History’s Strongest Shopkeeper

Jingwu Chen Zhenshi, September 1937, the battlefield of Shanghai and Shanghai.

At first glance, the black smoke is rolling, the sky is covered, the wall is broken, and the wreckage is endless. There are corpses, blood and sea, screams, guns, and sounds.

In this Sino-Japanese war, the national army Chen Bing was more than 600,000, and the Japanese army gathered about 200,000 troops. The two sides have fought for more than a month.

Neither the Japanese army nor the national army found out that in the position of the national army and the position of the Japanese army, thousands of people were added in proportion to three to one.

"Boom~"

The shells of a light cruiser were on the ground of a battalion of the National Army. At least nearly a hundred people were killed in an instant, and more than 100 people were seriously injured or fainted.

"Is this my weapon?"

Panlongda World Hongmeng was wearing a ruined military uniform. The military uniform was completely stained with dark red blood. It was not seen that it was the Central Army or the military uniform of the local miscellaneous army.

Panlongda World Hongjun looked up and saw the densely packed plane in the sky. He looked at the rifle that was polished in his hand. It was a relatively famous equipment among the national army. A rifle with a long history was made by Han Yang, and the face became Stiff up.

Slightly adapted to his weak body, Hong Meng gently pulled the bolt and looked at the only two bullets inside, the facial muscles could not help but shake a few times, and then could not help but close his eyes.

Although Wanjielou sealed them as ordinary people, they did not break their connection with the magic mobile phone. They now know almost what kind of hell-level copy they have entered.

I just didn't think of it. I only gave him a handful of Hanyang, and there were only two bullets.

"Envy ah~"

The stars on the side become bigger and the world is secluded, and the tone is full of envy and hate.

There is only one wide-backed knife in his hand. If he is a perfect knife, he will not say anything. How can there be a big knife with a wide-knife blade? Can such a knife hack people?

"I saw a lot of weapons in your hands, and my mood suddenly improved a lot."

The stars hiding in the tunnels have become bigger and the world is smirking.

He has a formal rifle in his hand. The gun is more advanced than Hanyang. Moreover, he has a bullet more than Panlong’s world, and he has something to complain about.

"How is this going?"

Panlongda World lei took a kitchen knife in his hand, his body curled up under the position, and he did not dare to take the lead.

The corners of his eyes can clearly see the regular army around him, and almost every minute is dead.

Although I don't want to admit it, the Panlong World lei also knows that the Japanese army of the other side is much stronger than the national army of their side, whether it is equipment or elite.

“Hey! Congratulations to Wanfenglou customers for their success!”

Just as the customers in Wanjielou complained about the indescribable weapons in their hands, a clear reminder sounded in the ear, accompanied by impassioned music.

"Get it so fast!"

Among the pits of the position, Tongtianjiao's brows were wrinkled and covered with black lines. He was constantly pulling the bolts made by Hanyang in his hand, adapting to the weak body and the worn-out weapons. He suddenly heard the reminder from his ear, and his face was ugly.

He not only has to adapt to the weak and weak body, but also adapts to the old and unbearable weapons. Compared with some regular soldiers from the technological world, the strength gap between the two sides is too great.

“I always feel a little unsafe, and I dig a digging below.”

Looking at the body of a national army that was blown up by a bomb, Yuan Shi Tian Zun couldn't help but tremble. He quickly shoveled his hand and bent over to dig deep into the tunnel.

Losing a strong strength, he has no sense of security at all. He always feels that the tunnel of the position is too shallow, and he can't wait to dig a 100-meter deep tunnel and hide underneath.

"Nvwa Sister, can you lend me your weapon?"

The prospective evangelist had only one wooden stick with a thick arm and looked at the Czech machine gun in the hands of the son-in-law. He almost drooled.

The firepower of the Japanese army is so powerful. There are planes, cannons, and warships. It is very likely that there will be no close combat. The national army’s weapons are so bad, and it is even more impossible to take the initiative to attack. How can he kill the enemy with only one wooden stick?

The son-in-law clung to the Czech machine gun and suddenly lost her powerful strength. Only the only weapon in her hand made her feel a little safe.

"Hey! The Alliance of Western Gods is completely annihilated!"

On the public platform of the World Wide Web, the number of deaths is increasing. However, they are all intermittent deaths. The reminder that suddenly calms for a long time is ringing again.

The Western Alliance of Gods is a connected world of Wanjielou, an alliance of Western gods and Western powerhouses.

They thought that they would use the identity of the Americans to mix in Japanese positions and use the bomb to harvest a wave of enemies. Who knows that they were directly shot by Japanese people with machine guns.

"Quickly separated, our goal is too obvious."

Shaolin Temple Buddhism teaches to see the Shaolin Temple Buddhism is constantly being headshot, especially when the sound of the game reminder sounds, hurriedly shouted.

They were only attacked by the Japanese infantry. However, when they heard that the Western Alliance of Gods was all killed, he thought that he was bombed and killed. Only then did the Japanese aviation in the sky find a piece of whiteness below and drop the bomb.

