Wang Yan wanted to drill into the tank from the turret, but failed.

At such a close distance, the Japanese's shooting skills can be said to be like guns and biting flesh.

Through the gaps in the barricade, Meng Fanle could see Wang Yan huddling on the side of the tank in a mess.

Meng Fuli mocked, "I told you not to shoot, you must not listen. Now, I'm going to die!"

"Aren't it just four Japanese?" Wang Yan said, "As for scaring you like this? Don't forget that there are more than 20 people in the warehouse over there?"

"Are you counting on them?" Meng said annoyed, "The little master advises you to give up as soon as possible."

"Not whether those cannon fodders have the courage to shoot, even if they have the courage, they will die."

"Cannon fodder is cannon fodder. No matter where you go, you are cannon fodder, you will always be cannon fodder. You should never expect a group of cannon fodder to win a battle! They can't save you."

While speaking, gunfire sounded in the warehouse in front of the left.

However, only the gunshots were heard, but no Japanese fell down.

"Did you see it?" Meng Fangli sneered, "This is cannon fodder!"

"Even cannon fodder is not useless. At least they have attracted the firepower of two Japanese devils." Wang Yan said coldly, "Not like you, you can only speak out, and you will have no actual actions."

"You are amazing, you should take action to show the little master."

"Look at it, Sun Thief!" Wang Yan groaned and suddenly flashed.

Just as half of his body crossed the edge of the tank, he suddenly retracted.

The next moment, two bullets roared and hit the tank body, and sparks flew everywhere.

Taking advantage of the brief gap between the two Japanese pulling their bolts and retracting their shells, Wang Yan flashed out from behind the tank again. This time, Wang Yan did not retract like before, but instead stood up and raised his hand and shot him.

Fifty meters ahead, a Japanese man fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the other two Japanese infantry did not care about hiding cannon fodder in the warehouse. They immediately turned around and joined forces to suppress Wang Yan's firepower while approaching.

"I'm dead." Meng Fanle hugged his head with both hands and shouted miserably, "I see what else do you have to do this time."

"Look at it." Wang Yan smiled, picked up the Japanese corpse beside him with one hand and threw it up and out.

Just as the Japanese corpse passed over the tank, gunshots sounded, and the three Japanese on the opposite side opened fire almost at the same time.

Taking advantage of this short gap, Wang Yan flashed out of the back of the tank again, raised his hand and shot again. After the gunshot, another Japanese fell to the ground.

After firing the gun, Wang Yan did not hide back.

Instead, they were facing the two Japanese infantrymen, and the three of them pulled their guns and pulled their shells almost at the same time, then pushed the bomb into the chamber.

This time, the competition was about the speed of the gun being fucked. With a slight difference, Wang Yan raised the 38-large cover in his hand first, and it almost rang out the moment the muzzle was lifted.

Another Japanese infantry fell to the ground.

At this time, the last Japanese infantry gunfire was fired.

Unfortunately, Wang Yan had already retracted back behind the tank after firing the gun.

In a blink of an eye, only one of the four Japanese infantrymen who went to collect oil was left.

The Japanese infantry realized that he had encountered a powerful opponent this time, and hesitated for about a second, then turned around and ran into the fog behind him.

Meng Fan, who had been looking at the outside through the gaps of the sandbags, finally waited.

Without hesitation, he stood up from behind the barricade. Meng Fan raised his hand and shot him, hitting the Japanese vest.

The Japanese infantry screamed, ran forward two more steps under the influence of inertia, and then fell to the ground dejectedly.

"Men Lian, your marksmanship is good." Wang Yan said sneeringly, "Fire shooting from behind within fifty meters, and the bullets are shot without any slightest."

Meng Fanlei ignored Wang Yan's ridicule and just stared blankly at the four Japanese infantrymen who were dead on the ground in front of him.

The four Japanese were fucked by them like this? If the three tank soldiers before were included, they would kill seven Japanese soldiers in less than two minutes!

This battle is too easy, right?

If we count the two previous sneak attacks, they have won three battles and wiped out more than 30 Japanese devils! But they themselves have no casualties!

Meng was fed up and couldn't believe it was true.

Everything is like a dream, this is too fake!

"A car is coming again! Hide!"

Wang Yan suddenly roared and then lay down.

After lying on the ground, Wang Yan grabbed a handful of blood from the Japanese tank soldiers with brain-breaking and smeared it on his face, and then tilted his head and lay down to lift the corpse.

Meng Fanye quickly retracted back behind the ring barricade.

The roar of the engine was soon heard in front of him.

After a while, a Wesley convertible jeep rushed over with a roar.

Soon, the jeep drove to the ring barricade and was almost hit by the Type 95 light tank before stopping.

Through the gap in the sandbag, Meng Fanye vaguely saw two people sitting in the jeep, wearing ** military uniforms.

**? Why is it **? Meng was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to get up to ask questions, Wang Yan, who was lying on the ground, was already jumping up like lightning and pulled the ** out of the car.

The two immediately fought into a ball, and their fists thumped and their flesh thumped.

"Hey..." Meng was upset and hurriedly got up to stop him, but the melee fight was over.

I saw that Wang Yan had already ridden the ** under his crotch and held the 38-style bayonet against his throat.

That ** was actually a lieutenant colonel! Facing Wang Yan's bayonet, the lieutenant colonel raised his hand and said, "You are **, you are not Japanese! I know you two are **!"

Wang Yan did not remove the bayonet and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"I am your regiment commander!" said the lieutenant colonel, "I am the regiment commander!"

Sure enough, Wang Yanxin said that Long Wenbo still appeared on time.

"Do you know which unit we belong to?" Meng fucked, "I dare to say that it is our regiment commander."

"I know, I know which regiment you belong to." said the lieutenant principal, "You are from the Sichuan Army, the Sichuan Army!"

Meng Fan's pupils shrank slightly, and then continued: "Since you know that we are from the Sichuan Army, you should know that the commander of the Sichuan Army is Yu Xiaoqing!"

"Die, Yu Xiaoqing is dead!" said the lieutenant colonel, "According to the order, the regiment commander was killed and the regiment deputy took over. Now I am your regiment commander, and now I am the leader of the Sichuan Army!"

"I am really your team leader!"

Lieutenant Colonel nodded vigorously at Meng Fanle and Wang Yan.

Meng fucked clearly and didn't believe it, but Wang Yan had already put away his knife and stood attentively and saluted: "Reporting to the regiment seat, Lin Yi, the battalion commander of the 3rd Battalion of Sichuan Army, reported to you, please give me instructions."

Meng Fan could only stand attentively and salute: "Meng Fan, the company commander of the 1st Company of the 3rd Battalion of the Sichuan Army, reported."

"You two are good." Lieutenant Colonel turned over and got up, patted his butt and gave Wang Yan a thumbs up, "Especially you, Battalion Commander Lin, you are very good at it, you are very good."
Chapter completed!