I'll settle this grudge with you for a hundred years

Chapter 308 Namo Gatling Bodhisattva

The Japanese soldier whose gun muzzle was knocked aside became furious and raised his sharp bayonet to assassinate Liu Yiyang.

Liu Yiyang dodged calmly, then stood upside down with one hand and did a Thomas turn. While turning, he kicked the Japanese soldier in the jaw.

The Japanese soldier was kicked to the ground on the spot.

Seeing this, the other Japanese soldiers also raised their bayonets to subdue Liu Yiyang.

He dodged several times and then leaped to the front of the team.

He looked at the Japanese soldiers everywhere in the mountains, and then at the five soldiers standing there in a daze.

Liu Yi Yang couldn't help but shake his head and muttered softly: Damn it, he fell into the Japanese's lair just after he was resurrected. It seems that if he doesn't get rid of this group of Japanese, he won't be able to continue looking for his son.

The soldier standing not far away whispered: Brother, there are Japanese soldiers everywhere now, we are surrounded, follow us and jump together.

Liu Yi Yang laughed and said, "Haha, these few Japanese devils dared to make me jump off a cliff. Are they overthinking it?"

The soldier who was talking to Liu Yi Yang was speechless for a long time.

Liu Yi Yang's mind moved, and a Gatling gun and more than a dozen boxes of ammunition appeared in his hand.

This action stunned the squad leader who was about to jump off the cliff.

Little brother, you are not a god.

God~!!!

Yes, it has been played in a short video before, in which a rich man wearing a cassock holds a machine gun and shoots at the target.

Netizens commented that his name is Namo Gatlin Bodhisattva.

It seems that I have to be Namo Gatlin Bodhisattva today.

Liu Yiyang began to search in the ring space.

Damn, since there is no robe, let’s just use a piece of red cloth instead.

Then a piece of red cloth was draped over Liu Yiyang.

Liu Yi Yang clasped his hands together and muttered to himself, "Amitabha, I am Namo Gatlin Bodhisattva, and I am good at physical salvation. Please come up, donor."

The Japanese soldiers looked at the young man who was less than ten meters away from them and performed some weird operations, and finally couldn't hold back and launched an attack.

Amitabha, good is good.

Liu Yi Yang held the gun in one hand and pulled the trigger with the other.

The muzzle of the Gatling gun began to rotate with a squeaking sound, and after spinning a few times, it made a crisp and pleasant clicking sound.

Liu Yi Yang also began to turn his body left and right, and he would sweep over there when the Japanese soldiers approached.

Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta.

With the recoil of the Gatling gun, Liu Yiyang's whole body began to tremble.

In less than three minutes, hundreds of Japanese soldiers were killed and some were beaten to pieces.

Seeing such fierce firepower, the Japanese soldiers could only lie down to avoid the bullets.

Seeing that all the Japanese soldiers were lying down and dared not show their heads, Liu Yiyang laughed and said, "Is it useful to hide in front of me, Gatling Buddha? Let me give you a taste of the braised Japanese soldiers."

With a thought, more than a dozen Molotov cocktails appeared around him. Liu Yiyang took out a kerosene lighter from his pocket, lit the Molotov cocktails, and then threw them out one after another.

Within thirty meters in front of him, there was a sea of ​​fire. The Japanese soldiers were burned to the ground and rolled on the ground, fleeing down the mountain.

The Japanese soldiers showed their heads and retreated. Liu Yiyang picked up the Gatling gun again and used physical force to kill the fleeing Japanese soldiers.

Liu Yiyang didn't stop until the barrel of the Gatling gun turned red.

He threw the Gatling gun aside and did not forget to complain; who invented the Gatling gun? It is simply a magic tool for weight loss. When shooting, all the muscles in the body tremble.

When Liu Yi Yang turned around and saw the unknown soldier, he was also shocked.

The five soldiers' eyes were wide open and their mouths were wide open, big enough for an egg to fit in.

Liu Yi Yang coughed twice; Cough cough, what are those expressions on your faces?

The five people came to their senses and immediately knelt down to worship.

Thank you Gatling Bodhisattva for your help.

Damn it! They are great heroes who have gone down in history. How dare I accept their worship? This would cost me my life.

Liu Yiyang rushed forward at great speed and stopped them before they knelt down.

Liu Yi Yang said with sweat on his forehead: How can I deserve your worship? You are the real heroes.

After Liu Yi Yang's fabricated remarks, several people finally believed that they were not Bodhisattvas.

The squad leader asked: "Little brother, what was that weapon you just picked up? It's so powerful. You alone can beat tens of thousands of Japanese soldiers into a panic."

Liu Yi Yang waved his hand; that thing is called Gatling, it is not very easy to use. It is powerful, but the barrel is a bit useless. It cannot be used when it turns red, otherwise it will easily explode.

Hearing Liu Yi Yang say that the big killer weapon was a bit useless, I felt a little sad. After all, the army is currently short of weapons and ammunition. Sometimes each person cannot even get a gun and has to carry a machete and fight hand-to-hand.

Looking at the change in the monitor's expression, Liu Yiyang, who had studied history, knew that he had gone a bit too far, so he changed the subject.

Squad leader, why are you trapped here?

The squad leader told Liu Yiyang the order from his superior.

Liu Yi Yang finally understood that they were the five warriors in the textbook and our most lovely people.

As they were chatting, they heard a cooing sound.

Several soldiers looked at each other awkwardly.

Then he took out a steamed bun that had turned black from the fireworks from his pocket.

The squad leader broke the steamed bun into two halves with force and handed one half to Liu Yiyang.

Little brother, eat something first. Only when you fill your stomach will you have the strength to fight the Japanese.

Liu Yi Yang was not a pretentious person. He took the steamed bun and put it into his mouth.

My teeth almost broke when I bit down like that.

This steamed bun is harder than a rock. It must have been there for at least four or five days.

Liu Yiyang watched the soldiers eating with gusto, as if they were having a feast.

Liu Yi Yang thought, meeting is fate, and since he was already here, he couldn’t let these most lovely people eat those hard-to-swallow buns.

With a thought, some fried chicken and more than a dozen bottles of Dongpeng Kuangyin appeared in his hands.

The moment the fried chicken appeared, the aroma it emitted instantly made several people feel that the steamed buns in their hands were no longer fragrant.

Liu Yi Yang handed one to each person.

Come on, eat chicken to have strength.

The squad leader took the roast chicken and asked: Little brother, where did you get this chicken?

Liu Yi Yang smiled and said, "In my early years, I learned some Taoist magic in the mountains. I can hide some food in a certain place. When I want to eat it, I can recite the mantra and the food will come to my hands."

In order to prevent them from continuing to ask irrelevant questions, Liu Yi Yang quickly handed them some Dongpeng drinks.

Drink this, and you won’t feel tired even if you stay up late.

Is it so magical?

The soldiers began to drink heavily.

The squad leader took a sip and smacked his lips; Hmm, not bad, sweet, and a little bit cool.

If it tastes good, drink more.

As he spoke, he handed it to a few more people.

A soldier said: When we were farming in the village, only the landlords dared to eat meat and drink wine like this. Now I can also be a landlord and eat and drink wine like this.

After saying that, he began to imitate those fat and big-eared landlords, crossed his legs, took a bite of a chicken leg, and took a sip of liquor.

It made everyone present laugh.