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Eight hundred and thirteenth chapter escaped prisoners

"Hei Yun, kill them, others look for bunkers and be alert. Geili Literature Network"

"yes."

The moment Lu Yan fell from the top of the mountain, Xiang Yu gave the order. But the distance was too far, so he had to rely on a sniper rifle.

call.

Wu Yun had a cold expression on his face, half-crouched on the ground, and swung his sniper rifle around half a circle.

boom.

Hiss hiss.

On the top of the mountain, a puff of blue smoke immediately appeared from the head of the wild wolf squad leader.

"**, sniper."

"Get down."

Unfortunately, they can't escape.

Bang, bang.

Hiss.

On the top of the mountain, a colorful smoke rose.

"**."

Snapped.

Several Wild Wolf guys took off the camouflage hats on their heads and threw them to the ground. Their faces were full of depression, and they felt like vomiting blood. They came up with such an idea. They thought they would defeat those Chinese soldiers. Who could

Knowing that the result was that they were killed.

Moreover, the outflanking troops from both sides were also discovered, and their plan to ambush was in vain. This meant that they really put this group of Chinese people on the island and gave up the good opportunity to block the beachhead.

.

How can they not be depressed by shooting themselves in the foot?

"**, this is a drill, why are you so desperate?" Yelang's squad leader yelled.

"What I hate the most is fighting with the Chinese. They are all like this. They are brave and fearless of death. What's the point of being a prisoner? You can save your life, and the country will not think of ways to save you. You have to seek death." Another guy also said.

With.

"But captain, the drill you just said is actual combat. Everything needs to be close to reality."

Cough cough cough.

The one was choked so much that he coughed and almost vomited blood.

However, they really can't understand why those Chinese soldiers are so unafraid of death. However, this is normal. After all, their values ​​​​and worldviews are different. After all, this can be distinguished from the national anthems of each country.

When they looked at Lu Yan, who was covered in blood and had many broken bones, being carried away from the bottom of the mountain, they couldn't help showing admiration on their faces. No matter what, they still admired the Chinese man's courage.

And the brave ones, because of this guy, they have indeed fallen into passivity.

Happy reading every day


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