Suddenly, I noticed a murderous burst from behind.

I didn't have time to find out which side of the enemy was coming, so I shrunk my neck and hid my head, avoiding the enemy's fatal slash to my neck.

The length of the sword is more than two and a half feet, and the blade and blade are thin and slightly curved, and it is the only "middle sword" in Japanese swords.

The claw hammer was in my hand, and while I looked up to see the middle knife clearly, my body was already turning clockwise, using a "whip hand".

In traditional Chinese martial arts, the force of the "whip hand" is at the waist, and the focus is on the palm, and the waist strength is completely used to drive the palm edge to hit the enemy. The waist emits a point of force, and when it rotates at high speed, the palm edge becomes ten force when it comes into contact with the enemy's body. Therefore, whip hands and whip legs are violent heavy moves, not fatal occasions, and they will not be used easily.

This time, the force was on my waist, but the focus was on the hammer head of the claw hammer.

If the enemy wants to cut off my head with a knife and leave no room for a shot, then why should I politely open the door and steal it? Just like after the Nanjing Massacre, which shocked China and the rest of the world, the Chinese nation could only be forced to return a tooth for a tooth and blood for blood, setting off an iron-blooded tide of the all-people war of resistance and the unification of the war of resistance.

That blow swept off the front of the enemy's chest.

I don't have a knife in my hand, so I can't return the knife with a knife, so I can only use an ordinary claw hammer to educate the Japanese about the truth of "being a man and leaving a line". If they are willing to carry their knives like brutes in the civilian pile, "a hundred people, a thousand people", then they must bear the consequences of being animals.

My hammer looks really brutal on the surface, but for animals, non-brutal killing cannot calm the resentment of the people of our Chinese nation.

I turned back and saw a man lurking in the shadow of the hood, a large part of his chest swept away by the claw hammer, and he had become more than half a bloody man.

Originally, the person had changed the structure of his body and was embedded in the hood. After being hit hard, he was unable to control his body freely, and finally fell down, stacking himself with his companion who had been killed by Sang Wanyu.

Those who are not of my race will have different hearts.

These Japanese ninjas are completely dehumanized, and do everything according to orders, whether right or wrong, good or evil. Many Chinese martial arts masters have warned their juniors that killing Japanese ninjas is not murder, because they are just beasts in human form, there is no lower limit to their actions, and they will never surrender and naturalize. There is no second way to go except to kill in the court.

"Now, it's finally settled." I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I only sigh that no matter how many ninjas I kill, I can't save the lives of my Chinese nation's anti-Japanese pioneers. In 1938, one of our elders was good at ocean diving, and in 1938 he wrote to the Nanjing government asking for the dispatch of 10 warships and 8,000 soldiers, and he would lead these ships and soldiers to the East China Sea, blow up the continental shelf, and completely push the Japanese island into the Mariana Trench and plunge into a bottomless abyss from which there will be no return. To this day, I can't help but be eager to try this possibility when I think about it......" Sang Wanyu said.

I quickly found that history in my head, that maverick marine diving expert named Sang Shunyao, a family education and talent.

The book said that Sang Shunyao repeatedly cried blood and wrote the book, but was ridiculed by others, and was dragged out of the Nanjing government office building and thrown into a flower bed on the side of the street, becoming a joke for colleagues after dinner.

At that time, the media of various countries stationed in Nanjing interviewed Sang Shunyao, and his reputation was infinitely raised overnight, and the news reports reached as far as the United States and Europe.

"Pushing the Japanese island into the trench" is theoretically feasible, but technical support and financial promotion are not in place, and everything is empty talk. This is precisely the reason why US and European military experts dare to wantonly mock Sang Shunyao.

The negative impact of these reports is also terrible, and it has caused great panic in the Japanese government. In the month of that year, Sang Shunyao received a phone invitation to go to the city government for a meeting, and was shot dead by Japanese spies in a traffic jam halfway through.

If the family history can be linked to the real historical figure Sang Shunyao, the identity of Sang Wanyu is also very special.

"We packed up the car and walked away with the two bodies." I say.

It's a public place, and any hint can set you on fire.

When the hood was lowered, there was a thud, and a feathered arrow came at you.

I dodged to dodge, only to find that there was a man lying on his stomach in the back of the Lexus car, holding a bow and arrow in both hands, aiming at me for the second time.

"Split up!" I shouted as I withdrew my hand back, closed the hood, and rolled over to land on the right side of the car.

