It's also magical. When the remaining netizens except the Sick Guy rushed into the artillery tower in a swarm, the bright moon in the sky emerged from the dark clouds again.

The bright moonlight shone on the earth, making everyone's vision improve again.

This will make it easier for everyone to fight in the future.

The only problem is that in the clear vision of the Japanese on the rooftop, the patient who is limping over now has become an excellent target.

After realizing this, the staggering patient guy, the swordsman, was panicked.

Fortunately, at such a critical moment, the staff officer Yang Dongli finally became reliable.

"Listen to the dog traitors upstairs, give you a chance to make meritorious service. If you want to survive, kill the remaining two Japanese devils, and then throw their bodies and all their weapons from the artillery tower~"

After raising his head, Yang Dongli put his hands beside his mouth and formed a trumpet shape, and shouted so loudly from his mouth.

Mainly based on the situation analysis, there is at most a group of two Japanese grenade operators left on the upper floor.

At the same time, a group of red-eyed netizens had completed the final blows of all the Japanese and traitors on the ground.

Each corpse was covered with dense wounds, which was mainly because they instinctively vented unprecedented fear and anger in their hearts in this way.

When they arrived in Yang Dongli's mouth and shouted something similar to an ultimatum, the guys had already started to clean up the battlefield happily.

Whether it is a bloody Type 38 rifle, a miscellaneous rifle stained with suspicious white objects, or other rare supplies, they are all happily snatched in their hands and fiddled with them like babies.

In a short battle, they were greatly amazing changes.

There was no such thing as before, even the corpses of a few yellow-haired bodies, and no one dared to take out the lighter.

After the first killing, the psychological and mental discomfort did not appear in them at all, at least not now.

Even a few middle-aged uncles, regardless of their decades, were fighting for the Cao Chang's samurai sword.

With a blushing face and thick neck, he pushed the samurai sword hard towards him and shouted loudly, giving various reasons:

"Let me go quickly. This should be the command knife of the Japanese lieutenant. It was the first thing I saw at the beginning. I want to take it back to be a family heirloom~"

"Oh, who do you think it is? You didn't step on this big earth as well, why don't you say it's yours?"

"My brothers, please tell me the truth. I got it first. Give me some face! Next time I arrive in Shuangqing, I will invite everyone to have hot pot~"

In a word, netizens who noticed that they had the advantage were now so excited.

And considering that they had used shabby equipment such as darts and big swords before, they were full of desire for these serious equipment.

So it is understandable that such a fierce competition has occurred now.

The only problem was that they seemed to have completely forgotten to go and treat the comrades who were lying on the ground outside the artillery tower, including their trainee commander.

It’s time to say nothing, these people may have a breath and a value for rescue.

In the busy scene downstairs, the remaining Japanese and puppet troops on the floor were in a state of silence and did not open fire at the poor patient.

They have realized their current bad situation and have no intention of killing such a wounded person who seems to be of little value...

As time passed, the patient finally successfully walked into the artillery tower.

At this time, not only was he sweating all over his head, but his face was pale as white as white paper.

The search for spoils by everyone has almost stripped the Japanese and puppet troops; they have obtained some fragments.

For example:

The legendary Yuan Datou is obviously a woman's gold jewelry, with the fiat currency and the central bank rolls of Mr. Zhongshan's avatar, and military tickets from the island country's Japanese devils.

Botou brand matches, Asahi brand cigarettes, canned food, a small amount of steel helmets, big-headed leather shoes, belts, bullet boxes, etc.

There is even a calfskin box containing an old antique island country's Olympic card' camera.

Not to mention such a lot of things, many of them are not very useful except for the strangeness.

The trophy gains from a number of netizens are quite rich.

The only pity is that the remaining Japanese and puppet troops on the floor were unwilling to surrender honestly when facing their ultimatum; on the contrary, they would open fire at the stairs when they heard a little about their attempt to go upstairs.

During this period, he threw a grenade down, which almost caused huge casualties to the people below.

Fortunately, the middle-aged warehouse manager, the Xiongnu wizard, was quick-witted and pressed on the body of a Japanese man, and then sat on the body of a Japanese man.

Even so, the shock wave generated by the explosion shocked him very much.

In this situation, Hu Biao climbed up with the sound of "Ouch~"; then this guy, covered in tattered wounds, limped into the artillery tower.

Good guy! This guy didn't die in the close explosion of the thunder.

It seems that after changing the wooden pole, which was originally more than one meter long to an astonishing length of bamboo poles, it still played a very important role.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but everyone always thinks this guy looks a little different.

What did you say? It should be that when everyone looked at him, they obviously felt the prestige in Hu Biao, some of the prestige obtained by taking the lead in fighting to the death.

In this kind of prestige, everyone's performance is obviously different.

A Shuangqing netizen who had already won the samurai sword respectfully removed the command knife of the lieutenant officer from the Japanese belt around his waist, and then sent it to Hu Biao with both hands.

Then, another netizen sent a pistol he had just grabbed in his hand.

The problem was that when he saw this pistol, it was actually a turtle box that was known as the "Terrorist Box that was difficult to commit suicide", which was the Japanese's Southern Fourteen-Type Pistol. Hu Biao frowned and pushed the gun back.

Then, he raised an eyebrow at the Huns.

Seeing this, the Xiongnu master was so emotional, but in the end he pulled up the hem of the small vest and handed over a new mullet gun that looked like it had 80% new.

This new crumbling gun was pulled down from a puppet army officer.

While playing with the pistol, Hu Biao finally showed a satisfied expression on his face.

Because he read it wrong, this mullet gun should have been produced by Mauser as a factory. After some improvement, it was used to use an improved version of the 9mm caliber pistol bullet. People in the martial arts world gave it the nickname "Big Hongjiu".

Seeing that it was obviously more refined than the "Jinzao Yiqi Style", as well as the German that I couldn't understand and the serious factory numbers on the gun, Hu Biao was quite satisfied with this spoil.

If you have to say that you have anything to be dissatisfied with, it is this "Big Red Nine" or the one with 10 rounds loading.

If the firepower that recharges 20 rounds has stronger sustainability, Hu Biao would probably be more satisfied.

When Hu Biao was playing with Da Hongjiu with satisfaction, Yang Dongli hesitated for a while, the cigarette box deformed from his pocket.

He pulled out a wrinkled one and stuffed it into Hu Biao's mouth, then polished a match to help light it.

It was a tactful way to express his recognition of Hu Biao's identity as an intern commander...
Chapter completed!