Jiang Yang's eyes widened, and he stared at the open package in a daze—there was nothing else in it, there was, the corpse of his unborn child, although it looked like a bloody mass of flesh.

"A bunch of dogs that don't fit like beasts!!" He scolded, lifted the twin swords entwined with gray-blue light, and killed the group of men who were laughing happily, if he could be ruthless, he would definitely kill him without leaving a piece of armor.

A group of people took the child's corpse hostage with knives and tried to blackmail Jiang Yang, but seeing that Jiang Yang's sword was about to cut over, and cut countless openings on them, they were immediately so frightened that they couldn't pee, and they wanted to throw away the knife with a handful of snot and tears, and they wanted to step on the somersault cloud and escape to 108,000 miles away.

"Heh, I've been tricked!" Jiang Yang slaughtered at the group of men like crazy, and suddenly this sentence caught him off guard sounded in his ears, and he hurriedly turned back, but the extremely sharp blade had already slashed at his back, deeply cutting his flesh and blood, and passing to the bones on his back.

"Damn—" Thick blood splattered half a foot high, and through the flow of blood, he could see Nani Rantaro's cunning face, and he could still resist the great pain of the rupture of his internal organs and rush over to sneak attack. The most unforgivable thing is this kind of bastard who has to give face and shame, Jiang Yang gritted his teeth fiercely, turned his body sideways, and planned to recruit this bastard to "return to the horse sword".

"Jiang-Yang-ここにここに!!" The group shouted in unison.

Jiang Yang turned his head in surprise to look at the group of treacherous rats, they actually picked up their knives one by one, and prepared to stab at the child's corpse, the tip of the knife made a shallow mark on it, and they faced Jiang Yang with a cunning and sinister expression.

The expression of the underwhelming is definitely a kind of obscenity that makes it difficult to solve the hatred of a thousand knives, and whoever is replaced has to beat them violently, and it doesn't feel enough to vent their hatred after being shot for five minutes.

"Stop!!" Jiang Yang stabbed the long sword in his right hand at the hand who was holding the knife and cutting the child's heart, and the center of gravity of the whole person fell forward.

"Hehe," the swordsman smirked, "'Sakura Broken Ibis Fly'!! In an instant, the knife in his hand turned into a pink light, and a white beam of light was embedded in the middle of the sword, as white as a feather on an angel's wings. Jiang Yang sensed this battle, and it was undoubtedly like a must-kill move, but his swords had already been inserted around the perimeter of his child's corpse, forming a double encirclement, directly catapulting the group of rats dozens of meters away.

"In front of the beauty of the cherry blossoms, kneel humbly! Fishing Lang!! In an instant, the knife shattered into pieces of white and pink feathers, and when it rose into the air, it swirled and fell quickly in the direction of the back of Jiang Yang's head, and the flaked feathers quickly bonded together, just like the "Oriental Jewel" with sharp beaks and red feet - the appearance of the crested ibis, facing the fan with its sharp snow-white wings, flying straight towards the back of Jiang Yang's head, so fast that he couldn't avoid it.

"Boom-" There was a flash of light on him, and the whole bird burrowed into his body, as if countless knives had pierced his heart at the same time, and he only opened his mouth silently, his eyes were dark, his body was tired and heavy, his legs fell weakly, and then he lay on the ground covered with blood......

After the 'puffer fish ghost' was restored to its original state, the swordsman lifted the wine gourd, walked up to Jiang Yang, shook his thick eyebrows, reached out and opened the wine gourd, and poured all the wine on it on Jiang Yang's face. It didn't take long for Jiang Yang's face to tremble slightly, and he slowly tried to open his bloodstained eyes.

"It's really hard, Angler." The swordsman put away the gourd, handed it to his mouth, and drank a few plums soaked in wine.

Jiang Yang's eyes were already blurry, but he could still see his child lying peacefully in the encirclement of the sword, and he could also see the drunkard swordsman covered in blood here, but he no longer had the strength to drive his body to the slightest, only trembling chapped lips, muttering:

"Is this what you want—a duel...... his dull eyes still glaring sharply at the drunkard swordsman.

The swordsman withdrew the knife in his hand and looked at Jiang Yang silently for a moment.

