An unlucky Japanese samurai meets a Chinese general who is even more unlucky than him.

Naturally, that's happy.

So, when you are unlucky, look at those who are more unlucky than you, and you will be happy.

It's human nature. Just like the Japanese samurai who already has a smile in his eyes.

The moment the Chinese general saw the beggar's cruel eyes, his heart was also alarmed, his face changed, and as soon as he had the heart to retreat, he saw the blanket draped on the beggar's body suddenly fly up and wrap around Lieutenant Long and the two soldiers who did not pay attention to him.

But the beggar himself was full of smirks, and his arms and a good leg slammed into force, like a tiger descending from the mountain, and pounced on the unlucky general who was two meters away. The bright sword in his palm shone blindly.

"%#" Comrade Lao Li only had time to utter a short scolding, and he could only close his eyes to the enemy who was so deeply hidden and so ferocious.

That is definitely a master, a master that Comrade Li has never seen in his life.

It was not only the violent master's skills that made him desperate, but the identity of the master was almost about to come out, which made Comrade Li's heart lose his heart in an instant. The old commander, who had followed him for almost 20 years, still didn't let him go, and even sent assassins to kill him.

Twenty years of life turned out to be completely wrong, why did he bother to steal his life?

In a flash of light, Comrade Lao Li could almost conclude that this deeply hidden "assassin" was coming at him. And who else could the main messenger of the assassins be besides the one who ruled Shanxi?

Holding the sharp blade that slipped out of his sleeve, Minamoto Yoshihiro's eyes were full of joy, as long as he was given half a second, his knife could be put on the neck of this already frightened Chinese army lieutenant general, and he could get the strongest hostage before several guards armed with submachine guns, and leave this broken place.

"Baga's, the first condition is to let them send two flatbreads to my brother to eat." Fifty meters away, the aroma of broth and pancakes had already stimulated the hunger of the Japanese nobles, who had not eaten for a day and a night since they had fled.

I'm afraid no one would have imagined that such a master would have such a demand.

If the unlucky lieutenant general could have known in advance, he would have served fifty flatbreads first, and you would have been killed.

I am afraid that the first person in Japanese martial arts may not know that since the moment before he waited for Liu Lang to arrive at the top of the mountain, he first arranged his retreat from the cliff, and he was getting farther and farther away from the heart of martial arts that he had pursued.

Cowardice before fighting.

Yes, although Yuan Yihonggang himself has never admitted it, since the moment he spent half an hour arranging the retreat route, the battle he used to lure Liu Lang up the mountain to duel was already a sure defeat.

There are many defeats, and the indomitable martial arts heart is gone, and the natural bottom line is getting lower and lower. Therefore, he can pretend to be a beggar in order to survive, and in order to survive, he can endure the impatience of the Chinese people, but he can only continue to starve without swallowing his anger, and dare not use his force value far beyond the entire market town. If he wanted to, he could kill all the Chinese in the town and then eat a beautiful meal.

But he didn't dare anymore, he would rather be hungry than show his tracks.

Stealing his life has become the first priority of Yuan Yihonggang, who was beaten by Liu Tuanzuo.

It can be said that although the former young No. 1 master of Japanese martial arts is still alive, he is actually dead. Even if he returns to Japan alive, he will only be a master who is a little stronger than ordinary masters from now on, and it will be difficult to climb the peak of martial arts in this life.

At this time, this martial arts master is still working hard for his survival, and it depends on luck if he wants to return to China to be an ordinary master.

However, the luck of the unlucky samurai is really not very good, and it is even worse than that of the old Comrade Li possessed by the declining god.

At least, in addition to the three guards, Comrade Lao Li also has a beautiful reporter who is alert.

Yes, whether it was Comrade Lao Li who was waiting for death with his eyes closed, or Yuan Yihonggang who took the hostages in a violent manner, or the three guards who were also furious because of the shock, they did not notice Liu Xueyuan, who had already walked 20 meters here but suddenly turned around and pulled out the pocket Browning 1906 automatic pistol in the holster on his waist.

It is said that women are the most vengeful creatures, and it is not wrong at all.

Although one of Yuan Yihonggang's faces was almost beaten into a flat plate by Liu Lang's two fists, the bridge of his nose was folded at the same time, and a large amount of blue and purple covered the whole face, and the unsubsided puffiness almost made the original manly face like a pig's head.

Don't say that he can't recognize him, I'm afraid that if there is time to look in the mirror, the martial arts master will be shocked when he sees it, who is that pig head in Baga?

