Tang Muchun withdrew.

The remaining bandits ran away in a mess.

Yang Yue stood up slowly and walked forward slowly.

Zhao Gang hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

Yang Yue replied: "Baishuizhai."

"Now?"

"yes!"

Yang Yue nodded.

Zhao Gang and Luan Nanping looked at each other.

No one else has arrived yet! Is it a bit risky to just three people?

"We only have three people..."

"No, I'm going it myself."

"You yourself?"

"Yes! You and Lao Luan are waiting for others to arrive here."

"Can you do it alone?"

"no problem!"

Yang Yue said confidently.

If there are thousands of Japanese devils, that is of course a great challenge.

However, what he is facing now is just bandits. Their combat effectiveness and fighting will are far from that of the Japanese.

Even, it is not as good as other national troops! Others are at least organized.

Although there are many bandits, they are often called hundreds or thousands. In fact, there are not many who can really fight. The others are all charged.

As long as a few backbones are killed, the remaining people will scatter into birds and beasts.

You see, Tang Muchun is the most obvious example. After the twelve backbones he brought were killed, the rest were basically unable to fight. More than a dozen or twenty were killed, and the others immediately became cowardly.

Tang Muchun was obviously helpless, so he had to retreat in disappointment. Now he has disappeared. He must have been hiding.

I have no shame to meet people! So many people can't do anything to a small Eighth Route Army?

It makes people laugh and lose their teeth when they say it.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

When Tang Muchun retreated, he met several bandit leaders.

They all looked at him with some gloating or contemptuous look, thinking that he was too incompetent.

So many people can't do anything to the Eighth Route Army.

It's embarrassing!

The bandits' faces were thrown away by Tang Muchun.

"Brother Dongsheng!" Tang Muchun suddenly turned his eyes and said, "Help me vent my anger, I will recommend it to the Japanese."

"You little Gushan is too incompetent." The bandit leader named Fang Dongsheng said coldly, "We don't have the waste of firewood like you on the top of the furnace pond. If you want me to take action, you can have twenty big yellow croakers."

"Brother Dongsheng is just happy to do things. OK, I'll give it to you!" Tang Muchun really took out twenty gold bars.

Fang Dongsheng's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Twenty gold bars!

Two hundred taels of gold!

Did it!

Immediately reached out to grab it.

However……

Tang Muchun handed him five gold bars, but put away the other fifteen.

"What do you mean?" Fang Dongsheng's eyes were fierce.

"The five deposits are given to you later." Tang Muchun said calmly, "Let's open the skylight and speak loudly. That little Eighth Route Army is not easy to deal with. You saw it just now. Their shooting skills are very accurate. Many of my people have died. I think your top of the furnace pond may not be his opponent..."

"You fart!" Fang Dongsheng said impatiently, "You little Gushan, dare to compare with our furnace pond top?"

"No one is talking big." Tang Muchun said coldly, "As long as you get the head of the Eighth Route Army, the gold bar will belong to you! You have many people and powerful people, can I dare to rely on you?"

"I don't know you dare!" Fang Dongsheng sneered, immediately put away the five gold bars, and then ordered the team to gather.

He is also a bandit who has accumulated years. He was also watching the battle just now. It may not be useful to know that there are too many people.

The Eighth Route Army’s marksmanship is so accurate that many people are the target.

It must be a team of people.

Everyone must have a certain level of combat.

He selected the most elite thirty people from his bandits and personally prepared to attack.

result……

His eyes suddenly flashed.

Subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

That seems...

sky!

What did he see?

He saw an Eighth Route Army!

A young and delicate eighth party leader!

He was walking towards them slowly.

"he……"

Tang Muchun's eyes suddenly became dull.

Isn’t this Yang Yue?

asshole……

Baga...

Did he actually come to his door on his own initiative?

good!

good!

If you don’t leave heaven, hell will come in without any door.

Now is your death date!

Without thinking, he grabbed Mosin Nagan's rifle and was about to shoot Yang Yue.

However……

Yang Yue's movements are faster.

"Bang!"

Scan the ball to the scene.

Tang Muchun suddenly felt that his right hand was finished.

The bullet directly broke his wrist. He couldn't even hold the bolt. Where could he still shoot?

Fortunately, he is a habitual bandit who has been living for many years and has encountered many situations. If he is injured in his right hand, he will hold a gun in his left hand. He can also shoot with one hand in his left hand.

Unfortunately, Yang Yue took the lead.

"Bang!"

Another shot came.

Tang Muchun immediately groaned and Mosinnagan's rifle landed on the ground.

But it was Yang Yue's bullet that accurately hit his left wrist. His left hand also lost strength.

“Huh?”

Fang Dongsheng's eyes sank.

What a fast marksman! It's true that you have some skills!

If it occupies favorable terrain, it may be difficult to deal with this Eighth Route Army.
To be continued...