"Who else has the strength to tie up this Chinese and bring it to our stronghold." The swordsman gave orders to his staggering men, then silently turned around and walked slowly towards a hut in the distance.

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The dim blue light illuminated only one corner of the house, and an old man in a blue military uniform sat at his desk, smoking a cigar with his eyes closed, judging from his wrinkled and sad expression, his mood was really a little frustrated and a little depressed.

"Commander!" A well-bowed soldier came in, saluted him, and continued, "Report to the commander, the Intelligence Department has not yet received a signal from Jiang Yang. ”

He craned his eyebrows, looked at the energetic soldier in front of him, looked at the map and information paper on the table, and snuffed out the cigar in his hand.

"Still no response from above?" His eyes, as deep as a whirlpool of sand in the desert, stared at the soldier as if to ask.

"Nope!" The soldier saluted again and replied in a loud voice.

He slowly stood up from his chair, walked to the bookshelf next to him, and picked up the picture frame that was placed on it.

"Dad can only use his own old way to help you solve the problem, Ah Lian......"

The brim of the soldier's hat covered his eyes, because he knew that the commander was weeping sadly over the picture of his daughter.

He put the picture back on the shelf, walked over to the phone, looked at it and said to the soldier:

"Pass my order, and after the whole army of fighters is sorted out, quickly assemble in the square."

"Yes!" The soldier stomped on his heel and saluted in an unprecedentedly standard military salute.

In the middle of the night after the duel, the panicked knocks and shouts of his men woke the sleeping swordsman.

"What's all this fuss about?!" He is recuperating from his injuries, and if his sleep is not guaranteed, it will affect the speed of his body's recovery.

"Lord Yashirome, there's a warship approaching here at sea!" The glasses boy is wearing thin pajamas with a pair of wasted hands, and he is very thin.

"Is it Chinese?" He asked, putting on his coat.

"That's right." Glasses replied.

"Heh," he sneered, "you don't need to be anxious, and you don't have to be afraid—I'll call the military headquarters now." He continued to smile at his men.

His expression was in front of his subordinates, this qiē was an arranged plan, and his words seemed to be stuffing a reassuring pill into everyone's mouth, and at the same time, he had to stuff a lot of shaking and head pills.

"Commander, we have arrived in the shallow waters of the Diaoyu Islands."

Instead of picking up the binoculars, he stared directly at the somewhat desolate island in front of him with his naked eyes, the map in his fist crumpled and crumpled.

"As soon as you land, surround all the estuaries on the shore and all the houses on the island."

"Yes!" It was still the response of the energetic soldier.

In the room, the swordsman was reporting to the military headquarters in his somewhat obscene Japanese.

"You've made a great contribution this time, you're ......"

"Thank you headquarters for reminding us, but those ranks and rewards and the like are exempt, you have achieved your goal, and I have achieved my goal, that's all."

"Oh, that's good. Our army will soon arrive on your side, so please be patient. ”

……

The island was empty except for the soldiers who had come. Everyone gathered around the wooden house on the east side of the island, forming a heavy encirclement outside the house.

"Ready—fire!!" The commander himself shouted the order.

Hundreds of soldiers pulled the trigger immediately after loading their machine guns, and their movements were uniform.

"Boom-" The sound of the shots all came together. In fact, only eight of the soldiers' guns were fired at the house, and the rest of the hundreds of soldiers fired their bullets at the gray-blue sky. The moment the gun goes off, it is the beginning of the declaration of war.

"Whoosh————" When the gunshots were heard, the first reaction of the Japanese in the room was to lie down, and a few who were half a beat slower were grazed by bullets.

"Hold on, our Imperial Army will come to our rescue soon." The swordsman held the knife at his waist and said to his subordinates.

The formation of hundreds of soldiers was enough to scare the more than a dozen Japanese swordsmen into peeing their pants in terms of aura, but he was thinking about whether he should rush directly into the house and kill this group of Japanese? If you want to rush in, how can you encircle and destroy them while avoiding casualties among your own troops? When these problems are not worth mentioning in his many years of combat experience, the biggest problem is that if Jiang Yang is in their hands, such a reckless charge will force the Japanese to jump over the wall in a hurry, and according to the information he has and the situation at this moment, Jiang Yang must also be in the house, and the life of his son-in-law who has not passed through the door is still pinched in the palm of the hand of the Japanese......