The two Japanese soldiers standing at the gate of the courtyard did not keep scanning the dim alley with their rifles as they imagined, but carried their rifles on their backs, holding torches in one hand, and one of them even had a Japanese-style cigarette in his mouth.

Obviously, the sound of gunfire and artillery in and out of the city made them anxious, but in this area where there were only Chinese civilians, they had nothing to fear. The sense of accomplishment of the Chinese civilians, who smashed open the doors of their houses and drove them like pigs and sheep, barely resisted, reduced their vigilance to a minimum.

Here, they are the beings at the highest level of the food chain.

After hearing the loud answer of the Japanese soldier in the room, the Japanese soldier who put down his worries threw a cigarette to another companion, watching the private who did not catch the cigarette because of his sight and looking for a slight Yile on the ground, and then turned his head sideways and lit his own cigarette with a torch, in the dim firelight, the Japanese soldier greedily took a puff of cigarette, smoke and fire and the dark face under the military hat, there is a sense of vicissitudes after the war.

However, just after the cigarette was swallowed, it had circulated in his lungs for half a circle, and before he could make all the lobes of his lungs feel the charm of the cigarette, a strong hand touched the back of his neck.

The palms are warm, especially in the northern nights of late autumn, which are already a little chilly.

At that moment, the sense of vicissitudes was completely replaced by great fear. The muscles on the face of the Japanese soldier were twisted and terrifying.

There are people behind them, and they are enemies.

Instinctively, the hairs on the body of the Japanese first-class soldier exploded at the first time, and his whole body suddenly stiffened.

It's just that his reaction is obviously too slow, even if this first-class soldier who has been in the army for at least three years is considered a veteran.

It can almost enter, and it is the top five individual combat power of the entire independent regiment, and the big hands can crush the hardest fruit in the mountain with one hand--- pecan. With the sudden force of the wide palm, the fingers with the thickness of the five carrot heads suddenly tightened, and the fragile cervical vertebrae made a "click" sound, and they were completely pinched to smash.

Not only was the crushing of the spinal nerves causing the Japanese army's body to completely lose control, and even the throat could not make a sound, a cold and cold military thorn came out directly through the skull, directly destroying the last trace of life of the Japanese first-class soldier.

His eyes darkened, and the green smoke that he had not had time to exhale was spewed out from the corners of his mouth and nostrils with the last breath of his life.

Before the torch in his hand fell, he was quietly re-grasped by a palm of the Japanese soldier's weak hand.

Then, heavy footsteps sounded.

Of course, it will be heavy, because it is the footsteps caused by the weight of two people, not because of the Japanese army-standard cowhide boots inlaid with iron nails.

pinching the neck vertebrae of the Japanese army with one hand, the strong arm strength actually made the Japanese corpse hang at least ten centimeters in the air, and only in this way could the short Japanese soldier block the carving master who was far above him and stuck behind the Japanese corpse.

It doesn't take a long time to block, maybe just a second is enough.

The Japanese private, who had fallen to the ground because he had not picked up the cigarette properly, had just found the cigarette by the light of the torch, and when he looked up, he saw the veteran walking towards him from a meter away.

It's just that in the dim firelight, not only does the body look extremely weird, but the face is also a little weird.

He could even see that the veteran's head was stained with a black, pointed object.

What's that? Private Somewhat wanted to remind the veteran.

Then he saw the old soldier pounce on him.

What is this trying to do? There was no time to think about the reason, out of respect for the veteran, the first thought of the private was to stretch out his arms.

It's not to welcome good friends, but, as a recruit, he can't let his seniors fall like this! The strict hierarchical concept of the Japanese army allowed the recruits to make the most correct choice.

So, too, died.

At the moment when he saw the old soldier's face comparable to a dead man's face, an inexplicable horror swelled in his heart, and the military thorn that was suddenly drawn from the Japanese soldier's skull pierced into his open mouth like lightning.

The cold spur knocked out his front teeth, and before he could tremble, his little tongue made a sound passed through the gums, through his brain, and through the back of his head.

Like a fish that had not yet been completely dead by a willow leaf through its cheeks, the Japanese private's body writhed violently and tried to flutter, but the heavy corpse of the veteran pressed against him, and only the two feet in cowhide boots were twitching, and there was a muffled "poof" sound from the ground.

But apparently, this little noise was not enough to attract the attention of the two Japanese soldiers in the room, who were a little nervous looking at the horrific corpse in the coffin.

