting personnel in the middle area were terrifyingly firing, and the dead were magnificent and fierce. The battle was almost intensified, while the rear release of both sides showed completely different actions. The Japanese were madly carrying sandbags from the warehouse behind, and a large number of Japanese soldiers and even officers participated in it. They piled them up dozens of meters of the granary like ants. I hope to establish this simple line of defense before the front line collapsed.

Compared with the tense atmosphere here, the camp in the opposite rear seemed relaxed. Not only did the person who charged forward laugh and fired the gun, but the person who sent the support was slow to pick up the bargain behind, as if he was picking up wheat grains in the wheat field. Of course, occasionally, if you find a "living" wheat seedling, of course you have to pounce on it to express your excitement.
Chapter completed!