Because a large number of elite Japanese puppet Manchurian soldiers were transferred to Lujiazhuang, the defense in the city became extremely lax.

Yang Yi easily entered the city with a gun on his shoulder, and was almost unhindered by the interrogation.

When many people on the street saw him coming, they stepped aside, feeling like a mouse seeing a cat.

Yang Yi knew that these people were naturally not afraid of him, but afraid of the gun in his hand and the identity of the Japanese army he represented.

Until now, Yang Yi still doesn't like Yang Quanlin very much, because he has always felt that it is this guy who makes him face this nine-death situation everywhere, and it is also because of this guy that there are many rifts between Yang Kuan and himself.

But the more this happened, some of Yang Quanlin's words gradually became clear in his mind.

Yang Quanlin, whom he remembered, told him that when the Japanese came to fight, of course, they could escape, and they could even make a concession, but if they really lost the country, the Chinese would really become inferior citizens in the eyes of the Japanese, oppressed everywhere, despised and despised, and lived in a nest.

When the time comes, some people will get used to it, but some people will not live happily after all, and they will not live happily for their children and grandchildren.

When the time comes, the children and grandchildren of those living aggrieved will ask, father, father, how did it happen? When the devil hits, how can you just watch and ignore it?

Those who have made a shrunken turtle will be speechless, but those who have worked hard will definitely be able to puff up their chests and proudly tell their children and grandchildren that Lao Tzu fought with the little devil back then, but he didn't win - but he did!

Yang Quanlin said that as long as this is the case, although I feel sad when I look at my children and grandchildren, I can at least have a clear conscience!

Coming over this way, seeing these Manchurian people, Yang Yi would think, if these Manchurian people are aggrieved in the future, then they ask their parents, grandpa, how can their parents and grandfather answer them? Will it be guilty and ashamed? Because of the grievances and grievances of their children and grandchildren, it is all because they softened their bones and became shrunken turtles when the enemy was present!

With these things in mind, Yang Yi had already seen the Red Sun Dojo.

Compared to the houses of the surrounding people, the Red Sun Dojo was as luxurious as a royal palace.

Yang Yi took a breath and trotted over with his gun.

"Stop, the dojo is heavy, how can you break in!"

Without waiting to enter the door, two Black Dragon Society kendo disciples in kimonos shouted in broken Chinese, their eyes holding the handle of the sword, as if they were ready to slash Yang Yi at any time.

"Master Aoki asked me to come and report to President Funakoshi!"

Yang Yi nodded and said, the simplicity and humility on that face, like a pug seeing its owner, will only make people contempt and contempt, but will not doubt.

"Just tell us, President Funakoshi can see you if you want to!" The two kendo disciples disdainfully said.

"Master Aoki said this, I can only tell President Funakoshi to hear it alone, otherwise he will kill me......"

Yang Yi said that the matter of Aoki Yangqiao was told to him by Lu Kuohai when he came over, and this was the only way for him to meet Funakoshi Ryudo smoothly.

"Yaga!"

The two kendo disciples shouted violently when they heard this, and their long knives were half out, and for them, any disobedience from the Shina people was disobedience and provocation to them, just like a domestic dog baring its teeth at its master, often ushering in not a meat bone, but a kick that split the head and covered the face.

Yang Yi's expression was doubly humble, but he was very persistent.

"Stop!"

A man walked out of the door, asked a few words, and the two kendo disciples bowed down to answer, then smiled at Yang Yi, waved him to put down his rifle and backpack, and followed in.

"Zhina pig, die, die, die!"

The two kendo disciples laughed out loud at the moment they passed by, they knew that Yang Yi couldn't understand the conversation between them just now, and wanted to let Yang Yi know in this way - the disciple who came just now was not to stop them from killing, but just told them that they could kill a person at any time, and it would not be too late for him to come out and kill after he finished meeting President Funakoshi.

Undisguised cold-blooded and cruel, but Yang Yi just nodded and smiled at the two, as if the other party's words were not threats, but hello.

The Red Sun Dojo is not small, but it still quickly came to the outside of Funakoshi Ryuto's room, and the disciple who led the way knocked on the door, and said a few words, and then pushed open the sliding door and let Yang Yi in.

The room is not large, typical Japanese style, except for a small tea tray, it is empty, but on the wall knife holder placed on a long and short two swords, particularly eye-catching.

Funakoshi Ryudo's hair was snow-white, but it stood straight on end like a steel needle, and his eyes were large and energetic, full of domineering.

The momentum is like a sleeping tiger.

"What did Aoki tell me to say?"

Funakoshi Ryudo didn't even lift his eyelids, he asked, raising his hand to blow the hot tea in the teacup in his hand.

Yang Yi seemed to subconsciously move closer to Funakoshi Longhu, bowing down and shrinking his waist, a typical way of talking to big people with small people, with a little humility and a little flattery.

But it was obvious that the disciple who led the way would not give him a chance to get too close to Funakoshi Longhu, and with a wave of the long knife, the snowy blade slashed down from Yang Yi's face, with a show-off sneer in his eyes, as if he wanted to see Yang Yi's frightened fart and urine - after all, the knife almost touched the tip of Yang Yi's nose, and the slightest deviation of that point would probably cut off his nose with a knife!

Yang Yi screamed and retreated!

The disciple smiled even more proudly, because this was the effect he wanted to see, and then he was furious, because Yang Yi seemed to be panicking in his retreat and crashed straight into his arms!

"Yaga!"

The disciple scolded angrily, but before the long knife could be withdrawn, he bent his wrist and waved his elbow, and with one elbow, he smashed down towards Yang Yi like a slash on his head and face!

At the same time, his heart was suddenly shocked, because he saw Yang Yi's eyes—in those eyes, there was no longer the previous humble flattery and cowering, bright as a blade!

There was a loud bang, and although this elbow accurately hit Yang Yi's head, it was not the face door he wanted to hit, but the hardest forehead on his head - at that moment, Yang Yi's neck shrank violently and met the murderous elbow!

At the same time, the cold sound of the blade unsheathed rang out!

The stormy stab stabbed seven or eight times in an instant, and at the same time that the disciple screamed, he had already been stabbed into a sieve!