Yang An didn't expect that the Japanese devil in front of him, who was shorter than him, looked at his face thinner, but when he played the bayonet, he was powerful and powerful.

This was the first time that Yang An had fought with the Japanese devils with real swords and guns. He felt weak inside. He never thought that when he fought, he felt his hands numb, and then he felt a huge force coming. He couldn't hold it with both hands, and it became a natural thing to get out of his hands. The series of feelings that happened in an instant came too quickly and were completely caught off guard.

At this time, Yang An was shocked and retreated quickly. Fortunately, the Japanese devil had turned left because of excessive force, and he didn't care about launching a combo. In this way, Yang An could barely avoid the Japanese devil's attack in this round. He retreated quickly, just two steps back, but he didn't expect to be tripped by the medical box he placed on the ground. He suddenly lost his center of gravity, staggered back several steps, and fell on the ground in a mess. His embarrassed appearance made the two Japanese devils laugh.

"Dog god, fight!"

When Lu Dazhuang saw Yang An, who was thin, blocked him. While cursing, he forced himself to hold up the rifle and struggled to get up. Seeing that Yang An's rifle was lifted away, he faced the Japanese and blocked Yang An in front of him.

The Japanese turned right and stabbed, and the cold bayonet was shining with cold light and hit Lu Dazhuang's chest.

The money was not tall, and his skills in bayonet were indeed good. He fought with the Japanese in front of him for a good deal. However, when he heard the movement behind him, he really couldn't feel at ease. The Japanese found a loophole, and the military uniform and flesh on his waist were cut open, which made him bare his teeth and breathe in pain.

As soon as Lu Dazhuang stepped up, a stabbing-proof push away the Japanese bayonet, but it touched the wound. The pain caused his left hand to spread a rifle, and his right hand struggled to lift the rifle, and with the help of his elbow, he barely let the bayonet face the Japanese in front of him.

The Japanese in front of him shook his head, then pushed away Lu Dazhuang's bayonet, and then stabbed the bayonet directly in the chest. When Lu Dazhuang saw the bayonet flashing in front of his eyes, he knew that he could no longer avoid it, and despair arose in his heart.

"Bow", a gunshot sounded. A bullet hole appeared on the Japanese man's face, and he slowly fell forward. The rifle that Lu Dazhuang swung back was swept across his body. The Japanese man's bayonet slightly deviated from the original direction, but it still stabbed Lu Dazhuang's left shoulder. A severe pain came, and Lu Dazhuang screamed again.

Lu Dazhuang's scream attracted the attention of the Japanese again. His opponent suddenly fell to the ground, which surprised the Japanese. No one knew where the gunshots came, and knocked down Lu Dazhuang's opponent at a critical moment.

"Ba", another gunshot was heard, and the onlookers slowly fell back. At this time, the other Japanese discovered that Yang An, who was sitting on the ground, was firing.

The Japanese saw Yang An before, but did not take this thin doll seriously. What made the Japanese even more suspicious was that Yang An was wearing a military uniform on the upper body, but his lower body was pants from ordinary people, and he doubted whether he was a soldier in the national army. Therefore, after he fell, no one took Yang An with bare hands seriously, so he focused on the wealthy enchantment who was fighting for bayonets and the rising Lu Dazhuang. However, he did not expect that Yang An took out the Southern Fourteen Pistol from somewhere.

The Southern Type 14 pistol was a semi-automatic pistol with 8 bullets. Before the team entered the town, Yang An had loaded it, closed the insurance and placed it in his leather bag. After he fell to the ground, he remembered the pistol in a hurry. He took it out and opened the insurance and fired it. He fired two shots in a row without interference. Both Japanese devils were killed.

A Japanese man saw Yang An killing two of his own people in a row with a Japanese officer's pistol. While shouting "Eight Parameters", he raised his rifle to prepare for shooting. Another Japanese man also rushed towards Yang An with a bayonet.

When Yang An saw that the two Japanese were eyeing him, a hint of panic appeared in an instant.

"Bow", a gunshot sounded. The Japanese who was about to shoot was shot in the abdomen. He screamed with a "ah" and the pain affected his shooting. The Japanese shot shot next to Yang An and shot a string of gravel.

Yang An saw another Japanese approaching, turned his gun and fired three times. The Japanese were shot and screamed, and then fell to the ground with a "thump".

When Yang An turned the muzzle again, the Japanese who was shot in the abdomen pushed the bullets on their faces with anger and was about to aim at Yang An to shoot. The two men pointed their muzzles at their opponents respectively.

"Bow, BOOM", gunshots sounded one after another on both sides.

The Japanese were shot in the abdomen again, and still shot.

Yang An held a gun in both hands and snatched the trigger, and fired the shot first. His index finger in his left hand was holding the wine glass, and held it under the barrel. Because he was eager to shoot, his index finger in his right hand pulled the trigger too hard, and the upper support of his index finger in his left hand still did not balance the force of snatching the trigger downward, causing the gun to go downward, and another shot hit the Japanese in the upper abdomen.

