"Take it seriously?" Zhang San finally couldn't help but reach out and hold it down.

Han Dong and Xu Tie also reached out.

I was afraid that Yang Yue would take the flour back.

A devil!

A bag of flour!

Did it!

They are in need of food.

Only they can experience the feeling of eating fish every day.

Because there is no other food, many people's bodies have undergone some strange changes.

A bag of flour is 50 kilograms. It is enough for one person to eat for a month. If one hundred Japanese kills, it will be 5,000 kilograms.

"How to calculate?"

"Anyone who is killed in the battle, no matter who is killed, it is yours."

"Aren't you lying to us?"

"Don't you have a gun in your hands?"

“That’s right…”

The three of them looked at each other.

That's right. They have guns in their hands. If Yang Yue lied to them...

"good!"

"We did it!"

Zhang San said in a deep voice.

Han Dong and Xu Tie also nodded solemnly.

Did it!
Chapter completed!