"You pigs, they are good people who help me lead the way."

Zhao Zilong stared at the devil Cao Chang with angry eyebrows, slowly stood up, and asked, "What kind of army are you from?" Dare to spoil my business? ”

He was an Assassin who carried out missions all over the world, and was therefore fluent in several foreign languages, including Japanese.

Hearing Zhao Zilong speak pure Japanese, the five devils were shocked for a while.

"Your Excellency! We were from the 3rd Brigade of the 9th Wing of the 16th Division. Although the devil Cao Chang was a little suspicious, he still quickly replied with his chest straight.

"Sixteenth Division?" Zhao Zilong frowned. He felt a little familiar, and when he thought that it was this devil army that participated in the Nanjing Massacre back then, a trace of murderous aura immediately flashed in his eyes.

"Yes." The devil Cao Chang nodded. His little eyes turned, looked at Zhao Zilong, and asked with some hesitation: "Your Excellency!" What rank do you have and what mission do you perform? ”

Although he saw that Zhao Zilong was wearing a somewhat tattered blue field costume, and there was no obvious military rank mark, he saw that the other party was wearing a pair of black leather boots on his feet, which seemed to be equipped only by a second lieutenant officer or above.

"Ensign!" Zhao Zilong said it casually and glared at the other party with an angry face.

"Your Excellency! I'm sorry. We were offended just now. ”

When the devil Cao Chang heard this, his face changed greatly, and he immediately hung down the Wang Ba box and bowed. The other four devil soldiers also hurriedly put away their guns, straightened up, and lowered their heads.

There is a strict hierarchy among the devils, so they are so scared that they don't dare to move.

"Do you want to know what mission I'm on?" Glancing at the five people, Zhao Zilong pretended to be a little satisfied and nodded, and then raised his hand towards the devil Cao Chang: "Come, I can tell you to listen alone." ”

The devil Cao Chang was a little stunned, but he quickly understood something, so he immediately walked over respectfully and stretched out his ears.

Who knew that what was waiting for him was two slaps from Zhao Zilong.

Smack!

Two red handprints immediately appeared on the face of this devil Cao Chang.

"This is the secret of the Imperial Army of the Great Empire, what qualifications do you have to know, this little Cao Chang?" Zhao Zilong's eyes widened angrily, and he pointed at the other party with his left hand and scolded.

The devil Cao Chang suddenly lowered his head in fright.

Zhao Zilong looked at it, and his left hand took the opportunity to reach forward and suddenly grabbed the other party's neck.

Before the devil Cao Chang could react, Zhao Zilong exerted a force on his hand.

With a click, Zhao Zilong crushed the throat of the devil Cao Chang, and at the same time, his right hand had already reached the other party's Wang Ba box.

Bang! Bang!

As soon as he raised his hand, Zhao Zilong fired two shots in succession, hitting the chests of the two devil soldiers who were a little farther away from him.

When these two people fell to the ground, the other two devil soldiers reacted.

But when they were about to raise their guns, Zhao Zilong had already taken a step forward, and a left-handed knife hit the throat of the devil soldier on the left.

The devil soldier's eyes widened, he threw down his rifle, his hands around his throat, and his body fell uncontrollably.

At this time, another devil soldier picked up his gun, but when he saw that Zhao Zilong had rushed to him, he immediately screamed and immediately stabbed him with a bayonet.

But Zhao Zilong did not retreat but advanced, and he suddenly flashed sideways.

This devil soldier missed a blow, and when he was about to pull out and turn the 38 big cover to attack again, he found that the body of the gun was grabbed by a big hand.

Before he could react, his head was already covered by a Wang Ba box.

The devil soldier suddenly turned pale with fright and was drenched in cold sweat.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

The head of the devil soldier was opened, and red and white sprayed out.

After killing five devils in a row, Zhao Zilong breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, he exerted all his physical strength in an instant, but as soon as he relaxed, he immediately felt that his body was hollowed out, and he was so tired that he sat down.

From the time Zhao Zilong reprimanded the devils in Japanese just now, to the time when they all killed them and finally sat down, it had only passed more than ten seconds. During this period, the four members of Da Niu's family all stared at Zhao Zilong with wide eyes, looking incredulous.

"Oh my god!" Da Niu exclaimed and asked in a low voice, "Dad, who is he?" Killed five little devils in seconds? ”

"Huh? ......" Li Yang was stunned, he didn't know how to answer for a while, he wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to go over.

Zhao Zilong didn't care about them, because he knew that the five devils he killed just now might be the outpost team, and there must be troops behind. If you don't have the physical strength, then don't talk about protecting others, even if you can't protect yourself.

So he immediately sat down cross-legged and pranayama.

-

The sun gradually moved westward, and the sunlight reflected in the mountains and forests was not so dazzling.

At this time, on a road to the east of this mountain, a group of devils was walking over.

The leader of the horse was a young officer wearing a yellow Nizi coat and carrying a command knife at his waist, with a grim look on his face.

This person is of medium height, evenly grown, but has a larger head.

His name is Jiro Matsui, he is a second lieutenant, and he is the leader of this team.

"Is there any news from Sangtian?"

Squinting his eyes and looking at the mountains and forests in the distance, Jiro Matsui asked the deputy captain who was also riding a horse behind him.

"Not yet." The short, sturdy little mountain Shiyuan immediately stepped forward and replied, "That guy only took half a squad and ventured forward, he may have only cared about grabbing money and forgotten his mission." ”

"Yaga! As a warrior of the Great Empire, how can he delay a big thing for the sake of his own selfish desires? ”

Matsui Jiro's eyes suddenly widened and he scolded through gritted teeth.

Jiro Matsui graduated from the Army Non-Commissioned Officer School, and he knew that he had to fight against China, and he also knew that the opponent's army was weak and easy to make military achievements, so he applied to come here.

Because of the relationship between an uncle Matsui Shiyin who was the commander of the SH Dispatch Army, he did not participate in the Battle of Songhu much, so he was quickly promoted to second lieutenant and became a squad leader.

But he was not satisfied and wanted to be promoted faster. Therefore, when the decision was made to attack Nanking, he asked the wing commander to be the vanguard.

At the beginning, he led the team along the way as if no one was in a no-man's land, encountered no resistance, and it was easy to listen to the environment clearly.

He and his subordinates thought that the Chinese were really vulnerable, and when they saw the imperial army, they fled from the wind, so they were even more arrogant and unscrupulous.

It's just that later those subordinates began to disobey the restraints and delayed the trip, which made him a little dissatisfied.

Now that he knew that his men had not listened to his orders, he was annoyed.

"All of them, speed it up." Looking at the mountains in the distance, Jiro Matsui pointed with his big hand and ordered.

-

After a while, Zhao Zilong opened his eyes and felt that he had regained some mental and physical strength.

He was able to become a world-famous assassin not only by killing people, but also by using special pranayama methods to recover his body extremely quickly.

If he breathes for 10 minutes, he will sleep for two hours, and if he breathes for half an hour, he will sleep for one night.

Looking up at Da Niu and they were still standing in a daze, Zhao Zilong smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Li, why are you still looking at me?" ”

"Young man, how can you talk about devils? Are you ......?" Li Yang asked boldly.

Although the other party did not say the latter words, Zhao Zilong also guessed something, and he immediately replied in standard Mandarin: "Uncle Li, I am Chinese, specializing in killing devils." ”

"This brother, you are so good, are you a national-army?" The big cow suddenly looked at him with surprise and admiration.

"Nope." Zhao Zilong shook his head.

"Then I know, you must be from the Renaissance Society." The big bull's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Oh?" Zhao Zilong couldn't help but be stunned.