"Baga!"

"waste!"

Miyamoto Naoki's face was a little unhooked.

Two Japanese cavalrymen were dispatched in succession to fight against the opponent, but neither of them won? Both were cleanly killed by the opponent?

When did Sun Desheng become so powerful? Why didn’t he feel it before?

He looked at Peng Hu with a squinted look. His eyes were very bad.

Is this bastard deliberately digging a trap for himself?

Damn it!

All Chinese people are pigs!

It must be to make the other party pay the price!

"Peng Hu!"

"Your sending someone!"

Miyamoto Naoki said angrily.

Peng Hu complained secretly inside, but he did not dare to disobey.

Looking back at the horse thieves, I saw who was Sun Desheng's opponent. Fortunately, someone stood up immediately.

"I'll go!" said a triangular horse thief.

"Chen Laoba, you are still good!" Peng Hu hurriedly encouraged, "Kill him and give you five hundred oceans!"

"Okay! You'll prepare the ocean!" Chen Laoba jumped out of the horse.

He also held a knife in his hand.

Not a pure saber. It's a machete.

This kind of knife is the most used by the 29th Army's big sword team. It is heavy and sharp.

During the Great Wall War, many Japanese were suffering from the machete. They slashed them with one knife and directly chopped the Japanese and their guns into two pieces.

However, if you use this machete on a horse's back, there seems to be something wrong.

After all, it is heavy. It is not good for slashing.

"Can you do it?" Sure enough, Peng Hu was also a little suspicious.

"Look at it! I will split him and his men and war horses in half!" Chen Laoba was full of confidence and jumped out of the horse.

Peng Hu frowned secretly.

He felt that things were not that optimistic. He was afraid that Chen Laoba would be too happy too early.

However, at this time, he would definitely not remind Chen Laoba, nor would he stop him. What if Chen Laoba really could kill the other party? Wouldn't it be a great achievement? If he dies, there will be no loss...

Another three hundred meters away.

Both sides looked at each other coldly.

It started suddenly.

"drive!"

"drive!"

Two war horses galloped and hedged.

This time, Yang Yue did not close his eyes. He looked down on the Chen Laoba.

Isn’t he just a horse thief? How capable can he have? Compared with the well-equipped and trained Japanese cavalry, he is a completely rookie!

Sure enough, both sides passed by.

There was almost no sound.

Sun Desheng continued to rush forward.

The horse thief also continued to rush forward.

After a moment...

Sun Desheng slowly truces the horse.

The horse thief continued to rush forward and rushed to Yang Yue.

Yang Yue reached out to pull the reins and looked at the horse thief carefully. In fact, there was not much wound. He was cut on his neck and his trachea was cut.

I can't help but complain secretly.

This Sun Desheng is really.

You might as well just cut off the other party’s head with one knife!

Why just a light cut to cut someone else's trachea? Is this kind of technical show-off very dangerous, okay?

It must be the easiest way to kill the enemy most effectively.

Any flower-like style is a waste.

It may even bring danger to yourself.

I have to turn around and hit Sun Desheng.

Don't work hard to upgrade his equipment, he will kill himself instead.

How worth it!

If you can live until 1955, at least you will have the rank of colonel!

Push hard.

Push the horse thief off the horse and pull the war horse over.

Well, his current role is specifically responsible for collecting equipment. It is mainly war horses. The more the better.

The cavalry battalion of Wanjia Town, five hundred war horses, were given to the brigade commander. When Li Yunlong knew about it, he would definitely have to talk to him. If he didn't find a way to get him a hundred or dozens of horses to compensate him, he would probably turn against him.

You kid climbed to the brigade commander, and you looked down on me, the commander, right? Get out! Get out as far as you can!

With Li Yunlong's temperament, he can definitely scold him.

Lao Li is just a mean mouth, speaks sarcastically, and offends people if he accidentally does not.

In the war era, no one may do anything to you. But once peace comes, his shortcomings will be infinitely magnified.

"Ding Dong!"

"Sun Desheng completed the three kills!"

"You get a special reward: 1500 rounds of 7.92mm Mauser rifle bullets."

"This reward belongs to others. You cannot pick it up..."

The system prompts are late.

Yang Yue finally calmed down.

Sun Desheng, ox!

He is worthy of being the No. 1 cavalry company commander!

Just fighting power.

"Baga!"

"You are a waste too!"

Miyamoto Naoki stared at Peng Hu angrily, as if he was about to swallow him alive.

Peng Hu had a secret resentment in his heart. What do you mean? Do you mean that you Japanese are also useless? Otherwise, how could you use the word "一"?

Since everyone is a waste, what qualifications do you have to say to me? You haven’t seen it very well!

He was slaughtered by the other party when he went up.

My man still has at least one of the whole body. One of you has been divided into two.

"your!"

"Go again!"

Miyamoto Naoki shouted angrily.

Peng Hu couldn't help but secretly greet the other party's ancestors for the eighteen generations.

Are you sick? Why do you have to go up one by one? Isn’t it good for us to rush forward? Isn’t it a sure win?

But they didn't know that the Japanese's self-esteem was also perverted. They were determined to overwhelm Sun Desheng in individual technology. Naturally, they would not rush forward at this time. Otherwise, even if they win, they would not show the "martial courage" of the Imperial Army.

Miyamoto Naoki wanted to use other people to consume Sun Desheng's physical strength. His eun only had one Sun Desheng, and his body was not iron-clad.

After three consecutive rounds of rushing, Sun Desheng's physical strength has been obviously consumed.
To be continued...