After kicking the broken wooden door, Zhao Hu flashed into the hall and was almost disgusted by the tragic situation inside. He was covered with broken limbs and heartbroken everywhere, and many white slurry splashed on the walls and doors and windows, under the flashing flames, it looked particularly weird and moving!

The lethality is really too strong. Every puppet army and traitor who were shot was pulled into one or two pieces, and a few were interrupted in the middle. They did not die for a while and were still crawling constantly. Their words were filled with desire for the flower world. Unfortunately, their regrets were a little too late. The evil things they had done were finally rewarded, and no one dared to come forward to rescue them yet!

At the same time as Zhao Hu, there were more than a dozen puppet troops outside the room. As soon as they entered the door, they were vomited by the strong bloody smell. Fortunately, Zhao Hu forced himself to hold it back and won a little opportunity!

The battlefield is the battlefield. Sometimes, a second chance will be related to life and death. There is no need to send a message. You are not allowed to beg for mercy, cry, or vomit because no one knows how many bullets will be shot at you in the next second, because even if the battle is over, there will be various cold bullets at any time. The cold gun will take away the life of the distractor!

Look, when Zhao Hu dodged left and right in the hall, and the gunfire in his hand kept spurting out, more than a dozen puppet soldiers were swept down by the rainy bullet before they could even pull the bolts. As they twitched all over, they realized that they were in the killing field, rather than the usual fox-like power!

The action to prevent accidents is very simple. Zhao Hu hurriedly touched the crowd and the pile of corpses, and after putting all the metal equipment into the warehouse, he was no longer afraid of them waving. Even if there were people who pretended to die, he could not fight with him with bare hands, right? He didn't have the courage to measure these Ergouzi!

Young Master Qi was not dead yet. Because he was nervous at the time, he did not lie down like others when he heard the gunshots, but was about to stand on the chair. So a huge bullet broke his right leg. At this time, he was dragging blood marks all the way and crawling desperately towards the bottom of the table, trying to save his life without Zhao Hu seeing it!

"Bang"

Zhao Hu kicked over the table, and Young Master Qi, wearing white leather, suddenly turned his head, with a hint of horror on his face full of surprise, and the legs of his trousers under him were already wet!

"Don't, don't kill me. As long as I let my life go, I can give it to you no matter how much money you want. I know you are Erlang Shen of the Eighth Route Army, but the Eighth Route Army has to have a meal. I tell you, the old man's little property is only one-fifth of the front yard. As long as you let me go, I promise to hand over all the treasures to you afterwards. Even if I do an uprising on the spot? Yes, it's an uprising on the spot. I know, the Eighth Route Army treats prisoners preferentially, right?"

Zhao Hu was stunned and didn't realize that this Xiaobai, who had a pair of big eyebrows, actually knew the policies of the Eighth Route Army very well. Oh, by the way, their family is dedicated to harming our Eighth Route Army. How could they not know our policies?

I didn't have time to pay attention to this guy's nagging, and dragged several relatively complete bodies into sandbag bunkers. A strange-shaped barrel stretched out from the chaotic leg seals. As soon as Young Master Qi turned over his body, he heard a violent sound of "...", and the hot shell suddenly slammed into the face like a storm. A dozen reckless ghosts who rushed in to save the master were strung into blood gourds, lying in and out of the back door!

"What kind of gun is this? Why is it so powerful?"

Young Master Qi asked Zhao Hu in shock despite being scalded and white-faced. Unexpectedly, Zhao Hu pushed his voice back with one sentence: "If you want to survive, find a way!"

"Uh?" Mr. Qi was stunned for a moment, and immediately howled like a pig: "On the door, don't rush in, the young master is in his hands!"

After the footsteps outside the house stopped, he turned his head and said to Zhao Hu: "This hero, my method is feasible?"

