The footsteps of the charge were closer, and the scrivener box was suppressed all the time, and there was no chance to return fire, and there was no response from the little monkey's side. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info had no choice but to throw out a black thing again in the scrivener box. Boom, the firelight lights up the night sky.

The Japanese soldiers fell silent again, this time for a little longer. They are angry, they hate, they are murderous, but it is useless, everything on the battlefield speaks with strength. The scrivener seized the brief interval of fire, leaned out half of its body and opened fire. It's like naming whoever goes to hell.

"Company commander, hurry up." The little monkey finally responded.

The scrivener is waiting for this sentence, the number of enemies is more than the bullets in his hand, and he can't finish a single shot. He threw a black thing out again. No one dared to be careless, and they all fell down. The scrivener laughed secretly, took the opportunity to turn around and run to the corner, grabbed the rope with both hands, stepped on the wall with two feet, and climbed to the top of the wall in a blink of an eye.

The little monkey had already taken the Jiga down the first step and was running east along a street. The scrivener jumped down and threw the rope down by the way. The wall is more than four meters high, enough for the enemy to climb for a while.

Outside the fence is a small street, which is not usually very prosperous, but at this time it is even more deadly silent, and the houses are closed without even a little light. Jiga's movements were slow, as if he had lost his soul.

On the other side of the fence was noisy, with footsteps and roars. The enemy has no rope and will not be able to pass for a while.

Whoosh, the scrivener threw a black thing over the fence. They were obedient, and there was no sound in an instant. It's still bricks. Yaga, bangbang...... Several lines of fire shot straight into the sky. The Japanese soldiers are going crazy, and some people have repeatedly played with them in the moment of life and death, which is unforgivable!

With Jiga dragging down, the speed of the two is not fast. The little monkey simply carried her up in a hurry and ran all the way down the street. The scrivener is covered in the back. Soon disappeared into the darkness.

The two didn't dare to walk in a straight line, and walked all the way down the streets and alleys, and the general direction was north-east. The gunfire was intermittent, and sparks burst out from time to time in the dark night sky. The gunfire at the headquarters gradually faded away, and I don't know if Lu Shuting's group managed to escape or was killed. Whatever the case is, go to the predetermined meeting place first.

Along the way, there were no dangers, and he managed to avoid several groups of patrols, and finally approached the edge of the town of Mordi. The tense nerves of the two eased slightly, and they finally completed their goal, and the next step was to meet with the other two groups. To the north of the town is Savage Mountain, which is like a fish entering the sea, completely free.

"You go first, and I'll be there later." The scrivener whispered to the little monkey. The two formed a very high tacit understanding on the battlefield, and the little monkey did not hesitate at the moment and ran forward quickly. Such a thin body carrying a person, it was like flying.

The scrivener stopped and looked at the low room behind the side. His intuition told him there was a situation there. Since he was a child, he went hunting in the mountains with his grandfather, and he was surrounded by dangers several times, which gradually made him hone an intuition that as long as there is danger, his body will perceive it at the first time, which is very accurate. With this intuition, he avoided several attacks of fierce beasts as a child, and the beast mouth survived. Also with his supernatural intuition, he avoided several dead ends on the battlefield and narrowly escaped death.

The scrivener stared at the low room, full of murderous intent. Although it is not possible to determine the exact location of the danger, it will definitely not go out of the area of the low house. The bullet is loaded and will erupt at any moment.

A black shadow fell from the roof, as fast as a cat, and jumped to the scrivener in the blink of an eye. It turned out to be her: the Japanese woman she didn't kill with a single shot. The other party was shot in the calf, and he was able to chase him here without moving! This was a surprise to the scrivener.

It was indeed her, with bandages on her calves. This woman is a bit interesting, and she is still chasing after her injuries. Scrivener had to re-examine this opponent, which was even more difficult than imagined.

A brief confrontation, or the scrivener box can't hold his breath first, after all, it is in someone's territory, and it is very unfavorable for him to drag it down. He didn't choose to use a gun, that would expose it, and groups of Japanese soldiers would be the first to kill. He flew and fired a heavy punch at the opposite door, now is not the time to pity the jade, mercy to the enemy is cruelty to himself.

The fist of the scrivener exploded like a cannonball, and not a single foot was idle, sweeping towards the injured calf of the Japanese woman. Strike up and down at the same time, with the intention of killing with one blow. At this time, there is no difference between men and women in his eyes, only the difference between friend and foe. The Japanese woman deftly turned around and dodged the thunderous blow. At some point, there was an extra war knife in his hand, and it exuded a miserable white luster in the darkness.

The knife made an arc and swept towards the lower abdomen of the scrivener. The latter had to retreat. As soon as the body stood firm, the sword light came again, heading straight for the neck. The scrivener had to be set back again. The blade slashed at the wall, and sparks flew everywhere. The Japanese woman turned with the knife, and the whole person approached instantly, and the blade came immediately, drawing a long arc. The scrivener had to be stepped back again.

