Chapter 280 Bloodbath of the Self-Defense Forces!

After taking a few pills into his stomach, Lin Lang's complexion finally turned slightly better, and slowly became rosy.

However, it is still far from a complete recovery. After all, in the previous battle, neither the consciousness nor the spiritual energy had been consumed much.

At this time, a Japanese infantry squadron had already marched over.

"Kinoshita Sanzuo, there seem to be quite a few ordinary people ahead." An officer frowned, and saw the broken train ahead, surrounded by many doctors and nurses in white coats, rushing to rescue the wounded.

"Regardless of them, eliminating Lin Youye is our top priority." The San Zuo named Kinoshita said quietly, San Zuo is a Japanese military rank, third-class Lu Zuo, roughly equivalent to a major in Huaxia.

"But..." The officer hesitated to speak. He is a soldier, and it is his duty to obey the orders of his superiors.

"No but, prepare to fire!"

Kinoshita Sansa gave the order with a straight face.

...

In the distance, Lin Lang's closed eyes slowly opened.

Farther away, when the civilians of Japan saw the mighty marching army, their faces immediately lit up with joy.

"It's our Japanese troops! They're here to help us."

When the army approached, many people immediately recognized that this was their Japanese armed forces.

"Sir, we are here. Just now, four demon gods made trouble here and overturned the train. Fortunately, the Lord God rescued us." A young man waved away.

However, their voices have not yet completely fallen. Those saviors in their eyes launched an attack on them brazenly!

Gunfire blared, and countless flames froze.

A little closer, there is an elite squad of army soldiers holding sck66 submachine guns and constantly pressing forward. A little farther away, there is a small team of about a dozen people holding Type 64 automatic rifles for cover.

Farther away, armored vehicles and tanks slowly approached.

Countless tongues of flame sprayed out, forming a dense net made of bullets, pouring down in Lin Lang's direction.

The accident happened so suddenly that many civilians were still on the verge of surprise, and the god of death was already quietly harvesting their lives.

No matter how close the submachine gun is, its effective range is two to three hundred meters, while the rifle is a little farther away. Although the bullet has deviated from the track when it flies in front of everyone, it can still be pierced by ordinary people.

In an instant, the civilians in the distance suffered a second injury. After a wave of shooting, more than a dozen people were beaten into sieves, ventilated in all directions, and fell into a pool of blood. The rest of the people hurriedly hid behind the carriage, only to avoid being beaten into a hornet's nest.

"Idiots in the army, big soldiers, we are Japanese!"

"Stop it, stop it, we are our own!"

Kinoshita Sanzuo turned a deaf ear and ordered his soldiers to retreat to load ammunition, and the back row became the front row for a new round of shooting.

Lin Lang's face remained unchanged, and he stretched his palms upwards, and suddenly a glowing circle appeared on the top of his head. The milky yellow light on it was bright, and it naturally drooped down to form a light curtain, like a canopy above his head.

Ordinary bullets hitting the light curtain can only make the light curtain tremble slightly, let alone break through, the bullet can't even embed at all. This is because Lin Lang's spiritual power is not as good as before. In the heyday, these bullet faces could not shake the light curtain.

Despite the hail of bullets, he can't bear the slightest bit!

"You monster."

Kinoshita Sanzuo's face was a little ugly, and fortunately he knew that there were such extraordinary people in the world, otherwise he would have panicked.

But how did the ordinary soldiers under him know this? Seeing Lin Lang walking step by step, they felt a little flustered in their hearts.

"What kind of monster is this..." The soldiers were full of astonishment. It was the first time they saw someone who could ignore bullets. The theoretical rate of fire of the Type 64 automatic rifle was about 500 rounds per minute. They fired more than ten thousand bullets.

However, there is still nothing to do with the mask.

"The second team retreats, and the third team loads grenades and prepares to launch!" Misa Kinoshita still commanded in an orderly manner.

The grenade launchers equipped by Japan are small in size and look similar to automatic rifles on the surface, but they are superior in their fierce firepower, strong surface damage and armor-piercing capabilities.

Therefore, even a squadron is not equipped with a lot, only a few dozen doors.

At the same time, the tanks in the rear finally arrived belatedly, raised their thick grenade launchers and anti-aircraft machine guns, and opened fire suddenly.

Seeing that the army ahead was about to fire, everyone panicked. It may be difficult for ordinary bullets to penetrate the double-layer iron skin of the train, but armor-piercing bullets are different. Not to mention the power of scattered shrapnel, the shock wave caused even in a short period of time is enough to tear the human body.

"Cease fire, cease fire! Tell your chief to come out. I have been friends with Mr. Fujiwara for many years. I will call him!" A fat man with a big belly stood up. Judging by his clothes, he should be a successful person with some achievements.

Indeed, this fat man has a lot of power in the Japanese government, and can even be mobilized to the top of the military. It's a pity... the county magistrate is not as good as he is now, how can these soldiers care about him, the grenades are pouring down all over the sky.

"Damn it, if I can go back alive, I will find a friend to dismiss you!" the fat man said angrily.

Countless gunfire poured down, and many years later, these became an untestable black history.

...

Lin Lang walked in the hail of bullets, surrounded by

Cannon fire roared, and grenades landed on top of his head from time to time, the light curtain vibrated, and then the light dimmed a bit.

It has to be said that compared with ordinary bullets, armor-piercing bullets are a hundred times more powerful, and even Lin Lang's spiritual shield is a little unstable. Fortunately, there were only a dozen or so grenades fired at the opposite side. Instead of a hundred, or even more mortars superimposed together, it was enough to completely bury the strong man in the divine realm here.

"However... only these firepowers can't stop a quasi-god-level powerhouse!"

Lin Lang let out a low cry, and the speed of his feet suddenly accelerated, and countless artillery fires landed in the empty space, blasting out a huge deep pit.

However, Lin Lang's shadow has disappeared!

"Where are people?"

Everyone looked at each other, but Lin Lang could no longer be found.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd.

Lin Lang successfully rushed into the formation of the Self-Defense Forces and joined the flock.

kill!