As soon as the loudmouth came back, he started yelling about looking for his wife and children. Before he found them, Shuoyu kicked him to the ground, face first.
"You, what are you doing? I have to look for my wife and kids. I don't have time to play with you."
Shuo Yu pointed the Changfeng Sword in his hand at his neck, looked at him from top to bottom, lowered his eyes,
"Who's kidding you? Choose one. You shouldn't have forgotten that you sold your life to me. Do you want Changfeng or your machine gun?"
This seemed like a multiple-choice question, but Milong had seen the power of Shuoyu's sword. It was like a piece of cake for him to cut stones with it, but the sword that hit his head was not a single hit at all. Before he could react, the head fell to the ground.
"Bu'er, you, Banxian'er, what are you doing?" Milong didn't understand what Shuoyu was doing. He winked and tried to negotiate with him. They were all brothers, why were they doing this? He just wanted to take his wife and children across the river and go home.
Shuo Yu raised an eyebrow and looked at him, then put his sword away and stepped on Mi Long's chest. He spoke to him, but he didn't look at him. Instead, he looked at the hesitant people who were staring at him not far away.
"Didn't you just say, 'Be a good person?' Your wife and children will be taken care of by the brothers who have crossed the river. Now grab your machine gun. We're going to take care of the Japs behind us first. Are you scared?"
"The one who's following your father is the one who's scared--!"
Milong stood up, picked up the machine gun in Shuoyu's hand, and decisively stood behind their leader. Long Wenjian glanced at Shuoyu, who had a cold face, and Milong, who was soaked.
He looked at the others who were still confused and slapped everyone in the face.
He made a gesture with his hand, and extended his little finger to the group of people who were still in a daze.
"Do you know what this means? Bastards, pick up your guns and stop being called bastards!"
"Bring a towel, bring a towel!"
"Bring a towel, bring a towel!"
"Bring a towel, bring a towel!"
"Go ahead, cover them up, crush them all, and then we'll go home together!"
Their regimental commander was the first one, holding his Mauser pistol with a buttstock, and Shuoyu was the second. Milong was half a step behind him, but when he passed by his wife and children, he froze for a moment and fell behind.
"Machine Heavy!"
"Hey, hey! Wait for me, wait for me, you must wait for me! I'll come over after I finish dealing with those bastards!"
Milong's heart stayed with his wife and children, and his body followed their leader honestly. Shuoyu shouted to the veterinarian to arrange for the elderly, weak and wounded to go first, and those who were able to fight to follow them.
But the veterinarian stayed, and Doubing, who had a broken leg, also stayed, saying, "I'm the secondary shooter."
In the end, more than 200 of them were allowed to pass first because of Shuo Yu's mandatory request and the lack of hardware conditions. This battle was not a big deal. As long as they had not won the final victory, they would always have battles to fight until they would no longer be bullied by anyone.
Shuoyu gave the machine gun to Milong and took the Changfeng Sword himself. His sword was faster than the gun. When he faced the enemy, Shuoyu knew that their commander had deceived them again. Although he had not fought much, he had eyes and could see.
The Japanese troops before them were definitely not the "scouts" their regiment commander had mentioned, but were most likely the vanguard of the Japanese army, and their number was not small.
“Oh my god—!”
Shuo Yu didn't know what dialect this was from, but it fit the current scene very well. Their leader really had gathered the entire group he wanted, and there really was an entire group of people willing to follow behind him, listen to him, accompany him, and give their lives to him.
“Oh my god! Oh my god!”
I would be willing to accept this even if it meant death.
The enemy's artillery fire was almost touching their heads. The black smoke and dust instantly turned this place into a battlefield. The pungent smell of gunpowder made Shuo Yu feel extremely unreal, but this was reality, not a game or an illusion.
Shuo Yu was only thinking about one thing at this moment. Their regiment must have a cannon in the future. Being bombarded was too uncomfortable. They also wanted one.
Compared to their enemies, they only had a pitiful amount of ammunition and weapons. The Japanese were still using the same tactics that hadn't changed in ten thousand years. Shuo Yu was the one rushing to the front. He had no time to care about the people falling around him one after another.
All he could do was charge, so when Milong, the regiment commander and the others were still charging, Shuoyu had already connected with the Japanese soldiers.
Quick and elegant, even with a touch of beauty, to be honest he rarely kills people,
The killing spree that had not been started for ten thousand years seemed to have been made up in this world. There were more and more headless corpses. When facing an enemy that you cannot kill, everyone would feel scared, because people kept dying around you, but the enemy was not dead no matter what, except that his face was a little dirty.
Blood was dripping from Changfeng's sword like a trickling stream. Shuoyu looked at the Japanese soldiers who turned around and ran away because of him, and felt like laughing. When they swung their swords to chop off other people's heads, they should have thought that one day their heads would be chopped off by others.
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