When Zhao Zilong saw it, he immediately stepped over the corpse of the devil he had just killed, raised his dagger and threw himself at the devil.

The devil sleeping in the corner was woken up by his companion, and he was about to curse, but when he opened his eyes, he saw that his companion was pressed by a dark shadow. His face changed and he was about to scream, but he was greeted by a sharp dagger.

Zhao Zilong held down the devil's body tightly, and the other party didn't even have a chance to struggle.

"Six, and seventy-four."

Killed the five devils in the house, Zhao Zilong muttered, and then wiped the dagger clean.

Searching the backpacks of the five devils in the room, Zhao Zilong took out ten grenades and put them in his backpack. I don't look at the other 38 big covers and bullets, because I can't use them.

Before leaving, he also took some compressed biscuits and put them in his backpack, ate a piece, and opened the kettle to drink a few sips.

Zhao Zilong had just walked out of the house, and in the night, he saw two devils in the distance who were hooking their shoulders and singing towards this side.

"Good time!"

Zhao Zilong's face was cold, and he immediately leaned against the door, and after the two devils with packages on their backs walked through the yard, he suddenly rushed out, stabbed his right hand, and inserted the dagger into the back of the neck of the fat devil on the right, directly piercing the throat of the other party.

The fat devil's cheerful singing suddenly stopped, his eyes rolled, his limbs stiffened, and he fell to the ground.

The other thinner devil was startled, but as soon as he reacted, when he turned his head, a sharp wind had arrived.

Zhao Zilong's left hand knife slashed the throat of the thin devil.

Click.

The thin devil's eyes widened, and he wanted to cover his throat with both hands, but then Zhao Zilong inserted a dagger into his heart and fell directly to the ground.

"The eighth."

Zhao Zilong said a sentence silently, then put away the dagger, gently closed the door, sensed the surroundings, and walked cautiously towards an alley to the east.

Walking out of the alley, as soon as he turned a street, Zhao Zilong saw a team of devil patrols coming in the distance.

In order not to alarm the devils so early, he still resisted the impulse and immediately tiptoed to another alley to avoid it.

Although the long winding alley is dim, it is difficult to find Zhao Zilong, an assassin with super sensing ability.

He half-squinted, sensing his surroundings, carrying a mid-caliber on his back, holding a dagger in his right hand, and two flying needles in his left hand, leaning against the walls of different heights, groping his way out towards the other end of the alley.

Before he could get out of the alley, he saw a fire outside from a distance, and the voice of the devil could be faintly heard.

At the mouth of the alley, Zhao Zilong saw a small square in front of him, and there were three devil soldiers sitting around the fire burning something. Smelling the bursts of fragrance wafting in the air, Zhao Zilong's stomach growled uncontrollably.

Frowning, Zhao Zilong turned his head to observe that there were no people around, put away the flying needle, lightened his steps, looked for the dark place, and got closer little by little.

"Mura Xiangjun, do you know what the tripods that the captain wants us to find are of any use?" At this time, a ghost soldier facing Zhao Zilong's side asked.

Zhao Zilong's footsteps paused slightly, he stopped and pricked up his ears.

"Niu Shijun, I don't know, but I heard a fellow who is the team leader say that he seems to be looking for some treasure."

"Shhhh Be quiet. At this time, the third devil with his back to Zhao Zilong's direction stopped him, and turned his head to look around.

When Zhao Zilong saw it, he immediately hid behind a broken wall.

"Haruki-kun, you're the squad leader, you should know more, right?" The devil named Muraka asked.

"We eat meat, we don't talk about that." The devil soldier named Haruki looked at it and said to the two.

Seeing that the three devil soldiers were only concerned about eating and didn't say anything more, Zhao Zilong frowned.

He came to this era of the Anti-Japanese War because of a bronze tripod, but when he woke up, he saw that Li Yang actually had a bronze tripod with a different carved pattern. And after killing the five devils, he saw that there were various styles of tripods in the other party's bag, which made him have doubts in his heart.

Now that he heard those conversations of the devils, his heart deepened his suspicion again.

Why don't you catch one and ask? The thought crossed his mind.

"I'll pee, you can leave some for me." At this time, the devil soldier named Muraka, who had spoken out, stood up.

"Hey, Asaka-kun, stay away and don't affect our appetite." The leader of the devil detachment named Haruki immediately shouted.

The devil soldier named Mura Xiang looked around, and walked towards the broken wall where Zhao Zilong was hiding.

Zhao Zilong raised his eyebrows, his eyes quickly glanced around, and then slowly moved to the other end of the broken wall.

Muraka came to the wall and unbuttoned her pants while humming a little song.

Just as Muraka was peeing well, suddenly, his mouth was covered. Before he could react, he felt a chill in his neck, blood gushing out, and he was about to fall.

Zhao Zilong immediately held the unconscious devil soldier and slowly put it on the ground.

Sticking out half of his head from the broken wall, he saw that the two devil soldiers who were about twenty meters away in the distance were eating happily, and said vaguely that they wanted to eat quickly, and they didn't leave anything like that for Muraka.

The corners of Zhao Zilong's mouth tugged and sneered. He quickly and gently took off the clothes of the devil soldier who had become a corpse, placed the gun by the wall, and immediately put on the devil uniform.

Then, pretending to have just urinated, he lowered his head and tied his pants as he walked towards the fire.

Because Zhao Zilong was wearing a devil military uniform, and under the cover of the night, even if the devil soldier named Niu Shi looked up, he didn't find any difference, and continued to eat barbecue with his head down.

And the captain of the devil detachment named Haruki, who was facing his back, did not react.

Zhao Zilong came behind the spring tree, and he suddenly raised his left hand and slashed at the back of the opponent's neck.

With a thud, Haruki's neck shook, and he spit out the barbecue meat in his mouth, his eyes went black, and he fainted to the ground.

Almost instantly, Zhao Zilong rushed to the opposite side in one step, and used a sharp dagger to directly insert it into the mouth of the devil soldier named Niu Shi who was just about to scream.

At the same time, Zhao Zilong grabbed the opponent's shoulder with his left hand and struggled with his right knee.

Niu Shi's sternum suddenly shattered, his eyes were broken, and he immediately followed the footsteps of that Asaka to go home to see the emperor.

After wiping the dagger on Haruki's body, Zhao Zilong stabbed it in the opponent's sore hole.

"Ahh

When Haruki screamed in pain, something gagged his mouth.

"If you call it again, you'll die." When his eyes widened, he saw his neck pressed against a sharp dagger by an indifferent man of his own.

Haruki was suddenly so frightened that he sweated all over his body, and nodded again and again. And when he saw that Zhao Zilong was also wearing a military uniform, and when he heard the other party speak Japanese, he immediately showed a suspicious expression.

"What are the tripods you just talked about?" Zhao Zilong asked as he pulled out the dirty cloth from the other party's mouth.

"What Ding?" After Chunshu was sure that Zhao Zilong was the only one nearby, he had the courage to come up instead. He rolled his eyes and asked rhetorically. At the same time, his hanging right hand quietly touched a stone.

How can the other party's small actions be hidden from Zhao Zilong?

I saw him stretch out his foot and suddenly step on the opponent's right hand.

Haruki's palm was suddenly pierced by a stone, and he screamed in pain.

Zhao Zilong immediately stuffed the dirty cloth back into the other party's mouth.

At this time, he was about to ask again, but he heard a burst of footsteps coming from the street corner on the far right.