When Liu Cheng pulled the trigger, there were only six Japanese soldiers left by Kasahara Kawakiichi's side.

At this time, Kasahara Kawakiichi and his soldiers had completely lost the bushido spirit and the momentum of the imperial warriors that they talked about all day long, and they shrank together one by one with trembling and frightened eyes, waiting for the judgment of fate.

"Whoa!"

Liu Cheng changed the magazine, pulled the bolt to load the bullet, and pulled the trigger again.

There was no expression on his face, no hatred, no anger.

As the independent battalion expanded and the scale of the battle grew, these twenty or thirty enemies were no longer enough for his mood to fluctuate.

For him, killing Kasahara Kawakiichi and others would at best be regarded as charging some interest in advance to the Japanese for that mass murder three years later.

That's all.

At the moment of life and death, Kasahara Kawakiichi completely lost the dignity of a soldier, and he continued to beat and scold, and then turned to pleading, but he could not stop the bullets flying towards them.

Retreating, sharp blades that do not know from which direction they will appear, slitting their throats; If you don't withdraw, you can only fight for that little luck that basically doesn't exist in the face of bullets.

Kasahara Kawakiichi pressed one of his soldiers in front of him, trying to use the soldier's body to fend off the bullet.

Although the penetration of the submachine gun is not strong, and it can't even be compared to Hanyang, but a flesh and blood body wants to completely resist the bullet, which is tantamount to a fool's dream.

After the last Japanese soldier fell to the ground, the gunfire finally stopped.

At this time, Kasahara Kawakiichi already had two bullet holes in his stomach.

The sage grass in front of him was slowly pushed away, and Liu Cheng's frost-covered face gradually appeared in Kasahara Kawaki's eyes.

"Bastard...... Baga ...... Ahem...... I'm going to kill you! ”

Facing the hideous Kasahara Kawakiichi, Liu Cheng smiled.

But that smile looked even more hideous than Kasahara Kawakiichi in his rage.

"Shotgun" squatted at Liu Cheng's feet, sticking out his tongue and staring at Kasahara Kawakiichi, full of vigilance.

"Kill me? You don't deserve it! Shotgun, on! Liu Cheng squinted at Kasahara Kawakiichi, raised his hand and patted the head of the "shotgun".

"Ahh Bastard! The people of China! Stop it! Yes! …… Bastard! I won't let you go! ”

Kasahara Kawakiichi's cursing and wailing continued for two or three minutes before he gradually weakened.

The only gain before dying was to truly see the ferocity and absolute execution of a dog like Demu.

Liu Cheng glanced at Kasahara Kawakiichi, who was in a miserable state, waved his hand to call the "shotgun" back to his side, and ordered those soldiers in a deep voice:

"Drag the corpse to the open field and feed the wolves, let's go back!"

Of the 20 fighters of the special operations company, only one was unfortunately shot twice, but there was no danger to his life, and the rest were all intact.

If these people are placed on the battlefield, they can only be regarded as fighters with strong combat effectiveness at most, but in a battle of this scale, they are almost invincible.

What's more, it's not a battle at all, it should be called a hunt.

Back in Taolin, Liu Cheng immediately ordered Tian Liuwa, who was stationed in Xinghe, and Zhou He, who was stationed in Liangcheng, to secretly send additional men to increase vigilance and prevent the infiltration and assassination of Japanese agents.

Liu Cheng knew very well in his heart that although the main target of the little devil was him, he would not kill him alone.

As long as it is a person from his independent battalion, even if it is just an ordinary soldier, as long as the time is right, they will definitely not be merciful.

As soon as the order was handed down, a soldier appeared at the door of Liu Cheng's room with a piece of paper.

"Report to the battalion commander! Receive a set of codes! ”

Liu Cheng took the piece of paper in his hand and looked at it, and immediately sent the soldier out.

The telegram was sent by Finn.

After finding the code book and translating the message, Liu Cheng's face gradually became solemn.

There is only one line of words: Yoshiko Kawashima appeared in the Fengtian Special High School, and the target was you.

For this Kawashima Yoshiko, Liu Cheng is no stranger to it.

This is a legend that left a strong mark on that period of history, and there are many different versions of whether he died or lived in the end.

Facing such a person, an extremely dangerous woman, Liu Cheng must deal with it carefully.

Because it is likely that if you are not careful, you will fall into the way of others.

On the outskirts of Mukden.

More than thirty Japanese dressed in black and dressed as ninjas stood neatly in front of a woman with respectful expressions.

The woman's appearance is not very beautiful, but there is an indescribable smell.

However, this smell can make most men defenseless.

This woman is Yoshiko Kawashima, a famous Japanese female spy --- later generations.

The body has the blood of Chinese, but it has the heart of a Japanese.

"When you go to Chahar this time, you must bring back that person's head, otherwise, you won't have to come back!" Yoshiko Kawashima's voice was not loud, but it made the hearts of those ninjas tremble.

In their eyes, Yoshiko Kawashima is also a terrible woman.

Her methods seem to be endless, and every time she encounters anything, she can always turn the danger into a disaster, and she can get the benefits she wants to the greatest extent.

Unscrupulous people are often terrible.

"Hayi!" The ninjas agreed in unison, and then dispersed, sweeping in different directions.

"Liu Cheng? Who the hell is it? It's so mysterious, and at the same time it has such a strong ability! Yoshiko Kawashima muttered quietly in a voice that only she could hear.

In a private house in the southern city of Fengtian, Fain was holding a porcelain pot from the south kiln and drinking tea.

If it weren't for his golden stubble and standard European appearance, he would have looked like an authentic old lady.

The door was gently pushed open, and a lean young man, with a sharp energy all over his body, walked up to Finn lightly, and called out in a low voice:

"Sir, their men are gone."

"Hmm." Finn's eyes closed slightly, and he nodded slightly. "Let Luo Laoscar lead people to follow, and when necessary, protect Liu Cheng."

"Yes, sir. But...... That person, does it have such a big effect? The young man looked puzzled and whispered a question.

Finn's eyes opened instantly, and the frightened young man hurriedly lowered his head:

"Don't blame you, sir, your subordinates...... Know the mistake! ”

"Go ahead, remember, you're only in charge of doing things, and you don't have to worry about anything else."

"Yes!"

After the young man left, the door of the inner room was pushed open again, and out of it came a slender figure.

"Dad, he's going to be fine, right?"

The person who spoke was the woman Liu Cheng rescued from Xinjing at the risk of his life, Finn's daughter --- Brita.