After the second arrow was missed, the man did not give up, did not give up, and drew his bow towards me, ready to attack for the third time.

In the past hundred years of film and television works, the image of Japanese ninjas has been completely portrayed, black clothes, black hats, black shoes, black masks, plus medium knives, meteor darts, rope darts, iron box crossbow arrows, all weapons and equipment are designed for assassination.

The medium-sized bow held by the person opposite is also a kind of ninja weapon, the bow body is equipped with a sight, the bow tire can be folded in four folds, hidden in the pocket of clothes, although its power can not reach a hundred steps away, but it can kill silently within twenty steps, and the accuracy and lethality exceed that of a miniature pistol.

Sang Wanyu swept out from the other side of the car, and when I called out the words "stay alive", the sword in her left hand had already pierced the enemy's throat and was silently retracted.

"Four...... The four major centaurs are all here...... Dunhuang is over, you're finished, you're finished......" The black-robed, white-faced ninja abandoned his bow and arrow, covered the bloody hole under the Adam's apple with both hands, and laughed miserably like a dying owl.

I walked over and stared at him in silence.

During the Shogunate period, ninjas were reduced to killing machines for warlords, daimyos, landlords, and feudal lords, who sold themselves one day and enslaved them for life. Therefore, this profession extends to the present day, and once one of them becomes a strange beast with no humanity, no distinction between good and evil, acting exactly according to the will of its master until he dies in battle.

They look like people, but in essence they are mindless monsters.

The harm of Japanese culture is terrifying.

"It's a person who has no direction in his heart." Sang Wanyu whispered.

The ninja's heart was embroidered with a string moon, extremely curved and thin, like a beauty's green eyebrows.

When the modern generation of young Jianghu talks about Japanese ninjas, they generally mention the Iga faction, the Koga faction, etc., and only senior Jianghu people will talk about the ancient, treacherous, obscure, and insidious ninja sect of the "Heart Moon Wuxiang School".

There is a famous example that can prove the status of the faction in Japanese politics and rivers and lakes - the poisoning and death of Huo Yuanjia, the hero of the Jinmen Sect, is the masterpiece of the "Heart-Moon Directionless Faction", which was personally shot by the sixth generation of the sect's suzerain, Jiaoyue Ichiban. At that time, the Japanese military sent more than 4,000 spies to lurk in China, including many assassins of the Koga faction and the Iga faction, but the military bigwigs only believed in the people of the "Heart Moon Sect", and the bigwigs were willing to go to Kaedemoji Temple in Hokkaido in order to invite Kyaukzuki to go out of the mountain, and persuaded them for three days and three nights to gain Kyauktsuki's trust and be willing to serve the military.

This history is recorded in the "Secret Records of the Rivers and Lakes of Jinmen", and all the old people in the rivers and lakes in Beijing and Tianjin know it.

"Why?" I couldn't help but smile wryly.

Every time this ninjutsu sect appears in the rivers and lakes, something big will happen. Since the assassination of Huo Yuanjia, there has been no news of him in the Central Plains. I don't want them to appear in Dunhuang and let this important town on the ancient Silk Road be caught in the whirlpool of rivers and lakes again.

"Kill a big guy...... Cut down the big tree, and the monkeys will all die, that's it, the four big men and horses come to cut down your big tree, and the yellow flower will be over, hehehehe......" The ninja fell with convulsions and rolled on the ground in pain.

"Kill him." I told Sang Wanyu.

She shook her head slightly: "That's too cheap for him, if he wants to kill, as long as my sleeve sword is slightly cut half an inch, he will die on the spot." I swore that as long as conditions permitted, I would make every Japanese who died at my hands miserable and make them regret why they were reborn as Japanese in this life! ”

Pain tempered her into a sword of vengeance, which is forgivable, but its method is not advisable.

China has always had an ancient adage that "two countries compete with each other, each for its own master", so I only have a neutral attitude towards the assassination of Huo Yuanjia by Jiaoyue, and have a rational nationalist spirit.

It is understandable that Ichiamuni was a Japanese ninja who fought for the emperor and assassinated the enemy's sharpest generals, and his ashes were finally placed at the Yasukuni Shrine, becoming a so-called "national hero" in the eyes of the Japanese. That was the inevitability of history, and it was also his only fate as a Japanese warrior.

