After just a few glances, Wang Chengzhu said to Li Yunlong: "Report to the leader of the group, all of them have become waste!"

Looking at the disdain on Wang Chengzhu's face, Li Yunlong glared and cursed: "Damn, with a good guy, you don't like these Type 92 infantry cannons!"

A few big white teeth appeared on Wang Chengzhu's dark face and he smiled.

It’s not that he doesn’t care about the 1992 infantry cannon, but that the 1992 infantry cannon is relatively bulky and has a scarce shell. In terms of practicality, it is sometimes not as good as the 199-type grenade launcher.

This is also the reason why the Eighth Route Army used the 92 infantry artillery at any time in the anti-Japanese battlefield and destroyed the shells after being fired.

After the battle, every soldier who cleaned the battlefield carried five or six Japanese 38 covers, and his bullet bags were bulging on his shoulders, and he gained a lot.

Suddenly, a Japanese lying on the ground pulled the grenade in his hand and threw it at Wang Yu who was passing by.

When I looked closely, it turned out to be Sakata Ichiki!

He has been lurking on the battlefield and pretending to be dead, vowing to die with the coolest culprit.

In order not to attract attention, he had already changed into the military uniform of ordinary soldiers.

Wang Yu had already relaxed his vigilance at this moment, and it was too late after he realized it.
Chapter completed!