Sun Hunter

"You little devil, go to hell."

Yang Siyuan stabbed his chest with a lightning-like shot. The enemy's eyes immediately popped out. He lowered his head and looked at the silver gun on his chest, filled with despair and unwillingness.

Yang Siyuan used all his strength and thrust backwards. The Japanese's whole body was lifted up by the silver gun, and he drew an arc in the air. He flew five or six meters behind Yang Siyuan, and hit his head on a protruding rock. His brains were all injured.

If it breaks, it will die.

Yang Siyuan turned around and looked at the Jaap who had a piece of meat bit off from his buttocks. He was frantically searching for the snow forest in the grass not far away. He cursed to vent the anger in his heart, and on the other hand, it also reduced the pain in his buttocks.

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However, the snow forest loomed in the grass, as if it was playing hide and seek with the Japanese. Whenever the Japanese were about to approach it, it quickly ran into the grass and disappeared. It was also an experienced old anti-Japanese team member.

The essence of guerrilla warfare is thoroughly grasped: when the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy is stationed, we harass; when the enemy is tired, we attack.

Not to mention that this method really made the little devil angry. He could only yell and curse loudly to relieve his resentment, but this was useless to Xuelin. Not to mention Japanese, he couldn't understand it, just Chinese.

It rarely hears real insults being made to it. It is obvious that it is a wolf that knows how to be civilized and polite.

Yang Siyuan looked again and saw that Mo Ran and Fujita Yu were still in the shadow of swords, but judging from the situation, Fujita Yu had the upper hand and was forced back by Mo Ran. Obviously the captain was fine, and he didn't think clearly how the captain escaped Fujita.

He is a powerful hidden weapon, but the captain has always been his idol in his heart. The captain's martial arts are superb and he can turn any danger into safety.

Thinking of this, Yang Siyuan turned his eyes to the Japs who were still shouting and yelling in the grass. He held the gun and pushed towards the Japs step by step. The Japs couldn't catch up with Xuelin for a while. Seeing Yang Siyuan walking towards him, he also carried the gun.

Dao walked towards Yang Siyuan step by step with blood-red eyes. He wanted to vent all his anger towards Xuelin on Yang Siyuan.

But after taking two steps, he stopped, because the huge pain caused by the movement of his buttocks was really unbearable. The blood had dyed all his trousers red, and his face also turned a little pale due to the blood loss.

Pale, he stood completely relying on his anger. The majesty of Xiri's invaders had disappeared from his eyes. Apart from the anger, as Yang Siyuan walked in step by step, a trace of fear began to flash in his eyes.

Yang Siyuan also limped along, his eyes fixed on the Japanese. He simply bandaged the wound on his leg with a strip of cloth torn off his clothes, but as he walked, blood still leaked out, staining the strip.

The blood was red. At this time, Yang Siyuan had no pain at all in his mind. He only had one idea, kill the Japanese and immediately help the captain to get rid of Fujita Yu.

Soon he came to a stop three meters in front of the Japanese. He saw that the Japanese's hand holding the knife was trembling, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes. Yang Siyuan suddenly burst out laughing, with ridicule and contempt, making his opponent even more nervous.

Feeling chilled.

Although the little devil was a little baffled by Yang Siyuan's laughter, he could tell that it was a kind of ridicule to him. He finally couldn't bear it anymore, shouted and lunged at Yang Siyuan with his knife. Yang Siyuan didn't even move, just watching.

The Japs sword with cold light was about to get close to him. Suddenly, he raised his left pistol to block the Japs samurai sword. He straightened up his right pistol and stabbed his chest. He caught him and looked at him. The tip of the gun was used by the Japs' forward attack

With his eyes out of his chest, the devil's angry eyes were filled with only shock and the despair brought about by death.

"Go to hell." Yang Siyuan raised his foot and kicked the Japanese soldier in the chest. This kick sent the Japanese soldier flying more than a meter away. A bloody sword spurted out from his chest, and it drew an arc in the air and fell with the Japanese soldier.

In the grass, the devil's body only twitched a few times and then stopped moving.

In fact, Yang Siyuan had already seen that he was no longer able to make a move. His steps were unstable, his movements were deformed, and the blood loss made him unable to complete the last move with Yang Siyuan. Therefore, Yang Siyuan saw this clearly and did not even dodge. The silver gun was already

Pierced the devil's chest.

At this time, Xuelin ran towards Yang Siyuan. Yang Siyuan hugged it and shouted excitedly:

"Xuelin, my good brother, you saved me, saved me."

Tears could not stop rolling from his eyes to Xue Lin's body, but Xue Lin did not appreciate it. He broke away from Yang Siyuan's arms, turned his head towards Mo Ran, let out a low roar, and then arrowed

He generally rushed in an indifferent direction.

"team leader."

Yang Siyuan shouted, stood up quickly, wiped away his tears and followed Xuelin towards the captain.

At this moment, Meiling and Wang Yaru were gathered at the entrance of the cave, watching the fight between Mo Ran and the others from a distance. Their hearts were in their throats. Because it was four against two, they were all worried about Mo Ran and Yang Siyuan, but the terrace exploded.

The cave collapsed and the rope ladder was broken. They could not get down to the bottom of the cave. If they jumped from the cliff more than 20 meters high, they would undoubtedly die.

If she had not been injured, Mei Ling could still have climbed down the cliff. Now one of her legs was completely out of control, and it was completely impossible to rely on her hands. So she could only worry about Indifferent and the others at the entrance of the cave.

When they saw Yang Siyuan kill a Japs, they cheered every time. Even Shi Ling, who was lying injured inside, struggled to come to them and cheered with them regardless of her pain.

Seeing Xue Lin's outstanding performance, Mei Ling called Xue Lin's name loudly, and burst into tears proud of Xue Lin. Xue Lin must have heard Mei Ling's voice, but it did not run towards Mei Ling. The wolf's hearing is so sensitive that it can reach Xue Lin from afar.

Hundreds of times higher than humans.

The Japanese fell down one by one. Wang Yaru and the others cheered again and again, and their excited voices echoed in the cave. They forgot the pain on their bodies and the thrilling battle just now. All their hearts were tied to Indifferent, Yang Siyuan and Xue Lin.

.The hanging hearts were tightened and let go again and again. This experience must be something they will never forget.

At this moment, their hearts were raised again, and they were all focused on Mo Ran, staring closely at the desperate battle between him and Fujita Yu. Except for Mei Ling, Wang Yaru and Shi Ling did not know martial arts and could not understand.

No matter who has the upper hand, they will scream when Indifferent is forced back, and they will cheer loudly when Fujita Yu is repelled.

At this moment, Mei Ling could see that Mo Ran had gradually gained the upper hand, but it was impossible to win over her opponent all at once, because Mo Ran's opponent was equally strong, so powerful that a single oversight at any time could kill you. Meiling knew this, she

She knew that Mo Ran knew better, but her heart was still jumping like a rabbit.