The war was over, the warmongers had already been punished with the severest punishment, and a new life for civilians in both countries had begun. "Don't lose your normal heart" is what I want to tell Sang Wanyu the most, never let hatred control your emotions, and re-examine World War II with a calm, patient, tolerant, and determined vision.

I dragged the breathless ninja to the wall, opened a cardboard box, and loaded the corpse in.

Next, I should find a car wash faucet and rinse the car inside and out.

It's already dawn, and if our car leaves the parking lot with blood stains, we will be caught by the police after not walking more than a few kilometers.

I asked Sang Wanyu to go to the back seat to rest, drove by myself, walked around the parking lot for half a circle, and soon found a car wash faucet next to an oversized roller shutter door.

"I'll go down and wash the car, and you can take a nap." I told Sang Wanyu.

I got out of the car and noticed a white van parked behind the cement pillar on the right.

The windows of that car were covered with thickened sunscreen film, and when you looked from the outside, the glass was so black that you couldn't see anything.

In the sound of rushing water, the hood of the car was washed up and down, and all the blood went down the drain with the cold water.

"It's better - let the enemy know the difficulties and retreat!" I whispered to myself.

Killing people and setting fires, being happy and vengeful, eating meat, drinking wine in a big bowl - this is the life that ordinary people yearn for the most, but although that kind of life is happy, it is not suitable for all Jianghu people.

In a harmonious world and a peaceful China, I hope that any killing can be restrained by the rule of law, and that all citizens can have the law to follow and the law must follow, so that China can truly become a just country governed by law and everyone is equal.

After the car was washed, I realized that Sang Wanyu had not been sleeping, but followed me with his eyes, as if he was thoughtful.

She opened the door and got out of the car, with her arms outstretched, and her back facing up.

"Don't worry about the Japanese ninjas, their frontal combat power is not as strong as the legend says. As long as you are more vigilant and don't give them a chance, then you can rest easy. I said.

She is a girl, and if she is under too much pressure, she will not be able to support it, which will lead to a mental breakdown.

Since we are comrades-in-arms, we must take care of each other, rely on each other, and face the enemy together.

"I'm not worried about myself, I'm worried about the whole organization. I find that hatred is destroying our sanity, and that is not a good sign. She replied in a rambling voice.

I smiled wryly, it was good to be able to recognize the problem, but recognizing the problem but not taking the initiative to fix the problem was the biggest trouble she faced at the moment.

"Everyone understands that defending China and fighting against the Japanese invaders is not just a heavy burden on the shoulders of a few people or dozens of people, but a great national cause supported by 1.4 billion people. Don't crush yourself, it will only hurt the relatives and the enemies will be happy—" I replied earnestly.

There was a sudden movement in the white wagon, which seemed to be the sound of a woman struggling desperately after her mouth was covered.

Sang Wanyu reacted extremely quickly and immediately slid forward and rushed to the rear of the station wagon.

I promptly issued a reminder: "Don't be in a hurry, the situation is unclear, half defensive and half offensive." ”

It is a good thing to be a hero in the early days, but before you know it, you will only harm others and yourself.

With a bang, the side door of the station wagon slid open, and a woman in disheveled clothes rushed out of the car, shouting hoarsely: "Help, help...... Help me! ”

She rushed towards me, and Sang Wanyu was already in front of the station wagon door the moment the woman jumped out.

There were no overhead lights on in the car, and it was dark.

Immediately, I had a bad omen and shouted loudly: "Miss Sang, retreat, retreat!" ”

I screamed within twenty seconds of Sang Wanyu's attack, after all, in the few minutes between the sound coming from the car and the woman jumping down, I had been thinking about countermeasures, and there was no good way to take shape until now. It's just that the woman came suddenly, proving that there was an emergency in the car, and it was likely that the thugs committed the murder in the dark room.

As soon as Sang Wanyu rushed over, he would face the thug who had hurt the woman at close range, which was quite dangerous.

The silver blade of a Japanese sword protruded half a foot from under the shoulder blades on Sanwanyu's back, and the blood was dripping with blood, which was very amazing.

With Sang Wanyu's reflexes, even if he is hit by a sharp blade, he can kill the opponent or drift away. Unfortunately, this time, the enemy's arrangement can be described as seamless.

A black iron hook stretched out from the car, the diameter of the hook was more than a foot, and as soon as it came out, it firmly hooked Sang Wanyu's waist, and then dragged her into the car.