The Japanese were shot again, and the firing was slightly affected again. The bullet he fired almost flew past Yang An's left ear. Yang An clearly felt the disturbance and burning air flow in his ears.

Yang An's pistol hit four Japanese devils in a row, and the Japanese who fought with the wealthy fans became more and more shocked. Yang An used the gun to shoot fast fire with both hands. Every time the gunshots were fired, the nerves of the Japanese devils were touched. When he saw his comrades falling one by one, his fighting will relax again and again, and his mood became uneasy. The most basic requirement for bayonet fighting was concentration. Losing concentration. In this short few seconds, the Japanese devils' routines became unfamiliar and their movements became stiff. When the wealthy fans saw the Japanese devils falling down one by one, they guessed that reinforcements came, and their confidence increased greatly, but they became braver as they fought.

When the masters compete, they often go in one move and half a stance. The mentality of both sides reversed. The wealthy fan found the opponent's empty sect. The two of them missed each other. The wealthy fan, who was prepared, quickly turned around and used the turning momentum to smash the Japanese hard on the back of the neck.

With a crisp "click", the Japanese devils had no time to finish the "ah" scream, and then fell to the ground with their heads hanging down.

The Japanese who shot Yang An was slightly hesitant, feeling that they could no longer seize the opportunity after loading them again. They shouted angrily "Eight Patterns" and rushed forward desperately, trying to stab the damn Chinese in front of them with a knife.

The Japanese hesitation brought him a fatal danger and also gave Yang An a chance. Yang An held his breath, quickly adjusted his posture, and tapped the trigger of the pistol again.

"Bow", with a gunshot, the Japanese shot into the eyebrows and fell forward. Inertia made the Japanese push up with a bayonet. Yang An was shocked, his butt was not moved, and his body leaned right. The bayonet passed through his left arm and body, and the Japanese threw themselves on Yang An.

The last shot Yang An fired was earlier than the last attack from the financial fan. The financial fan didn't know that it was Yang An's shot until the battle ended.

Lu Dazhuang had already pulled the bayonet out of his left shoulder. The pain made him pale, sweat profusely, and he grinned and sucked the air conditioner. He endured the pain and kicked the Japanese who was pressing on Yang An away, and said, "Brother, you saved my life again, and I owe you another life."

Yang An woke up from the thrill just now, and then he felt that because of the force of the bayonet just now, coupled with the continuous fright and high tension, after the danger was eliminated, he felt like he was exhausted all over his body. He supported the ground with his left hand and fell to the ground again. He stood up with the help of Lu Dazhuang.

At this time, when he heard Lu Dazhuang's words, the wealthy fan suddenly understood what was going on. Just now, Yang An fired a gun not only saved Lu Dazhuang's life, but also resolved the crisis and saved his own life. Thinking of this, the wealthy fan looked at Yang An with gratitude. Seeing the Japanese pistol he was holding, thinking of his skillful marksmanship, his eyes were full of admiration.

Yang An stood up, shook his body slightly, and let out a long breath, then he felt his strength recovered a little. At this time, he realized that his palms and backs were sweaty, and his clothes were sweaty all over his body, and he could twist out water.

"It doesn't matter?" Lu Dazhuang asked with concern when he saw Yang An even struggled to stand up.

Yang An shook his head weakly without saying a word.

"Brother Yang An, thank you today!" said the rich man with a smile.

Feeling the kindness and gratitude of the money-loving lover, Yang An really felt that he had no strength to speak, so he smiled faintly, as a response.

Suddenly, a rapid footstep sound came from the alley again, and the faces of the three of them changed drastically when they heard this sound.

The money fan quickly pulled the bolt, "Click...Click...Click" and the shell was thrown away strongly. The bullet was loaded. He raised the muzzle and pointed it at the entrance of the alley. As soon as his muzzle was raised, a yellow figure rushed out of the entrance of the alley.

"Bao", a gunshot hit the Japanese in the cheek, half of their head was shot and fell to the ground.

The Japanese behind saw a ball of flesh and blood flying out with gunshots in front, and looked shocked, but they still ran out of the alley quickly.

At this time, Yang An quickly remembered the Southern Fourteenth Pistol he was holding, and was still in an empty room and the bullets in the magazine had been exhausted. He reached out and touched a live magazine in his leather bag. He saw two Japanese guys running out from behind the fallen Japanese guys. He became more and more nervous and a hint of panic appeared in his hands. He held the live magazine in his hand, and then he found that the empty magazine on the gun had not been removed. He pressed the pistol magazine and crawled with a light "click" sound, and the magazine popped out slightly, but did not fall down.

This is an original design of the 14th pistol in the southern part of the Japanese army, to prevent the magazine from falling off. But this design also has a fatal problem, that is, the magazine must be manually pulled out before the live magazine can be inserted again. This pulling and inserting will take a second or even two seconds. This is tantamount to a fatal design flaw for the fight that is always fought for every second.

There is a difference between the fourteenth pistol magazines in the southern part of the world and the twenty-shot shell guns and the constellation card. Yang An was not used to it and was slightly stunned. However, he saw three Japanese soldiers running out of the alleyway, and his face changed drastically.
Chapter completed!