Anti-Japanese heroic righteousness

Jiang Haoran took off the camouflage uniform of the Japanese army, and put the waistcoat on his head, not bad!The chest, front, back and back are completely covered, and there is a layer of cotton liner inside. The corners are covered so as not to injure the skin. He didn't care, because the bucket of the motorcycle had been removed according to Jiang Haoran's intention, and there was no support. Jiang Haoran got on the motorcycle and held the handle, and then let Wang Dingyuan get off, and asked him if he could go back?

Wang Dingyuan told Jiang Haoran that there are still brothers guarding the periphery, so he can still retreat.Jiang Haoran also knew that as long as he was still in the enemy's sight, the devils would not pay attention to him. Taking advantage of the chaotic scene, he should be able to retreat safely, so he ordered him to leave quickly.

However, Wang Dingyuan kept telling Jiang Haoran that this motorcycle is imitated from the American "Harley". It is equipped with an air-cooled, four-stroke, v-twin, sv2 valve engine, with 28 horsepower and strong power. After removing the side bucket, It is more like a runaway wild horse, not easy to control, so you must be absolutely careful when driving.

"Get out!" Jiang Haoran yelled violently at him, Wang Dingyuan hurriedly placed the ak47 on his neck on the fuel tank of the motorcycle, flung his hands away, and disappeared into the smoke.

Only then did Jiang Haoran realize that the AK47 was standing on the fuel tank without falling down. He took a closer look and found that a steel sleeve was added to the fuel tank, and a gun holder was welded to the steel sleeve. There is an iron box, in which twenty magazines are neatly placed, each of which is fixed separately, even if one is taken out, it will not fall down, this ensures that after Jiang Haoran withdraws the magazine, the gun Put it directly on the clip, and you can complete the replacement of the clip and shoot with one hand.

Jiang Haoran couldn't help laughing. These were not designed by himself. It can be seen that there are quite a lot of capable people in Lin Long's team. Not to mention such a short time, the craftsmanship is exquisite, and he has considered all aspects for himself.But the devil obviously didn't leave much time for him to think about it, Jiang Haoran had already heard the sound of cars and motorcycle motors coming from behind, and even the occasional gunshots.He took out the walkie-talkie, turned on the call button, and ordered Liang Xiaotian to detonate all the way from cdyfj, and he was ready to go on the road.

Putting on the square helmet, Jiang Haoran imagined that he was definitely like the "iron egg" in "Dragon and Babu", except that his eyes had two holes, but his was a piece of glass.

"Boom boom boom!"

The lively explosion sounded again, Jiang Haoran shifted the gear, released the clutch and pressed the accelerator, the powerful sound of power roared, the front wheel of the motorcycle slightly tilted, and then roared forward.

Apparently the bombs in front no longer contain smoke bombs, and the vision is much clearer. After rushing out of the smoke screen, I saw the fire dragons on both sides of the road roaring out from the ground, extending all the way, and the bombed places were already littered with corpses. Everywhere you can see stumps and broken arms, dripping blood, flesh and blood, overturned cars and motorcycles on fire, and weapons and equipment scattered all over the ground. It is like a scene of purgatory on earth. What is even more frightening is that the devils in the explosion were killed. The air waves set off, shredded by shrapnel, burned by fire, all kinds of misery, all kinds of screams, all kinds of escape, and all kinds of panic can all be found here.

An accident happened on Nanjing Avenue, and the Japanese troops on the Yangtze River Road quickly gathered to support them. Can this number be reduced?

All kinds of smoke and clouds rising in the sky in different shapes gave Jiang Haoran the illusion that the 30 heroic spirits in the sky above Nanjing were watching, laughing, dancing and surging.

The motorcycle roared and ran over the devil's limbs and arms, and rushed left and right amidst various wreckage and embers of fire, and red blood mist was splashed behind the wheels.Because it was close to the explosion area, sand, stones, shrapnel, and all kinds of debris knocked on Jiang Haoran's body and motorcycle, and even sparks appeared, but Jiang Haoran only had one belief—to rush forward!

The motorcycles and cars of the Japanese army also rushed out of the smoke screen very quickly, and Jiang Haoran rode one by one, and the exhaust gas was quickly exposed in front of them. Angrily, he drove the car over, machine guns were set up in the side bucket of the motorcycle and on the driver's roof of the car, and they fired wildly forward.

Yoshio Watanabe was sitting in the front truck, the front windshield was nowhere to be seen, and a crutch came out of the cab. Yoshio Watanabe's pig-headed face was severely distorted, and he operated the machine gun himself. He poured out the hot bullets.However, there were too many obstacles, the distance was too far, and Jiang Haoran's superb driving skills, the motorcycle was like a snake running through the wreckage of the car, and the bullets were scattered, basically without any effect.

After sweeping a round of bullets, Yoshio Watanabe threw the machine gun in his hand, roared and urged the driver to catch up quickly, and even raised the command knife in his hand viciously.The driver of the car was a Japanese army sergeant. Logically speaking, his driving skills were good, but he was sweating profusely, stepping on the accelerator and shifting gears in a hurry to steer the car.There were too many wounded Japanese soldiers in front of him, so he couldn't bear to run over his compatriots directly. He always wanted to avoid a few. In this way, the car was slow, and it was dangerous to drive Huansheng, the cars behind couldn't help but honked their horns to express their dissatisfaction.

Seeing that Jiang Haoran remained in Yoshio Watanabe's sight, there was only a trail of black smoke left, Yoshio Watanabe was sweating profusely, he would have to cut through his belly if he let go, this is obviously not a pleasant thing Sergeant Cao drove the car slowly, which undoubtedly challenged his endurance limit. The wounded soldier was crushed to death and his own seppuku was obviously not a problem. After the threat did not have a good effect, Watanabe Yifu raised his short leg and kicked him, kicking Sergeant Cao open the door and flying out.

Yoshio Watanabe steered the direction, quickly sat in the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, the transport vehicle roared forward, the opened door hit the wreckage of a car, and flew out with a "clang" sound, landing on the ground There was a flash of sparks, the wounded Japanese soldier who was still able to move on the road and found the menacing car in time, no longer cared about rolling and howling, and lost both of them, so sorry, convoy Once passed, it directly becomes meat paste.

The madness of the Japanese army quickly achieved results. Although motorcycles are flexible and light, they are obviously not as effective as a car rampaging and reckless at the explosion site with many obstacles. Soon, Jiang Haoran entered the Japanese army's machine gun Within the shooting range, the dense rain of bullets hit the backs and helmets of the motorcycle and Jiang Haoran, and sparks splattered everywhere.Fortunately, although the Japanese army's crooked machine gun has a good shooting distance and shooting accuracy, the 6.5mm rifle bullet is really cheating, and its power is too weak to penetrate the [-]mm thick steel plate on Jiang Haoran's body. Persistence, all the bullets were aimed at Jiang Haoran's back and head. Before reaching the deadly distance, what this kind of shooting brought was only a terrifying brilliance. The problem is, can Jiang Haoran guarantee that the Japanese army will not shorten this distance?