"We can't always hide like this?"

The stone scorpion is topped with the body of a Japanese army. From time to time, he looks at the Japanese position and looks ugly. They are almost suppressed by the other person.

This made him feel too stuffy.

"Everyone listens to the order! After ten minutes of command, the commander initiates a general attack and retakes the lost position. If the enemy is afraid, the superintendent will be directly engaged in the military law."

At this moment, a trail was heard behind all the positions, and at the rear of the position, a central army armed with weapons aimed at the position and looked cold.

Everyone in Wanjielou, "······".

"Dududu········"

With the sound of the charge, the national army of all the positions of the land, nesting out of the sky, like the ant colony, the former servant rushed toward the Japanese position.

In addition to the customers of the Huaxia Department, everyone in Wanjielou rushed up, and everyone else was reluctant.

There are planes above, there are warships in the sea, and there are countless Japanese troops on the Japanese positions who are madly pulling the trigger. This is simply walking in the rain of bullets. Whether you can survive or not depends entirely on luck.

"Teacher, you are behind us."

Jiang Yan, Xiaoyao Tianzun, Piao Yu Tian Zun and others carried all kinds of old rifles, blocking them in front of Hongmeng, Lin Meng and others, slowly advancing.

This time in the ‘Supreme Glory’ campaign, they can pass the customs, it doesn’t matter. If Lin Meng and Hong Meng can pass the customs, they may break through the bottleneck of the ten-level intermediate peak and become the ten-order high-level realm.

"Finally rushed to the position!"

In succession, there were two people, namely, Happy Tianzun and Feiyu Tianzun. Hongmeng and other talents rushed to the position and handed over to the Japanese soldiers.

"idiot!"

A Japanese army screamed at the Panlong Dazhong Hongmen with a three-eighth rifle and rushed over.

Panlong big world Hongmeng heard, his brow wrinkled, his eyes flashed cold, and the front greeted him. He was not afraid of these Japanese troops in melee.

"I am Nima, you Japanese devils are waiting, and when the event is over, you will kill all the Japanese devils who can kill."

Not far away, Song Huizong Zhao Wei’s stomach was worn by a Japanese army, lying on the ground, screaming and cursing.

Sun Wukong and Yue Fei basically protected them from eight people. Even if Yue Fei rescued him in time, he was slashed and almost died.

In order to be relatively fair, all the injuries will be applied to the customer's nerves of Wanjielou as a real injury.

It can be imagined that the spoiled Song Huizong Zhao Wei was so painful, how much hate the Japanese devil who gave him a knife.

"I am! I want to destroy Japan."

On the top of the Wanjie Mall, the monster Gorzan, who was sent out by the silver light column, looked pale and resentful.

He really did not think that he was killed by a Japanese soldier with stones. He would never forget the bloodthirsty face.

Gorzan is a monster, the body has become a human being, and it is difficult to adapt to firearms and melee.

He was lucky enough to run to the position. As a result, he was riding on the ground by a Japanese soldier. He was a mammoth. He did not know where the Japanese soldiers touched a stone and killed him.

"You are dead too?"

"You are dead too?"

"How did you die?"

"Cough, cough, ······ Still not saying this?"

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On the Wanjie Mall Square, it is less than ten minutes from the melee. www.readwn.com~ Wanjielou customers have already fallen more than half.

However, most of the Wanjielou customers were not killed in the melee, and most of them were killed in the assault and died under the guns.

Because Wanxianglou customers have experience in cultivation, although they are sealed for ordinary people, some ordinary moves can still remember that when they get close to me, they have the upper hand.

"It's too difficult. I don't know if the teacher can support it until the end."

On the square of Wanjie Mall, there are too many customers in the Wanjie Building to die.

The survivability on the battlefield has little to do with the strength of the customers of Wanjielou.

Instead, like the cold front of the wolf world, Jiuding remembers the world Teng Qingshan, the captain of the United States is more capable of surviving on the battlefield.

They have participated in such a similar battlefield and are well aware of the survivability on the battlefield.

"Help me find the countries in the world connected by the Wanjie Building. What countries have a war with Japan? I will fund their spaceships, atomic bombs, laser weapons, and give them to me."

Many customers in Wanjielou are hysterical.

The realm of the strength of many of them has touched the barrier that broke through to the next realm. This time, the supreme glory is the opportunity for them to break through to the next realm.

Now they have been obliterated by the Japanese army. They can't blame the copy of the Wanjie Building. It is too difficult to blame the Japanese.

"To send troops, send troops to me now, and the slaves of the whole country will be provided by the island nation."

Under the silver light column, two more figures appeared. Song Huizong Zhao Wei and Zhengde Emperor Zhu Houzhao angered.

Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty was killed by a knife. The Zhengde Emperor Zhu Houzhao was directly killed by a bomb.

Zhou Yang, "·······".

This has nothing to do with me!