Of course, perhaps, they were smoked by the incense candles dedicated to Chinese drunkards and did not hear it!

Listening to the movement in the house, the second cargo man who killed the two Japanese soldiers as quickly as possible grinned with satisfaction, obviously satisfied with his quiet hunting operation.

Ten seconds later, until the Japanese army was completely left with only pumping, the second cargo man gently put the two corpses on the ground, slowly drew the bloody military thorns, and wiped them clean on the Japanese army's khaki uniform.

The military assassination with a strong smell of blood is not conducive to the next assassination, and the second cargo man who has experienced setbacks and cruel war is no longer the kind-hearted mountain king in the mountains. If he were put back as a bandit leader, the rich people within a radius of hundreds of miles would be robbed by him and they wouldn't even have to wear their pants.

Even if it is Japanese, I am afraid that it will have to be renamed Umegawa Uchiku.

Inside the house, two Japanese soldiers glanced at each other, and approached the door of the east wing with the joy of catching their prey.

Two meters, one meter, half a meter, Guan Surou's unique determination burst out of her eyes, and the eighteen-year-old girl stabbed her own firewood knife in the direction of the enemy.

Strike with all your might, leaving no room for anything. This knife used at least 70% of the strength of an eighteen-year-old girl.

In such a nervous and frightened mood, the girl can burst out more than half of her strength without being stiff and sluggish all over, and she is already much stronger than 90% of the people in this world, whether it is a man or a woman.

Even many of the new recruits who are new to the battlefield are inferior to her.

Guan Surou did not hold back. Her purpose was never to kill the Japanese and escape, she just wanted to die with the enemy. To be able to kill one of them in front of two strong and vicious enemies is actually a luxury.

At least, this resistance of the girl was seen by the Japanese soldiers. He had heard more and more clearly the irrepressible rapid breathing of the person hiding next to the door, very rapid but not rough, it was a woman's breathing.

He could completely understand the nervousness of the woman, and perhaps, she would resist. Of course, in the eyes of the Japanese soldiers, the prey would still be crying with the others, but it became silent at the moment when the shiny bayonet approached, and then left like a pig and a sheep.

These are the lowly Shina people, who are afraid of death and are destined for more death. The Japanese soldiers, who were almost obsessed with the power of their bayonets, did not even hold their guns, but held torches and prepared to enter the house to capture their prey.

So, he froze.

stared blankly at the wood knife inserted in his abdomen.

In the light of the dim torch, a wood knife with a blade of four centimeters wide was inserted into his lower abdomen through the khaki military uniform. Shanxi's firewood knife was originally not sharp, but a few years ago, in order to protect herself, Guan Surou used half a moon to sharpen it on the whetstone, which can not only split coarse firewood, but also pierce the body of jackals, tigers and leopards.

Guan Surou, who stabbed out with all her strength from the door, was also stunned, she didn't expect that she would hit the little devil with a single knife. It's so simple. Even, she forgot that she still had to hold the handle of the firewood knife and stir it violently, stirring up the little devil's intestines.

Bian Du Junshan didn't expect that he would be stabbed at all, he had already thought about what attack he would encounter before he approached the door, but he didn't pay attention to it, with his reaction, all the attacks of the people of China would be smashed to pieces by him.

Could it be that you are dazzled? Shaking his head violently, the eyes of the Japanese soldier who didn't know that they were a little dazzled because of the severe pain suddenly widened, he was not dazzled, the knife was stuck in his stomach, and the handle of the knife was held by a man covered in black.

"Eight 。。。。。。" Bian Du Chunshan just roared, and the traditional lines hadn't had time to finish roaring.

Guan Surou, who finally reacted, twisted her hand holding the firewood knife suddenly, and finally completed her previous plan.

A sharp pain drained all the strength of the Japanese soldiers, and he fell to his knees with a thud. While spurting blood, he didn't understand why he had lost his agility to dodge a knife, he could have avoided the knife, although the knife came out quickly, he should have been on guard!

The "shit" private was also unbelievable, and he reacted only when he saw the senior of the senior class kneeling down like this. His predecessor was dealt with by a lowly Shina man.

Moreover, it was still so humiliating, kneeling in front of a Chinese who was not tall and somewhat thin.

"Yaga! Dead, dead. While roaring, he picked up the gun in his hand and aimed the muzzle of the gun at Guan Surou, who was already smiling without the slightest fear on her face.

He ignored the threat from behind.

What's even worse is that when the "knock" footsteps behind him sounded, he also made a mistake that all recruits love to make.