"Brothers, we have no retreat!

Even if we lose our defense line, we can't make these Burmese dogs feel better!

I want someone to support me even before I die, we can't let them underestimate our guerrillas!"

Yan Shilin endured the pain in his shoulder and shouted loudly!

He was about to rush out and die with the Burmese people.

At this time, gunfire rang out from behind the Burmese army.

Yang Haoran led Nangong Ling and realized that they had rushed behind the Burmese army and continuously pulled the trigger.

Unexpectedly, the bodies of the Burmese army fell one after another.

The Burmese army, which was already at the end of its war effort, suddenly broke out into riots.

Shooting at Yang Haoran and others.

However, it was impossible to locate the position of Yang Haoran and others. On the contrary, they were rapidly reduced in number under the continuous shooting of Yang Haoran and others.

At the same time, Yan Shilin cried with joy and bit his lower lip to draw blood.

"Brothers, Mr. Yang is back, we are saved!

Fight me hard and destroy these Burmese dogs!"

The addition of Yang Haoran's new force instantly turned the tide of the battle.

Under the attack from two sides, the original ninety-odd Burmese troops were rapidly reduced.

In less than two minutes, only a few people were left.

As commanders, Gillam and Dacula stood back-to-back with gloomy and solemn expressions.

But the guerrillas were also very brutal.

There were only a dozen people left around the injured Yan Shilin, all of whom stared at Gillam and the others with hateful eyes.

Yang Haoran had also stopped shooting, and his cold eyes fell on Gillam.

The gunfire stopped suddenly, the battle was completely over, and the Burmese army's invasion was declared a complete failure.

Dacula's eyes were sharp and vicious, and he kept scanning the bodies of everyone in front of him.

He is a special operations elite of the Myanmar Army. If he wants to escape, it is not impossible!

"Chinese people, don't you have a warrior spirit?

There are only two of us left now. Do you dare to have a duel between warriors with us?

Let us learn the skills of Chinese warriors!"

Dacula tried to distract everyone with words and then took the opportunity to escape.

As for Gillam's life and death, he can't control that much anymore!

Yan Shilin's left shoulder was still bleeding, and his expression was extremely ferocious.

Their guns were always pointed at the heads of Dacula and Guillam.

He sneered: "Burmese dogs like you have no warrior spirit to speak of.

Now let you pay with blood and pay for the lives of our dead compatriots!"

Dacula's eyes were cold and cruel, and he had been staring at the situation on Yan Shilin's side for a long time.

As long as Yan Shilin and others shoot, he will instantly launch an offensive.

Because although Yan Shilin and his team have many people, they are the weakest.

He was sure to kill a few and then escape quickly.

As for Gillam, although he had no words, he also made the same plan.

Yang Haoran laughed at this time.

"Okay, since you want to see the power of a warrior, then I will make it happen for you.

You two can come together."

Dacula and Guillam looked at each other, excitement flashing across their faces.

They have already figured out that Yang Haoran should be the leader of this group of people.

As long as they act quickly enough and take Yang Haoran hostage, they can still leave alive.

Without any hesitation, the two men shot towards Yang Haoran at the same time.

His speed is no less than that of an ordinary martial artist.

At the same time, Dacula already had a miniature pistol in his hand.

While moving, he pulled the trigger.

For a special operations elite, there are no so-called rules.

There is only life and death and winning and losing.

But at the next moment of shooting, Dacula's pupils suddenly tightened, as if he had seen a ghost.

He watched Yang Haoran move his steps slightly and easily dodge the bullet.

At the same time, Yang Haoran's body disappeared from the place and turned into a line of light and shadow.

Before Dacula could react, an incomparable force struck him in the face.

With a snap, Dacula let out a scream.

His eyes went dark, and his body flew backwards at the same time.

What he didn't notice was that Gillam next to him also suffered the same fate.

The two people fell to the ground like dead dogs, with blood dripping from their faces.

There were cheers all around, and everyone looked at Yang Haoran with great reverence.

Nangong Lingjue and the other warriors were stunned and took a breath of air.

Although it was only for a short moment, the powerful strength Yang Haoran showed shocked them.

They all put themselves into Yang Haoran's opponents, and then discovered in horror.

No matter what means you take, you can't avoid Yang Haoran's blow!

Yang Haoran's strength can definitely be described as shocking!

Yan Shilin had a look of joy on his face and looked around him.

"Tie these two people up first and wait for Mr. Yang's decision!"

Immediately, two guerrillas came forward and tied up Gillam and Dacula with ropes.

Yan Shilin walked up to Yang Haoran with a sad look on his face, like a child who had done something wrong, with his head lowered.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, it's my fault again this time.

If you hadn't arrived in time, this line of defense would have been completely breached by the Burmese dogs!"

An icy mountain breeze blew past my face, bringing with it a chill.

The strong smell of blood mixed with the choking smell of sulfur made people feel sick.

Yang Haoran's heavy eyes glanced around, getting colder and colder.

There are corpses all over the mountains and plains, and each one of them died in a horrific manner.

The corpses of the Burmese army and the corpses of the guerrillas were mixed together, which looked shocking.

These are hundreds of lives, lost so easily!

War is indeed cruel, and human life is worth more than a dog!

And what caused all this was the greed of the invaders!

This blood debt must be recorded on the heads of the Burmese people.

Yang Haoran's voice was low and hoarse, and he instinctively wanted to pat Yan Shilin's shoulder with his hand.

Only then did he discover the wound on Yan Shilin's shoulder, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

The outstretched hand retracted again, sighing.

"I can't blame you entirely, everything happened too suddenly.

It was originally a makeshift guerrilla army, but it was not easy to reach this point.

I believe the people of Fangcun County will remember everyone’s kindness."

Yan Shilin trembled: "Mr. Yang, you are the biggest benefactor of Fangcun County!"

Yang Haoran's face was expressionless. In this pile of dead people, he didn't want to receive any credit at all.

"No matter what, what is past is past.

We should remember the lessons of the past and not let mistakes happen a second time!
Chapter completed!