Someone alive?

After joining the army, he thought consciously.

Ye Xingzhong kicked the stairs again, squatted down, kicked his feet, and rolled in like a big ball.

"Bang bang bang bang ......" A rapid gunshot rang out, and a puff of dirt and dust splashed at the staircase.

There were a few bullets that landed less than a foot from the head of the soldier on the side.

Bian Congjun was scared into a cold sweat.

If Ye Xingzhong doesn't stop him, where is his life?

Ye Xingzhong rolled over twice, half leaning against the wall, determined the position according to the gunshot, and was just about to shoot, when he subconsciously looked up and saw a person shrunk by the window.

Masao Konoe?

Ye Xingzhong's wrist lowered slightly, and his fingers pulled the trigger.

The bullet landed in the thigh of Masao Konoe.

He didn't have such accurate marksmanship, and if he aimed at the hand holding the gun, he might hit him in the head.

As soon as Konoe Masao was in pain, he was diverted, and he slammed his hand and forgot to shoot.

Hearing the gunshots stop, Bian Congjun rushed in first, and suddenly heard Ye Xingzhong shouting: "Don't shoot!" ”

Want to keep your mouth alive?

Masao Konoe grinned, threw the gun, and reached for his leg.

When Ye Xingzhong Dingqing saw it, his soul was about to be shocked.

A bunch of grenades?

He touched it, fished out an overturned round stool by the wall, and threw it vigorously.

Masao Konoe had just touched the grenade and was about to send it to his mouth when he felt a black shadow flying towards him.

With a "bang", Masao Konoe's eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

"Dang!"

The grenade fell from Masao Konoe's hand and smashed into the grenade pile.

Ye Xingzhong, who had already jumped to the window, saw that there was no white smoke coming out, his heart suddenly relaxed, his legs were weak, and a backplanted onion fell down.

Bian Congjun, who had just fallen down and had not yet climbed the rope, also breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did he realize that his heart was beating like a drum.

A grenade is not terrible, as long as it is not within a radius of five meters, and if you lie down in time, the possibility of serious injury is very small.

But a bunch of grenades is different, once it explodes, the two teams on the second floor are estimated to not survive.

Fuck it!

Ye scolded in his heart, gasped for breath, quickly got up, and stomped his feet on the floor twice.

He still feels a little sore in his legs.

When the army got up, Ye Xingzhong had already rushed to Konoe Masao's side, kicked away all the grenades, and touched Konoe Masao's body up and down.

There seems to be something in the neckline!

Ye Xingzhong pulled out a dagger and cut off Konoe Masao's collar.

Inside are light yellow crystals with a pungent smell.

Ye Xingzhong snorted and sneered twice, grabbed Konoe Masao's chin with both hands, and directly unloaded it.

"Poison?" Bian Congjun asked.

"Hmm!" Ye Xingzhong nodded, "See you for the first time, right?" If you encounter it again in the future, you must be careful, if you move slowly, the person who is alive and kicking in the first second will become a corpse in the next second......"

When he followed Fang Buwei in the past, Fang Buwei didn't tell them less, and Bian Congjun naturally remembered it very clearly.

But knowing is knowing, he has not yet formed an instinct, and his reaction is not as fast as Ye Xingzhong.

"Who is this?" Bian Congjun looked at Konoe Masao with some familiarity, and recalled slightly, thinking that it was the person recognized by the porter on the dock.

"Hey, hey......" Ye Xingzhong gritted his teeth and laughed twice, "It doesn't matter who he is, anyway, he knows that he has made a great contribution......"

Done a great job?

Bian Congjun's eyes lit up.

He thought of the scene when Ye Xingzhong didn't let him shoot when he first rushed in.

Ye Xingzhong knows this Japanese?

Not telling yourself is definitely not for the sake of stealing credit, but involves confidentiality.

Ye Xingzhong checked Konoe Masao's injuries.

The right half of his body was soaked in blood, Ye Xingzhong touched it, and felt two bullet holes in his right shoulder.

It should have been shot when Masao Konoe shot sideways.

The upper body was no longer injured, but both legs were injured.

A piece of the calf of the left calf was torn off, shrapnel was still hanging on it, bleeding constantly, and the right leg was a gunshot wound, which was the same shot that Ye Xingzhong shot.

Ye Xingzhong reached out and touched it in his arms, took out a medicine bottle, pulled out the stopper, and poured the medicine powder on Konoe Masao's wound.

Smelling the smell a little familiar, Bian Congjun's eyes narrowed slightly.

He also has a bottle of such medicine, which is given to Fang Buwei when he is not a guard.

Fang Buwei said that it was a miracle medicine for smelting injuries, and there would definitely be no fake.

"Hiss", it may be that Ye Xingzhong's movements were a little violent, and he pulled the wound, and Konoe Masao woke up.

"Want to blow up Lao Tzu? I'll fuck you......" Ye Xingzhong smacked on Konoe Masao's face, but the bandaging of his hand did not stop.

"Woo woo...... "Konoe screamed, writhing his body hard.

Ye Xingzhong slashed a palm knife into Konoe Masao's neck, and Konoe Masao rolled his eyes and fainted again.

"Old Bian, you go to the chief and report the situation here...... Ye Xingzhong tore off Masao Konoe's shirt, pulled it into strips of cloth one by one, and wrapped it around Masao Konoe's wound.

"Good!" Bian Congjun answered, and sighed secretly in his heart.

Ye Xingzhong asked him to report, but he was also showing his attitude, he had no intention of grabbing credit.

In the past, I just heard about it, but today I have a deep feeling.

Sure enough, it was no different from the rumors, Fang Buwei and his subordinates were out of character, and they were out of step with the military of this era.

"Wait!" Ye Xingzhong stopped Bian Congjun again.

"What else do you have to explain?" Bian Congjun turned around.

Ye Xingzhong pondered for a few seconds.

He thought about whether to let Fang Buwei order to open the city gate and send Konoe Masao to the hospital as soon as possible.

Although Ye Xingzhong doesn't know as much as others, the other party doesn't know it, and he knows better than others.

That's a person who doesn't shed tears when he sees a coffin.

Masao Konoe is different from the ones he caught before: he is Lin Zi'an's uncle.

Ye Xingzhong empathized, if he didn't do it and wanted to use Lin Zi'an's identity to make a fuss, this person would definitely not stay.

"Forget it, you hurry up and ask the chief to come over, and say that you have caught this person......" Ye Xingzhong pointed at Konoe Masao.

If you slow down for a few minutes, you shouldn't be able to die.

Bian Congjun nodded.

Although he didn't know the identity of this Japanese, as long as he mentioned that it was the one recognized by the porter on the dock, Fang Buwei naturally understood.

Bian Congjun went downstairs, Ye Xingzhong roughly bandaged it, and asked the team members to find a door panel and carry Konoe Masao downstairs.

As soon as he went down, he saw Fang Buwei walking over quickly, less than fifty meters away from Baoyue Tower.

It must be that Bian Congjun has just gotten off the Baoyue Tower, and Fang Buwei is halfway there.