Jiro Kiyama was so anxious to die, braving the flying bullets, he ordered the remnants of the Japanese guards to desperately resist the fierce attack of Duan Peng and others, and went straight to Fushimiya Toshihiko's side, and probed the nose of the prince with one hand.

"Whew!"

Jiro Kiyama breathed a sigh of relief, and Toshihiko Fushimi Miya just fainted from the explosion. I saw that Fushimi Palace Toshihiko was blown up and fell to the ground, Jiro Kiyama pushed it, and there was no movement from Fushimi Palace Toshihiko, which meant that he couldn't wake up in a short time.

"Bagaya Road, it's a big trouble now!" Jiro Kiyama had already told Fushimiya Toshihiko before, and now the cliff could not withstand the attack of the Eighth Route Army, and secretly hinted that Fushimiya Toshihiko was ready to commit suicide.

It's just that now Fushimi Palace Toshihiko was blown up to death by a grenade thrown by Duan Peng's soldiers, and he can't wake up in a short time, do you want me to do it?

It's just that at this time, Duan Peng and the others saw Jiro Jiro rushing to Fushimi Palace Toshihiko, and they immediately felt that it was very likely that the old devil prince would be killed, so Duan Peng was overjoyed and said: "Damn, the devil prince was killed by us, brothers, kill all the devils in the carriage, and leave no one behind!" ’。

"Yes, Captain!" Everyone was overjoyed, but the guy in his hand kept firing hot bullets at the remnants of the Japanese guards, one bullet after another, suppressing and bursting the bodies of the devil soldiers.

The screams forced Jiro Kiyama to take care of Fushimi Palace Toshihiko at this time, and hurriedly grabbed Miyamoto Miko, who was already sluggish, and said: "Miss Miko, we can't stand it, Your Highness has been stunned by the grenades of the Shina Army!" Miss Miko, please prepare to die for His Majesty the Emperor! In addition, His Highness fainted to death, please help Her Highness with Miss Miko! ”。

Miyamoto Miko woke up from her stupor in an instant at this time, knowing that it would definitely not be good to fall into the hands of the enemy. What's more, she is the fiancée of Fushimi Palace Toshihiko, at this time, if she and Fushimi Palace Toshihiko are captured by the Eighth Route Army, it will be the greatest shame of the Wa Kingdom, even if it is for the sake of her family in the empire, Miyamoto Miko quickly and resolutely said: "Don't worry, Captain Jiro Kiyama, I will be ready, and when you can't support it anymore, I will pull the grenade as soon as possible, and together with His Highness, go to see Amaterasu!" ”。

"Miss Miko, then prepare! The lowly position has retired, and the lowly position will go to see Amaterasu first! Goodbye, Miko-san! Jiro Kiyama's tone was extremely sad and indignant, and now for Jiro Kiyama, his life is counting down.

Miyamoto Miko just nodded silently, and then watched Jiro Kiyama leave to direct the remnants of the Japanese army to resist. And Miyamoto Miko lowered her head and silently stared at the body of Fushimi Palace Toshihiko, who had already had no movement, and couldn't help but feel sad in her heart, where did she think that she followed Fushimi Palace Toshihiko to Taiyuan, Shina Jin Province was just interested in traveling, and was actually ambushed by the Eighth Route Army. I think I'm going to be ready to see Amaterasu.

At this time, Jiro Kiyama was hunched and commanded the remnants of the Japanese guards to resist.

"Boom, boom!"

"Tubu!"

The cramped compartment was full of grenade explosions and the intertwined collision of submachine guns on both sides, light and heavy machine guns, crackling and popping, and bullets wandering around like jumping dancers.

"Your Excellency Shaozuo, I can't stand it! There are only fifteen of us left, and the Chinese army has been reinforced from the back of the car, and we are now at a disadvantage in our troops, and if we want to resist it, we really can't stand it! Lingqiu County is less than ten minutes away from us, and now it is almost half an hour, and even the imperial garrison of Pingxingguan should arrive! A ghost soldier of the guard team ran to Jiro Kiyama very sadly and said anxiously.

But before Jiro Kiyama could answer, a bullet hit the head of the little devil soldier, and Bai Huahua's brain flew into Jiro Kiyama's face, and the disgusting old devil was about to vomit.

Fortunately, Jiro Kiyama can be regarded as a little devil who kills people without blinking, and he was just stunned for a while, and then scolded: "Yaga, that person, kill Ji!" ”。

At the moment, Jiro Jiro can only shout with a wry smile, the reinforcements are now very without a trace of news, the Japanese telegraph operator in the carriage has already taken a submachine gun together to fight back against Duan Peng's attack team, not half a minute ago, the only one in the carriage who can contact the Japanese telegraph operator outside, is already a death row prisoner, there are dozens of gun holes on his body, and the dead can no longer die.

At this time, even if the Japanese reinforcements arrived nearby, Jiro Jiro Jiyama had no way to contact the reinforcements of the devil.

At this time, Jiro Kiyama desperately shouted to the remnants of his devil guard to resist according to the hastily constructed fortifications. It's just that less than twenty people have been beaten at the moment.

"Baga Ya Lu, damn it, whose troops are this? Eighth Route Army, which unit is so powerful? The combat power and combat experience are too rich! It's a pity that His Royal Highness and Miss Miko may pass by here, it's just a disaster! Jiro Kiyama looked in the direction of Miko Miyamoto and Toshihiko Fushimi Miya, who were not far behind him, but he was faintly speechless.

Duan Peng saw that there were not many remnants of the devil in the carriage at this time, so he was overjoyed, waved his hand, and beckoned the brothers to start strengthening the offensive, especially the continuous throwing of grenades, and the remnants of the devil who blew up suffered heavy casualties.

"Smack!"

At this time, Peng Mao hid behind a thick seat with his waist down, and when he saw Jiro Kiyama just looking backwards, he suddenly felt that the timing was right.

"Made, little devil, suffer death!" In order to motivate the remnants of the Japanese army to fight to the death, Jishan Jiro did not take off the officer's clothes on his body, so Duan Peng, a reconnaissance veteran, was overjoyed to see it, Nima's, no matter who Jiro Jiro was not far away, but Duan Peng picked up the shell gun in his hand and shot it at Jiro Jiro.

With a snap, Jiro Jiro Kaneyama's shell gun hit his chest, and the old devil's body was knocked down by the impact of the bullet less than a meter away from Miko Miyamoto.

At this time, Miyamoto Miko saw the face of Jiro Kiyama after he fell from the gap between the fortifications.

Miyamoto Miko saw that Jiro Kiyama was speechless at this time, her mouth was gurgling with blood, and her eyes were looking at Miyamoto Miko.

Miyamoto Miko was suddenly frightened, she saw Jiro Jiro's temporary turn before, and saw Jiro Jiro's hand seemed to want to be raised in the direction of Miyamoto Miko. Jiro Kiyama's lips pursed and wanted to speak, but the bullet hit Jiro Kiyama, constantly tugging at Jiro Kiyama's vitality.

Slowly, Jiro Kiyama's eyes suddenly closed, and he was completely on death row.

"Ahhhh Miyamoto Miko was shocked, death was so close to her, she was so frightened that Miyamoto Miko stood up and shouted, her eyes were already full of horror.