"This... is so fucking." A tall Manchu spy looked at Hong Shan's body and couldn't help but curse.

"The captain is dead, what should we do?" A spy looked around with lingering fear, fearing that another bullet would fly over.

The eight or nine spies around looked at each other, and no one spoke. The unexpected blow made their morale very low.

"Then let's go to Mengcun first and let the self-defense regiment drive the car to clean up." A small leader took a look and made a decision.

"There will be five or six miles away. Let's go quickly!" A small spy shrank his neck and urged.

"Are you foolish Wang Busi? You won't leave after killing someone." The little leader scolded him, but his hands and feet kept picking up his bicycle and riding it. This place really makes people feel uncomfortable. Let's hurry to Mengcun first!

Wu Ming looked at his watch, shook his head with his lips and raised his gun again, "It's almost two hours before he came here. This movement is really slow enough."

Next to the earthen road was a wooden stick about half a person high, which was the reference object set by Wu Ming. Although it was a bit abrupt on the empty road, it did not attract the attention of the spies who were busy on the road.

The spy leader was pedaling the car hard, wishing he could arrive at Mengcun immediately, and the whistling sound of wind blew past his ears.

Wu Ming's gun rang, and the little leader fell to the ground with his car, red blood and white brain matter gushed out from behind his head.

The spies following behind were shocked, threw their bicycles all over the floor, exclaimed, and rolled and crawled to the small ditch on both sides of the road to hide.

"Boom", "Boom", two explosions sounded one after another on one side of the road, snow and soil flying up, mixed with the screams of spies.

"Don't you know the male and female right?" Wu Ming quickly changed the place, smiling wickedly, "It's so bad. Both grenades hit, why didn't one of the ones there?"

The explosion passed for a long time, and the surroundings were silent. Although the spies were lying on the ground without saying a word, their patience had reached its limit under the continuous blows.

"Wang Busi, are you still fucking over?" A spy lay on the ground and shouted loudly, firing twice with a slut, venting the depression and fear in his heart.

The cold wind is still blowing slowly, occasionally bringing up snow dust on the ground.

After a long period of silence, a spy finally couldn't help but thrust his already stiff body just now. With a gunshot, a bullet hit the spy's head with an extremely accurate accuracy.

Wu Mingmu pulled the bolt expressionlessly, moved his body gently, and changed to a slightly farther place.

"Han Laosi, how many people are there?" A spy shouted at the other side of the Tudao.

"Han Laosi was killed by the bombing, and I have only two people left here." A spy replied in a trembling voice across the earth.

"Damn it." The spy beat the cold snow hard, turned his head and glanced at the only three spies around him, and then shouted loudly: "Let's fight, everyone, if you continue to waste this, no one can survive."

After a while of silence, the spy opposite responded loudly: "Brother Jia, how do you think you are fighting?"

"Enter the guns are all bullets, I shout one, two, three, and everyone rushed up to the woods ahead." The spy called Jia Ge checked his wrecked shell gun and shouted, "Wang Busi is just one person, so we can't kill us all at once. Let's use the tactics of the sea of ​​people and shoot guns at once to kill this bastard."

The spy opposite seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally replied: "Listen to you, life and death are all in peace, fight for it!"

Listening to the spies' arrangement of tactics, Wu Ming laughed, pulled out the two thrust shell guns on his body, checked them, threw them one left and one right a few meters away, and put his eyes closer to the scope, "Come on! The sunlight is just right, it's good not to blind your eyes, let you see my quick gun shooting."

"One, two, three, rush!" The spies shouted in unison, got up, rushed to the earth path, and rushed towards Wu Ming's hiding place. The mullet guns in their hands kept firing, bullets flew everywhere, and branches were flying, and balls of snow mist filled the air.

Yes, the gunshots of the 38th Gats sounded, and a spy fell to the ground like a broken wood.

The Manchu spies were indeed very strong in combat. Without any hesitation, they crossed their companions' bodies and shot forward even more frantically.

Wow, a blood flower burst out from the head of the spy who rushed to the front, and staggered for a moment, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The spies ran over a distance of more than 200 meters, left three corpses, and finally entered the effective range of the wreck gun.

Wu Ming threw down his spear and rolled on the ground, avoiding the bullets that were being fired, grabbed the mullet gun on the ground, and flipped backwards, rolling and firing fiercely. After twenty bullets, two spies were shot and fell to the ground. Wu Ming rolled to the next side of another mullet, raised his hand and swung it again, and the bullets roared out of the muzzle. The only spy left was shaking like a sudden electric shock, and was knocked into a sieve.

"It's over." Wu Ming breathed a long sigh, and re-built the waffle gun. He stood up with a sniper rifle on his back.

A spy who fell to the ground with a knee broken by a bullet was gritting his teeth and loading bullets into the pistol, while looking at Wu Ming who was walking over.

Wu Ming raised his hand and fired a shot, breaking the spy's arm.

"Give me some fun." The spy named Jia Ge was very stubborn and said with a deep breath.

Wu Ming slowly picked up the spies' pistols and bullets, put them in his backpack, walked slowly over, looked at the tall spy coldly, pulled out the dagger, and asked coldly, "Where is Hongshan?"

"Captain Hong, wasn't you killed by you bastard? You're going to use a knife, okay, I'm going to frown, that's what my mother raised." Brother Jia stared at Wu Ming with a resentful look, "Fuck you... wu... wu."

Wu Ming's eyes flashed with a cold light, and the dagger slashed across Brother Jia's stinky mouth. The corners of his mouth were wide open to his cheeks, and blood and saliva flowed out. Brother Jia covered his big "mouth" that had expanded more than twice as big as possible with his hands.

Wu Ming narrowed his eyes and looked at Brother Jia with interest, and nodded with satisfaction, "You bastards who have forgotten their ancestors are originally jumping clowns. They look good and are quite happy."

After saying that, he picked up Brother Jia's pistol and walked slowly towards the distance.

"Tell Kobayashi Yiguang, don't bother looking for me anymore, let him wash his neck, and wait for me to find him!" Wu Ming suddenly stopped, and a cold voice drifted over with the cold wind, "Go back and take a wheelchair and go around the city more, so that those spies and traitors can see what you look like, and this is the end for the Japanese to work hard."
Chapter completed!