Zhao Hu put a bullet box next to the machine gun, then wiped the blood all over his hands, turned his head and smiled grimly, "It's not enough, you have to tell the treasure first, otherwise don't blame me for not recognizing people with three eyes!"

"Ah, are you three eyes? Erlang Shen!"

The sound was trembling with rhythm, and I heard footsteps sounding outside the house again, but it gradually drifted away. It seemed that Zhao Hu's reputation had already spread far away. Everything he heard was frightened and fled in all directions. Although the Qi family had meat to eat, they were dead and could not eat anything. It would be better to watch it first and wait until the situation calmed down before coming!

Master Qi heard it clearly and immediately cursed in anger: "It's all a fool to get out of here, a group of ungrateful wolves who are not well-fried!"

The next second, he immediately turned his head and changed his face: "Erlang Shen, Brother Shen, I was not targeting you just now. They were all these incompetent guys. They usually caused trouble outside under the name of my family. In fact, I still sympathized with the Eighth Route Army. Last month, no, including last month, I saved two Eighth Route Army soldiers from the old man. Please explain this to the above, we are in Cao's camp, no, Qi's camp, and our hearts are in the Han!"

Zhao Hu didn't have time to listen to him? His face turned rough, and the third eye between his eyebrows suddenly appeared to open, which scared Young Master Qi to wave his hands repeatedly: "Don't, don't kill me, I'll tell you where to hide the treasure, just under the floor beneath you, but you have to lift the floor first and dig off the floating soil on it, but my legs..."

Zhao Hu was too lazy to argue with him. After throwing away the bloody corpse, he found a bayonet to push the floor. After lifting it, it was indeed full of new soil. After tugging it, half of the altar mouth soon appeared underground!

Seeing the jar, Master Qi was more anxious than Zhao Hu. His face, which was tortured by pain, contained a smile: "Yes, it's this jar. I saw the old man asking them to dig it yesterday. If you open the lid, it's all yellow croaker inside. Oh, it's just gold bars. It's a whole jar, it's enough for Guijun to eat and drink for a year and don't have to worry about..."

Zhao Hu reached out and pressed the mouth of the altar, but there was no next move. He was so anxious that Young Master Qi was sweating. He originally wanted to induce him, but Zhao Hu looked at him with a look of badness, and immediately swallowed all the words behind him: "I, I just want to compete with the Eighth Route Army, no, no other meaning!"

"Oh? No other meaning?"

Hearing this, Zhao Hu laughed instead: "What does the grenade held under the mouth of the jar mean? Are you afraid that our Eighth Route Army will not have enough weapons, so you took the initiative to hand over it?"

"Uh? I, yes, I want to take the initiative to hand over the weapons and ammunition to the Eighth Route Army. And there are really gold bars underneath, but there are no grenades!"

Young Master Qi knew that Zhao Hu had a bad expression, but he was still preparing to take a gamble, because he clearly saw that Zhao Hu had not lifted the lid and had no perspective eyes, how could he know what was placed under the jar? He must be cheating on himself!

Seeing this guy never repent, and the sound of whistles sounded on the street, Zhao Hu no longer wanted to be nonsense with him. No matter what was in the jar, he just transported them into the space first and cleaned up when he had time, because from the weight point of view, the one inside must be yellow goods, and he can't go into the treasure mountain and go back empty-handed.

Young Master Qi originally wanted to watch Zhao Hu disappear, but in the blink of an eye, the jar in the pit had disappeared. Not only that, a big pit suddenly appeared in the middle of the room, and the sand around it was rolling downwards!

"What's going on, ah!"

Zhao Hu kicked Master Qi into the big pit with a kick. He took dozens of jars and explosives and treasures inside and ran to the backyard. As for the pits in front, he didn't want to move. He guessed it with his butt. He knew that it was the hook used by Master Qi to attract the Eighth Route Army. There was nothing else except mines and gunpowder. But I guess the Japanese don't know this thing. When they come in a while, they will definitely blow up a large piece of it!
Chapter completed!