The third leader and the knife-bearing man were talking about something, and Wu Fei had no time to pay attention. He didn't even dare to look at Xiaole Xiaotong, as if the eyes of the two of them could eat him.

"Master Guo, the gun in your hand must have been with you for many years, right?" Wu Fei can only hide beside Mr. Guo, and use his words to hide his guilt and panic.

"Yes, it's been a few years." Mr. Guo sighed and caressed the already shiny wood.

"I used to hear from the old man that something will have spirituality after following the owner for a long time. Only the owner can use it. No matter how powerful others are, they cannot control it. Will your gun be like this?" Wu Fei's words were not nonsense. When he was in the provincial capital, there was a very famous old carpenter near his home. He had a plane. The furniture made from it was solid and beautiful. Later, when he passed away, the son of the old carpenter who had been deeply imparted, he could not use the plane. The old people nearby would say that the spirit of the plane was taken away by the old carpenter.

"You can say that!" Wu Fei's words seemed to touch Mr. Guo's thoughts. His eyes suddenly fell on his waist, and his right hand stroked a dagger with a short black scabbard around his waist.

"Then no one can use this gun except you?"

Wu Fei did not notice Mr. Guo's actions. His mind was full of guns. He saw guns in his eyes, and thought of guns in his heart. He dreamed of guns. One day later, when he recalled this scene, he suddenly realized that he had seen this broken knife at that time, and a heartless word at that time finally made him the master of this broken knife.

"No, you can use this gun, but because I am too familiar with it, it will use it better than you." Mr. Guo's eyes moved away from the dagger at his waist. Although he was answering on his mouth, he was asking himself in his heart: The gun has no spirituality, what about this knife?

"Can I touch it?"

Wu Fei made his own request with greater urgency.

Mr. Guo did not answer his words, but handed the gun in his hand over.

Wu Fei couldn't let go of the graceful gun, as if he was holding a treasure. The expression on his face and the movements on his hands completely revealed his desire to own a gun, and it made people know at a glance that this guy was about to be crazy about the gun.

In fact, this was just on the surface, and Wu Fei's inner feelings were not fully revealed. He clearly remembered the feeling of contacting the gun for the first time, just like a very friendly and familiar old friend reunited after a long time. At that time, he was a little confused, how could he feel like this? When Wu Fei took over Mr. Guo's gun just now, that feeling returned to him again, which was what surprised him the most.

When he picked up the gun, many people suddenly flashed in his mind with guns, loaded bullets, pulled the bolt to remove the shell, and pushed the bullets to load, and fired them, just like someone was teaching on the spot in front of him. Wu Fei did not hide his surprise too much, nor did he miss the opportunity to get the gun. When he recalled this scene in his mind, he naturally imitated these actions in his hands.

Xiaotong was particularly surprised. He was almost certain that Wu Fei had never touched the gun, but the scene in front of him was too surprised. Although Wu Fei's posture of holding the gun was a bit strange, his movements of raising the gun and pushing the bullets were very natural and skillful, just like a veteran who often deals with guns. This is not counting. A more magical thing happened. Just as a puppet army with no eyes raised the gun and walked towards him with both hands. This was the escape from the eyes of a Japanese.

But Wu Fei didn't understand these things. He only had hatred for those who were wearing the Japanese yellow military uniform and pulled the trigger without thinking. In Xiaotong's eyes, or in the eyes of Xiaole and many people around who could use guns, this guy who even raised the gun was wrong and could not even aim at it, and he could not even be able to hurt the puppet army who came to surrender with a blunder. But the fact is so surprising that this seemingly uncontrollable shot hit the puppet army.

"Huh!"

Mr. Guo also sighed unexpectedly. He looked Wu Fei from head to toe thoughtfully, and then when he saw him skillfully pulling the bolt out of the shell, he suddenly had an idea in his mind.

Wu Fei himself did not expect to hit the "Japanese man" with one shot, so he made these moves to prepare for the second shot.

"You're shooting for the first time?"

Mr. Guo asked, in the eyes of others, Wu Fei's actions were very smooth like a veteran, but in his opinion, they were so young, just like himself back then.

"Um!"

Wu Fei nodded, thinking that he used his gun without Mr. Guo’s consent, and immediately apologized: “I’m sorry Mr. Guo, I…”

"It doesn't matter, but you have to look carefully next time. The one who was beaten to death by you was not the Japanese, but a second dog who was about to surrender." Mr. Guo took the gun handed over by Wu Fei and added: "Although they were wearing Japanese dog skins, they were still Chinese after all."

Although Mr. Guo did not scold Wu Fei, the words he said were filled with regret.

"Shouldn't I kill him?"

Wu Fei was stunned for a moment.

"Of course you shouldn't have killed them. They all surrendered with their guns! But your gun was quite accurate."

The person who spoke was Xiaotong, and there was a little bit of blame in his words, but in Wu Fei's ears, his words were more envious.

Xiaole walked to Wu Fei with Xiaotong. He first stretched out his thumb and praised him, then pointed his index finger in front of him, and finally stretched out two fingers and shook it in front of Wu Fei's eyes.

Wu Fei understood that the first move was to praise him, but the second move and the third move made him confused.

"Xiaole said that you shot well. The gun in the hand of the person you killed is yours, and... and..."

Xiaotong didn't seem to understand what the third action meant.

When Wu Fei fired the gun, he never thought about whether the man was a Japanese or a Chinese, nor did he think about whether the man should be killed or not. After hearing Uncle Guo's words, he immediately felt guilty. Now, after hearing Xiaole's meaning translated by Xiaotong, he felt a little better, but he still asked: "Xiaole, did I really kill that person wrong?"

Xiaole's face was still the same as before, without any expression. After looking at him, he gestured to Xiaotong, and finally gave Wu Fei a thumbs up.

"Xiao Le said that these Ergouzi helped the Japanese to beat the Chinese and bully the Chinese, they deserve to die. You killed them right. Even if you didn't kill them, he would shoot him."
Chapter completed!