"Your uncle, you run faster than a rabbit, I'm so exhausted..."

After a series of high-intensity battles, the fat man's physical strength was already bottomed out. He was exhausted before he could catch up with a few steps. In a helpless manner, he suddenly heard a "ping-ping-pound" gunshot. The escaped puppet troops fell down instantly. The fat man hurriedly threw himself down to avoid stray bullets. The direction of the gunshots actually came from behind him. He turned his head and saw this group of more than ten people chasing the puppet troops and firing guns.

The person running in the front was the National Military Academy officer who had just knocked the fat man out of nowhere. He chased with a Czech machine gun while chasing. He had excellent shooting skills and slow running puppet troops were knocked down by him.

"Battlefield Commander Zhang, don't chase the enemy, and fight back to the death with the vowel army!" A man in the Eighth Route Army uniform had a mullet gun inserted between his waist. He took the 38th Style from the fat man and raised the gun and fired it. His shooting skills were also good. He solved the puppet army with one shot, and then he shouted to the battalion commander of the National Army who was rushing in front.

"Brothers of the National Army obey the orders, chase me to death and kill all these two Japanese devils!" Battalion Commander Zhang replied loudly, keeping the advice of the Eighth Route Army as he heard of, and led several national soldiers to continue pursuing the fleeing puppet troops with Czech machine guns.

The Eighth Route Army shook his head and smiled bitterly, lowered his head and was about to talk to the fat man, but he was suddenly shocked and moved so quickly! The fat man actually got up without him noticing it, pulled out the puppet army's corpse, put it on himself, and then he started to search the Japanese corpse.

"Little brother, are you a noble surname?" The Eighth Route Army had a kind smile on his face, and looked at the fat man with bright eyes, as if he had seen a treasure.

The fat man continued to search for things on the Japanese, but he didn't miss him. Finally, he found a kettle and dry food, and sat on the ground and started eating and drinking.

The Eighth Route Army made a boring joke, but the guard next to him scolded the fat man: "Why are you so rude? This is the leader of our independent regiment. Even if the commander of the teacher meets him, he will be polite. What kind of thing are you, and you won't even answer?"

The fat man continued to refuse to bird him with food and drink his own.

"Xiao Li, why are you so rude? Didn't you see that the commander of this regiment is communicating with this little brother? Go, send me orders to let the soldiers clean the battlefield, and you can't let go of anything. This is Yishui's 38 style!" Commander Ma turned his head and glared at his guard and scolded him.

"Captain..." Xiao Li felt wronged. The fat man showed a cold butt to Captain Ma. He stood up for Captain Ma and scolded him. Who would he provoke whom?

"Get out, if you don't get out, I will transfer you back to the third group immediately!" Captain Zhang stared at Xiao Li.

When Xiao Li heard this, his face froze, his face was full of dissatisfaction, and he went to pass the order in a frustration.

"Hehe." Captain Ma squatted beside the fat man with his chin, and had nothing to say, "Little brother, the marksmanship is good, who did you learn the gun from?"

The fat man raised his head and drank water, and continued to stop birding him.

"Little brother, do you want to join our team to fight the Japanese, the Eighth Route Army?" Captain Ma was shameless and tried hard to fight.

The fat man's headshot was shot, the way to bury the trick, how to hit 600 meters, and how to hit 500 meters... Although Captain Ma did not come to the scene at the first time, he inferred from the positions of the corpses of the Japanese and the puppet army that this fat man was definitely a genius who had close forces.

The person he likes is bound to get right and wrong. With this fat man's ability, it is not an exaggeration to be the leader of the group. He must be brought over. This fat man was born for the battlefield.

"No!" The fat man finished drinking the water and answered decisively.

"Why?" Captain Ma was stunned.

"What are you eating at the Eighth Route Army? You can't sleep and you have to fuck you. You have to stand guard and wait for a girl. You have to ask the organization to approve a team like this. I'll be tired of such a team!" The fat man had long hated the army. In order to fuck you, he was punished a lot of punishment for standing guard and standing guard and picking up girls. If the special forces brigade had not seen him make many contributions, he would have kicked him out of the army.

"Ahem..." Commander Ma of course knew what the Eighth Route Army had eaten. In order to capture this genius who was close to each other, Commander Ma decided to cheat people once: "Don't worry, you won't let you go even if you go out for work and stand guard. As long as you come, you will have meat every meal. But what is picking up girls? What are you upset about staying there?"

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." The fat man couldn't explain the word "picking up girls" for a while, so he stood up and walked to the side. The Kuomintang army was the first target of his resignation. "picking up girls" was in the Eighth Route Army. He said that it was a serious trick to tease good women, and said that it was a mess with relationships between men and women, which was all a word of death.

"I'm so annoyed to stay here long ago." The fat man couldn't explain it even more.

"Little brother, do you think about it again?" Captain Ma hurriedly followed him with a shameless face. He was undead until the Yellow River, but he was still undead when the Yellow River was undead.

"No consideration!" The fat man moved his butt again, waiting for the national army.

"Little brother, as long as you come here, you will be the battalion commander, how about it?" Commander Ma followed him as if he insisted that Qingshan would not relax and said with a smile.

"Not rare!" The fat man moved his butt again, and he had to keep a distance from the Eighth Route Army anyway.

"Hey, I said, don't be ungrateful. I'm still the first regiment commander. Do you still want to be the regiment commander?" Captain Ma smiled angrily and followed him.

"Tsk, the commander is too young, let me be the commander before you can tell me." The fat man stood up, patted his butt, and hurriedly walked away to keep a distance from Commander Ma.

"Teacher Commander..." Commander Ma caught him blindly. This fat man was simply indifferent to salt and oil. He was tempted by high officials and generous salaries. Could it be... Commander Ma slapped his thighs, as if he had thought of something, and looked at the fat man's wretched fat face with a bright look. He nodded mysteriously, making the fat man wonder.

"Little brother, wait for me, you must wait for me to come back!" Captain Ma ran deep into the woods, and his back disappeared in the woods for a while.

"Turnful!" The fat man curled his lips and muttered, and then began to find out if there were 98K rifle bullets in the puppet army's corpse. Unfortunately, he searched all over the battlefield but found no 98K ammunition. It seemed that the bullets that sniped 98K could not be replenished. He only collected 20 sounds and Type 38 bullets, and then cleaned up the Japanese grenades.

He was not greedy either, because he carried too many bullets and too heavy. With his painful physical strength, he brought too many bullets and grenades was a burden.

One hundred Type 38 bullets, one hundred 20-image bullets, thirty sniper 98K bullets, five grenades, and they collected a fat Japanese bullet belt and put them all in. After doing all this, leaned against the tree, sat on the floor and ordered a Hard Gate for himself, watching the Eighth Route Army soldiers clean the battlefield.
Chapter completed!