They believe that success is in sight, and as long as they run across the bridge, they will be victorious and will be great contributions to the great family.

The officer shouted wildly: "Brothers, don't shoot, I'm from the 8th Division, the 8th Division."

This guy is the son of the Grand Secretary of Chaosheng and the captain of the regiment. He is proud and very happy to be successful.

He was determined to win the bridge and achieve great achievements, not only to win glory for his father, but also to be promoted to Zhongzuo.

Hehe, it is definitely a good story to win the bridge with wisdom!

He shouted wildly: "The Japanese army is still behind, don't be anxious, don't be anxious."

Liu Jiye sneered, completely sure that the other party was a Japanese. The Chinese soldiers called the Japanese invaders a Japanese, so how could they call them Japanese?

He accelerated towards the New Year and rushed to the center of the bridge with hundreds of "defeated soldiers", only about fifty meters away from the head of the sedan chair.

He couldn't help but be ecstatic, thinking that victory was sure to be won and glory belonged to him.

Little do they know that death is his destination.

Yue Gang smiled faintly and pulled the board machine.

"Bang"

Chao Shengping Ri was shot in the chest, howled in pain, and fell to the ground.

He knew that the other party had seen through it, but how did he see it through it?

Can you see through without asking a word?

Is there any law of nature?

He Dawu and Sun Xiaozhu immediately fired, controlling two light machine guns to block the bridge deck, and the bullets were happily fired over.

"Dadada..."

"Dadada..."

On the narrow bridge, the Japanese could not hide, and were hit by machine gun bullets, and fell on the bridge howling, with their bodies hanging on the wall, which was very miserable.

Chaosheng Pingfan knew that he was finished, but in the middle of the bridge, it was impossible to retreat, otherwise he would shine his back on the other party, and he would have no chance of life.

There is still a glimmer of hope for a strong crisis.

He struggled to stand up and screamed: "The Emperor is on board, the Emperor is on board, rush, rush!"

Yue Gang pointed at his head and fired a shot.

"Bang"

The head of the year of life bursts and falls head-on, the dream of promotion ends, and he can only sink in hell.

The remaining Japanese shouted "Onboard" and charged desperately, but it was useless. Two light machine guns were like two gods of death, waving their sickles and reaping their bad lives.

Although He Dawu was a Taoist priest before and Sun Xiaozhu was a monk, both of them had returned to secular life, and had great hatred in heaven, turning into a gloomy Vajra, and devoted themselves to subduing demons.

Their strafing is seamless.

Liu Jiye looked at the corpse of the Japanese on Yiqiao and laughed.

He was so fierce that Yuegang was on his shoulder: "Gangzi, you save me again. If it weren't for you, we would have been defeated by more than a hundred Japanese, and the defense battle would be even more difficult. Gangzi, you are our lucky star."

He Dawu, Sun Xiaozhu and others were scared and looked at Yue Gang with a sense of gratitude.

Yue Gang looked at the corpses of the "defeated soldiers" and thought to himself: These Japanese devils are very smart and extremely decisive in their work, and are obviously masters.

There are many talented Japanese people. I just arrived, so I must not be careless.
Chapter completed!