However, in the Peking Hotel, Yoshihiro Gang was too hanging, and those slightly ghostly eyes were the most terrifying eyes Liu Xueyuan had ever seen in his life. Liu Lang was also covered in blood with the Japanese samurai with these terrible eyes, and almost died on the spot several times.

For a woman, the revenge that almost killed her lover was even more hateful than killing her. How could she not have remembered those eyes that made her so hateful?

While slowly leaving his fellow countryman in distress, Liu Xueyuan's footsteps were getting slower and slower, the eyes that glanced at him seemed familiar, and there was nothing wrong with the pure northern dialect, but his voice was also overlapping with the fragments hidden in his memory。。。。。。

At the same time, doubts that were not suspicious surfaced in Liu Xueyuan's heart little by little.

Although she wore a military uniform, she did not wear a military cap, because she did not leave the cabinet, according to the northern tradition, she still made a northern girl's hair bun and did not dress up into a common hair ornament for women. As a native of Beiping, why did he dare to call her his wife?

You must know that for traditional northerners, the title of Miss and Mrs. is not casually called, and Mrs. can be called Mrs. by mistake, but Miss who has not been out of the cabinet must not be called Mrs. by mistake.

Also, although the blanket he was wearing was dirty and difficult to identify the color, Liu Xueyuan, who had lived in a wealthy family for a long time, could see from its thickness and width that the blanket was of excellent quality and was by no means something that ordinary people could have. What is even more puzzling is that even a beggar would never make a blanket of such excellent quality to keep out the wind and cold at night full of mud。。。。。。

It's not even all dry. Unless you're a fool.

All the suspicions have been proven that it is not a real beggar.

If you are not a real beggar, why do you deliberately state that you are, and also make your escape route so clear? Liu Xueyuan stopped.

The lowered eyes and the somewhat familiar voice coincided with the fragments of memory little by little.

Comrade Li, who had already approached the beggar and dropped two pieces of silver, and Yuan Yihonggang, who had already raised his hideous eyes, didn't know, and the beautiful reporter who had stopped with his back to them was instantly sweating.

She finally remembered who he was.

He is the terrible Japanese samurai, the Japanese martial arts master who can make Liu Lang do his best without staying. What did he want to do when he infiltrated the Niangziguan war zone?

Is it the same assassination of important Chinese figures as last time? Thinking of the very important batch of arms that he came with Comrade Lao Li to deliver to Liu Lang this time, a trace of determination flashed on the face of the beautiful reporter who no one could see.

Even if she died, she couldn't let this terrible Japanese samurai destroy the batch of arms that Liu Lang desperately needed.

Without hesitation, reach for the holster, pull out the pistol, open the safe, turn around, bow slightly, hold the gun in both hands, aim at the target, pull the trigger, and shoot.

This set of actions has been in Rongcheng for three years, and the beautiful reporters who often go to the military camp of the Independent Regiment have been trained at least 100 times under the personal guidance of Liu Tuanzuo.

To be precise, not only her, but all the women who have an important relationship with the officers and soldiers of the Independent Regiment, including the families of the officers, everyone has to participate in various firearms training courses held by the Independent Regiment. Although not as strong as regular soldiers, they are required to be able to shoot pistols, rifles, submachine guns, and even machine guns, and they must be able to shoot with a certain degree of accuracy.

Maybe it is also the subconscious of competing with Lieutenant Colonel Meimeiji, Liu Xueyuan, who has participated in at least five training classes, is the best among them, not to mention the pocket automatic pistol she holds in her hand, even the big black star with stronger recoil, she can also accurately hit the bull's-eye at a distance of thirty meters.

As a result, the bad luck of the Japanese samurai, who thought that the glory of Amaterasu had completely ended, came to an end.

Just when he exerted his maximum strength and pounced like a goshawk fighting a rabbit at the lieutenant general of the army, who had completely considered himself unlucky and waiting for death, he was only half a meter away from achieving his goal.

"Bang bang bang" several gunshots rang out in succession.

"Bang" Yuan Yihonggang, who was hit by several bullets in a row, was weak, like a bird with folded wings, and smashed directly into the dust.

The beautiful reporter pulled the trigger four times in a row and fired four bullets, all of which hit the target.

The Japanese martial arts master, who was covered in blood, turned his head with some difficulty to look at the direction where he had shot himself, and his desperate eyes flashed with surprise and confusion.

He didn't expect that he would fail at such a moment of imminent success, and he didn't expect that what caused him to fail was a Chinese woman he didn't pay attention to.

It's just that he doesn't have much chance to know the truth.

A burst of angry bullets that followed almost knocked the confused Japanese samurai into a honeycomb.