If it is used up, it can only be restored to the past, and it takes countless time to load ammunition.

The night is already very deep.

The wind is getting faster and faster, and the face hurts when eating.

"Thirty steps left, let it go!"

A man suddenly pointed ahead and roared.

Then, several gunshots surrounded the direction pointed by the comrades and comrades.

Clang.

Plop.

A black shadow fell from the trunk and hit the ground heavily.

Immediately, a group of officers and soldiers rushed up.

They didn't see how they took it, and they stabbed two long swords into the chest of the Japanese pirates, stirring them up, and then slowly pulled them out.

"Tiger!"

"Tiger!"

"Tiger!"

Finally, he killed a Japanese pirate, which prompted the Ming army officers and soldiers present to growl and cheer up.

"Diet, damn!"

"Baga!"

The Ming army's brilliant power angered the Japanese pirates hiding in the darkness.

A roar sounded, and with a black shadow, it actually jumped down from the canopy on one side.

"careful……"

Zhu Zhanhe roared angrily, and he was already rushing towards Zhang Wulin.

The Japanese pirate jumped down from the canopy above Zhang Wulin's head.

"Baga!Baga!"

“…”

There are a few more ghosts.

The Japanese pirates were like hunters who had been waiting for a long time. In an instant, several sounds were made, and several black shadows culled toward this side.

Bang!

The sound of weapons colliding together.

On a snowy night, sparks of metal and stone collision flashed by.

Zhu Zhanhe blocked the Japanese pirates who were striking towards Zhang Wulin from above his head. However, the two officers and soldiers next to him were each hit by a black shadow, and then they screamed and fell to the ground.

Zhu Zhanhe glared at him and roared in anger.

He took out a handful of white ash from his arms and threw it into the air.

A vast white area gradually dissipated with the wind.

Five steps!

A white spot flashed by!

Zhu Zhanhe seized the opportunity and rushed over with a political commissar.

In the darkness, sooner or later, Yaosi and Komatsu Jun were waiting quietly, their eyes passing through the darkness, and tightly locked on the young Ming general.

Although the two of them did not know the identity of this young general, if they could command the Ming army at such a young age, they would definitely have a high status.

There are too many warriors in the Great Japanese people who are lying here today, and they need to pay tribute to them with the blood of Ming people!

The warrior stained with white lime is unfortunate, and his life will be taken away by the hateful Mingdog.

but!

His sacrifice will surely bring the death of the young Mingdog!

Puchi.

Two long swords pierced heavily into the lime-stained Japanese pirates.

Zhu Zhanhe looked at the young political commissar beside him, with a refreshing and smile in his eyes.

However, it is this time.

"Ming Dog died!"

Komatsu Jun roared angrily, and he rushed up from the snow, holding the Japanese sword in both hands, pressed against his waist, and the tip of the knife grew out of his head, and rushed straight towards Zhu Zhanji.

On the side, Yaosi, who was holding two long and short Japanese swords, waved a ball of gorgeous sword flowers with both hands and came over.

"Invincible!"

The young government affairs made a low voice.

He had already stepped forward and was about to replace his unknown comrades beside him to block this attack.

"Don't block me!" Zhu Zhanhe also roared in a low voice.

He went to the side of his body, bypassed the young political commissar and walked to a position where he walked side by side with the other party.

Facing two Japanese pirates who were lurking for many days and suddenly attacked.

Neither young Ming army chose to hide, but went forward to meet him.

These are two young and brave talents of the Ming army.

But it's just immature!

In just a moment, from Japan, to the sea, and to the Central Plains, sooner or later, Yaosi experienced countless moments of life and death.

The rich experience told Yu Zao Si that the two young Ming soldiers in front of him were not his opponents.

Even sooner or later, there are several ways and methods to kill the opponent.

Whether it is a hero or a hero.

The first and most important point is that you live longer than your opponent!

If you die before your opponent.

That is called premature death.

Unfortunately, on this snowy night, on the New Year's Eve of Ming people, they will lose two heroes who have not yet grown up.

Komatsu Jun doesn’t have as many inner dramas as soon as possible.

The young Komatsu Jun, although he was seriously injured on his shoulder, only endless murderous aura in his eyes.

The Japanese sword in Komatsu Jun's hand was dragged behind him, and pieces of snow were scraped through.

Between the two sides, they were so close that they could see the hair on each other's cheeks clearly.

Komatsu Jun dragged the Japanese sword behind him and cut a perfect arc on the ground, bringing a large ball of snowflakes to explode between the two sides.

On one side, sooner or later, Yaosi seized the opportunity.

His figure seemed to have become empty, flashing and flew around to the side.

A Japanese knife tangents towards Zhu Zhanhe's abdomen at a strange angle.

"careful!"

Although he didn't know how the enemy would take action, the young political commissar still keenly noticed a trace of danger. He roared and reminded his comrades beside him, and the knife in his hand pierced into the snowflakes flying in front of him, provoking pieces of sword flowers.

No reason.

Zhu Zhanhe couldn't help but feel palpitations.

The muscles and bones on the back also became tense in an instant, and a drop of sweat oozed out from the forehead and gathered together.

A cold light suddenly appeared.

It pierced deeply into Zhu Zhanhe's eyes, which actually made him feel a little distracted.

"Thief, how dare you hurt my son!"

Like the roar of the overlord Xiaotian, it exploded in the snow forest.

Zhu Zhanhe, who was in a daze, felt a huge force coming from his shoulders that was stimulating.

He flew up in the air like this.

A blood arrow followed him tightly and smacked heavily on his face.

In a trance, Zhu Zhanhe only saw one person appearing in his sight.

Just like the King of Western Chu who stood on the banks of the Wujiang River and shouted to the sky.
Chapter completed!