This kind of grappling makes the scrivener very depressed, the opponent's war knife is not only long, but also sharp and fast, like a snake, once entangled, it is difficult to get rid of it. The scrivener was forced to retreat, and he also had a dagger in his hand, but it was nothing compared to the opponent's sword.

I have heard for a long time that Dongying has a sharp samurai sword technique, and the scrivener is very suspicious that this woman is from a samurai background, otherwise how could there be such a sharp sword technique. He regretted that he didn't use a gun in the first place, and that he still had half the chance of winning with a gun, but now he has no chance of winning at all. It's too late to use a gun, and the other party won't give a chance to pull out a gun.

The heart of the scrivener box was half cold, and he calculated all kinds of plans, but he never expected to be destroyed by a woman. If you continue to fight like this, you don't have the slightest chance of winning, even if you barely protect yourself, if the time drags on too long, the reinforcements will definitely arrive, and everything will be over at that time!

Noisy footsteps sounded in the distance, afraid of what would come, reinforcements came faster than expected. The scrivener box was entangled in the sword, and it was difficult to get out for a while. It's not good, damn it, you're going to be dragged to death by this woman!

The blackened figure rushed towards this direction, and he couldn't count how many. The scrivener box was slightly distracted, and the blade grazed the front chest, leaving a hole in the flesh and skin, but leaving a hole in the clothes.

Bang, bang, tongues of fire erupted from the west side of the street, and Japanese soldiers were attacked on the flanks. The incident happened so suddenly, and several unsuspecting Japanese soldiers were knocked down in an instant. A group of guys had to lie on their stomachs and fight back. The scrivener is a little reassuring, and the help of his comrades is definitely life-saving.

"You withdraw first, leave this girl to me!" Someone in the corner said, panting from far and near, apparently having just arrived.

It was Zhao Yunlai, and the scrivener was very familiar with the sound. His presence is very exciting, not only to solve the current predicament, but also to signal that everyone is safe, which is the most important thing.

The Japanese woman had scruples and had to stop attacking. But she wasn't idle, and whistled at the crowd behind. The Japanese soldier who was lying down suddenly got up and charged forward regardless of life or death. The blocking bullets were dense, and the Japanese soldiers were knocked down one by one, but they still charged forward. These guys are really outlaws sometimes.

Zhao Yunlai slammed a few shots and pressed the Japanese woman in the bunker, so that she couldn't raise her head.

The scrivener gestured to Zhao Yunlai, signaling to hurry up and leave the town first. The enemy is now like a pack of mad dogs, and it is not worth fighting each other. The two of them quickly ran into the distance, one after the other. Dense bullets pierced the night sky, like meteors, constantly grazing the bodies of the two men. This is war, and at this time, it is not marksmanship, not force, not physical strength, but life. Fate Daxing may be able to survive, otherwise he will die at any time.

Fortunately, both of them were very fatal, and the bullets whizzed past their bodies, but they were not shot. The street soon came to an end, facing a ruined wall, and two hundred meters further through the woods. Without hesitation, the two jumped into the ruins and ran towards the woods. Entering the ruins is like a fish swimming into a rocky reef, with bunkers everywhere. Bullets hit the broken wall and sparks flew everywhere.

The Japanese soldiers soon rushed over like a school of fish into the rocky reef. The Japanese woman's eyes were on fire, and she chased her from the comfort station all the way here, and she paid more pain than anyone else, because she had a wound in her leg, and a bullet and a bone, and the pain caused by running at high speed was unimaginable to ordinary people. In the comfort station, a leader of the 17th Division of the Imperial Army was killed, right under her nose, and this kind of loss was not something she could afford. I have to give an explanation to my superiors, so this Japanese woman is desperate.

In fact, the girl who was kidnapped from the comfort station was not very important to the Japanese, and what made the Japanese soldiers curious was the identity of the other party and why they spent so much money to save a girl. The identity of the troublemaker is even more curious to Japanese women. This place in Modi has been completely occupied, who can still make such a storm? Chinese or British? That's why Japanese women are in hot pursuit. The Chinese and the British had been defeated two months earlier, and after nearly two months of purging, it was completely under the control of the Great Japanese Empire. Who else can challenge the authority of Great Japan.

More importantly, if a leader of the 17th Division was shot dead, the superiors will definitely hold him accountable, and there will be no way to explain if he does not catch the culprit.

The Japanese woman stood outside the ruins, staring coldly at the gunfire inside the ruins. A few hundred meters away is the low woods, and a few hundred meters away is the vast forest. The target of these troublemakers must have been the woods, and once they got in, no number of troops could be found. The Japanese woman's face is pale, her eyebrows are full of murderous aura, her towering breasts rise and fall, angry, and she will live in the shadow of this matter for the rest of her life if she doesn't kill the culprit.

Her eyes were cold, and her facial features were twisted together hideously, which was extremely inconsistent with the identity of a woman. Looking at the gunfire that was fading away, there was a hint of cunning on his face. Instead of going into the ruins, she ran wildly along the flat ground, straight to the woods at the edge of the ruins. She was much faster than she was navigating through the ruins, outflanking her at incredible speed.