Gradually, the crowd began to move.

Kyoko Tojo uses her charming language and figure to encourage people.

"Quickly, whoever wants to go home first, come first. Whoever refuses to cooperate will be remembered by the imperial army, the imperial army is very kind and kind, but if the imperial army gets angry, the consequences are terrible. Because the Imperial Army is the most powerful army unique in the world! ”

More men began to emerge from the crowd and line up to the front, being taken away by devils and paramedics in white coats.

A team of more than 50 people.

They walked around the square into an alley to the west.

As soon as the crowd moved, the Japanese soldiers also became busy.

Han Feng decided to do it.

He crept over to the roof.

The Japanese poet Kuroda and his accomplice Akiyama were very comfortable with the bedding they had looted, and they were huddled and looked down warmly.

In order to avoid unnecessary panic, the soldiers of the friendly neighborhood brigade were attacked by the remnants of the Chinese army, and the news was heavy, but the squadron leader Yoneichiro Inada did not convey the news to his soldiers.

It was a humiliating thing, and he was also worried about affecting the mood of the officers and men of the troops.

He can understand, because, when the Japanese army is charging and occupying, it is unscrupulous and indiscriminate, and at that time, if the remnants of the Chinese army lurk in the streets and alleys and suddenly sneak attack, it is extremely threatening, and no matter how powerful the Japanese army is, it will be caught off guard and suffer a big loss.

The loss of friendly troops was also his decision to act as soon as possible and execute the Chinese people in this area.

The losses of friendly troops calmed them down a lot, and they decided to deceive, separate, and slowly and safely kill the Chinese.

In this way, the surface of the squadron leader Yyoichiro Inada was quiet, which made the Japanese soldiers under him feel very relaxed.

"Akiyama, do you think our squadron leader is really quarantined?" Devil soldier Kuroda asked.

Akiyama, the devil soldier, smiled: "As for it? Anyway, I won't, I think, it should be killed! ”

Devil soldier Kuroda paused for a moment: "This is a tragedy. Poignant and poetic! ”

Akiyama said: "Shhh, keep it quiet, the squadron leader will think that we have leaked his secret, and he will be angry, hey, Kuroda, how many beauties do you think there are among so many women in China?" ”

Han Feng didn't have the patience to listen to them pollute human thinking with their thinking too much.

When he arrived, he sat down.

Akiyama and Kuroda were chattering, looking over there, they felt someone approaching, and they sat directly beside them, and with a bloody smell, they quickly turned their bodies: "Who?" ”

Han Feng punched the little devil Akiyama on the temple.

In the dark, at the mouth of the alley below, there was a large amount of blurred light and shadow, and Han Feng stayed in the dark for a long time and could see very clearly.

Knocked down Akiyama, his fist turned into a palm, grabbed the clothes on the shoulder of the little devil Kuroda on the right, and flew over with his left fist with a heavy hammer.

The little devil Kuroda also fainted.

This bastard, who wrote poems dipped in the blood of Chinese, was stabbed by Han Feng and cut his throat, ending his despicable and strange life.

Akiyama could not escape the fate of being executed.

He slid down the roof of the house, followed the courtyard wall, carried his rifle, swaggered forward, walked through the alley, walked to the other side of the square, and in all the confusion, followed a group of concentrated men.

There are a lot of medical staff in white coats, these are the Japanese spy Kyoko Tojo forced to come to the hospital over there, the citizens move, talk, the devils urgently assign personnel to escort, some devil machine gunners and riflemen here, threaten and pacify the commotion of the crowd and so on.

Han Feng moved quickly, overtook several teams, and rushed to the front.

Finding a white coat medical staff in a team leader, Han Feng did not speak, but vigilantly patted her on the shoulder.

From the outside, it is guessed that she is a nurse.

However, Han Feng couldn't trust her.

The reason for not speaking is that there are not many devils in this unit, and the devils in small units should know each other, and as soon as they speak, they will expose their targets, this nurse, Han Feng is worried that it is someone who the devil randomly finds to pretend to be.

The devil is not so kind to find real medical personnel, right?

The nurse was startled, hurriedly pushed his hand away, and said in an angry and helpless tone, "Please respect yourself! I am a doctor who runs a hospital in China in the empire, not a woman, you are not allowed to come nonsense! ”

It turned out to be an Oriental medical worker.

The devil's kung fu of showing off and deception is really leaky, and he has invested a lot of money.

It's a pity that Han Feng can't speak Japanese, so he can't make a reasonable fraud and deceive the devil's information.

It is only possible to walk in front.

Soon, when I got there, there were a few devils guarding the door of the alley, "Quick, go in, after a team goes in, wait for a few minutes in the back." ”

The nurse uses a flashlight to guide the queue forward.

Han Feng flashed, went to the side, and took advantage of the devils' inattention to enter through a gap in the wall.

Shuttling through the courtyard and walls, Han Feng, who is in the stage of the king of soldiers, is now a special soldier, skilled in tactics, full of physical energy, and knowledgeable!

How difficult can it be to climb over these small courtyards?

Soon they arrived in the courtyard over there, and there were devils who lit a fire and lit up the surroundings, and several devils asked the team to stand and walked to several courtyards.

There are at least three yards, each with a few devils.

One at the door, and three more when they came out to receive people.

A queue of more than 50 men from Nanjing quickly disappeared.

Han Feng burrowed into a courtyard.

Sneaking in from the location of the stove patio next to it, watching a few people waiting outside, there were devils suppressing the order with bayonets, and one by one the men were shouted and went in.

Only those who went in, and those who did not come out.

Han Feng thought about it, and after everyone standing outside went in, he suddenly rushed over and punched the devil who was responding outside the door.

Quickly dragged to this side and cut the throat with a bayonet.

Poof.

The devil died silently.

Han Feng took the identity of the devil and walked into the upper house.

Here, there are three devils, one in a daze under the light, and there are several white pieces of paper on the table, with red handprints on them, like signing and painting to press handprints.

The other two devils are busy over there.

There is a door panel in the middle.

There's also a light in there.

"It's true, there are too many people in China, and you can't kill them all!" The devil in front of the table was a little bored, yawned, and deliberately stammered in Chinese to express his pride.

Han Feng understood.

He bowed his head slightly, covered his face with a steel helmet, and arranged the steel helmet with his left hand, further revealing his identity.

When you get to that little devil, you hit him with a punch!

Temple.

What I didn't expect was that this guy's head was really made of granite, and it hurt Han Feng's fist.

The little devil collapsed on the table.

Hanfeng rushed to the place where the wooden plank was blocked.

Here, a devil stands with a knife, wiping the blood from the blade with a rag, and a devil drags a corpse outside the door.

There is a lot of firewood and grass piled up on the ground, and it is a mess, and people should have killed it here and dragged it outside, and it is estimated that there is a free place to pile up corpses outside the upper house.

When Han Feng rushed over, the little devil wiping the saber was still concentrating on wiping, muttering in his mouth: "Next!" Come on! ”

Han Feng snorted with a spear and cut the devil's throat.

The force was very strong, and it directly cut the neck of the little devil and cut most of it.

Blood spurted wildly, and the little devil shook twice and fell to the left front.