All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 5, I Don't Treat People as Little Brothers
After killing and scattering the enemies, the first battalion advanced 500 meters in one breath, fulfilling Li Yunlong's set requirements.

However, the Japanese headquarters that was supposed to be attacked has already been blown up by others.

"Captain, what should I do?"

Wang Chengzhu was originally nervous about how to shoot accurately. Now, he can't blow up the headquarters that has already been bombed again!

Li Yunlong held up his binoculars and looked at the hill where the headquarters was located.

The headquarters of the Japanese army has been bombed. If the old boy Sakata is not dead, he must have run away.

It looks like he should be dead.

Otherwise the enemy wouldn't be so crazy.

Below the headquarters, the person who caused the explosion seemed to be still alive. He was like a magnet, attracting enemies to surge upward from all directions.

"The little devil's headquarters must have given way. Now the positions are out of order. Continue to rush with me."

Li Yunlong is very good at grasping the opportunities on the battlefield. He stood up and waved his sword, and rushed to the enemy first.

"Kill me!"

Zhang Dabiao was waiting for this order, shouted loudly, and rushed to the front with great strides.

The soldiers followed closely behind, and followed the two of them to kill the enemy.

……

"Mom, why don't you come, I'm going to die!"

Chen Hao scolded people anxiously.

Before the action, he had tried his best to overestimate the reaction of the Japanese army.But when he actually encountered it, he realized that he still underestimated.

Dozens, hundreds of people wanted his life.

Three or eight large covers for single-shot shooting, one or two are not powerful, dozens or hundreds of them!
It can also play a suppressive effect, coupled with light and heavy machine guns, even if Chen Hao keeps shifting positions, he basically has no chance to show himself.

It is thanks to a legendary shooting skill that he learned in the Middle East—faith shooting—that he can keep the Japanese army at the bottom of the hill alive until now.

Stretch the gun out of the bunker, pull the trigger and shoot at random. Whether the bullet hits or not depends on the protection of the gods.

"Amitabha, God bless."

Stretch out the ak, pull the trigger and fire a magazine indiscriminately, then throw a grenade, move to the next position, and so on.

The hit rate of this style of play is naturally very poor, and it consumes a lot of bullets.

But are bullets a problem for an arms dealer?

The problem is that Chen Hao can't drive a few nails by himself after all. The Japanese are determined to kill him, so they slowly climb over even if they crawl.

The grenade fell to his feet with a grunt, and Chen Hao covered the corpse next to him with his backhand, and threw himself to the other side.

The shock wave of the explosion made people numb all over.

Chen Hao was almost desperate, the enemy could throw a grenade in.Then there is no need to do anything else, throwing a dozen of them will definitely kill him.

"Damn it, Li Yunlong, come quickly, if you don't come, I will die, and you will lose the great opportunity!"

While swearing, he threw grenades outside. It is definitely not his style to sit and wait for death.

The five-dollar RGD-5, one after another, almost non-stop, Chen Hao threw out more grenades in a year than today.

I don't know how long it took, anyway, there were already several empty boxes on the ground, and Chen Hao didn't wait for a bunch of flying grenades.

Instead, they heard friendly shouts of killing.

"Kill!"

"Come on!"

He peeked out his head and saw a large group of Eighth Route Army rushing up. The Japanese soldiers who had besieged him had few casualties or wounded.

Chen Hao leaned on the sandbag and let out a long sigh of relief: "Mom, it's finally here."

When he was a mercenary in the Middle East, he was never as dangerous as he is today.

The enemy is attacking from all directions, and there is no companion to share the pressure, so you can only fight alone.

Every minute and every second is suffering, and I don't know when I will die.

"Hands up, hand in your gun and don't kill."

Chen Hao, who hadn't recovered from being pointed at by a Chinese standard rifle equipped with a bayonet, looked at the dark faces of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, dumbfounded.

"Is this how you treat friendly troops? Fortunately, I also blew up the devil's headquarters and helped you attract firepower."

"Aren't you a Japanese devil?"

The little soldier was a little confused. One was wearing the uniform of the Japanese devils, saying that he was not the Japanese devils, but that he was helping them fight.

Li Yunlong passing by looked Chen Hao up and down, he was a very energetic young man.

"Let him come over."

Li Yunlong went straight to the tent of the headquarters, that old devil Sakata was his first target.

In the collapsed tent, corpses were scattered all over the place.

Zhang Dabiao stepped forward and turned the lying body over. The epaulettes and collar badges can prove the identity of an officer.

His hands were trembling, and his heart was full of excitement: "Commander, this is Sakata, the old devil was killed, we made a lot of money."

The captain of the Sakata Alliance, the rank of Dazuo, is already a big target that can be counted.

Arranged according to the rank of the Japanese soldiers killed by the Eighth Route Army, this person is also enough to rank in the top ten.

"Yes, Sakata is dead, but unfortunately we didn't kill him." Li Yunlong was not very happy, but felt a little regretful.

Sakata was the target he wanted to kill, and they all started to act, only to find that they were beaten to death by others.

It's like a young man chasing a goddess, ready to confess, only to find out that the girl has been snatched away by another man.

Can you not regret it?
"It's easy to say!"

Chen Hao lit a cigarette, "Without your cooperation, even if I beat him to death, I would have to die myself. The Japanese army's headquarters can be regarded as our joint destruction."

Everyone looked at him with surprise, curiosity, and doubt.

When the troops came up, they all saw the large group of Japanese troops besieging the small hill.

It is amazing that a person has survived the attack of hundreds of Japanese troops to this day.

Chen Hao has experienced a lot of situations like this, so he doesn't care at all, "I'm Chen Hao, an arms dealer, and I'm on your side now. If you want to buy arms, you can find me. It's good and cheap."

Arms dealers, Li Yunlong has heard of them, the arms dealers who do not do much business, sell guns, bullets and grenades.

A powerful arms dealer who can get out cannon shells and resell them.It is often the result of the collusion of the logistics department of the Central Army.

The Eighth Route Army had dealt with such people, but because the Eighth Route Army had no money in their pockets, not many deals were made.

"Li Yunlong, head of the New First Regiment of the Eighth Route Army."

He looked up and down: "You don't look like an arms dealer, but a fighter. You fought well, and you can mix with me in the future."

Chen Hao took a sharp puff of cigarette, "I don't want to be someone's younger brother, we can be partners, and I can sell you arms.

With my arms, keep your gods to block and kill the gods and Buddhas to block and kill the Buddhas, just let the Japanese under your feet lie down in minutes. "

"Interesting." Li Yunlong looked at Chen Hao more and more appreciatively, the more capable a person is, the more tempered he is.

Ordinary people, on the contrary, he looks down on them!

"Regimental Leader." Zhang Dabiao reminded aloud that this is not a place to talk, if you want to talk, you have to wait until you break through.

"Okay, let's talk after we break through."

Li Yunlong waved at the soldiers around him, "Follow me."

Everyone followed, leaving only two soldiers, collecting the spoils on the ground.

The command knives worn by Japanese officers are all good things that money cannot buy.

Chen Hao: "That brother, lend me your hat."

The little soldier turned to look at him, his eyes full of doubts.

"Wearing such a devil's skin, I am afraid that my brothers will shoot me behind the back with bad eyesight. Wear your hat to prove your identity."

As Chen Hao said, he took off the coat on his upper body, leaving only the shirt inside.

Reaching out the Eighth Route Army hat handed over by the soldier, he thanked him, carried a bazooka on his back, and chased after Li Yunlong with an AK on his shoulder.

Breaking through and killing Sakata is only the first step, and the situation behind is still not optimistic.

(End of this chapter)