Junta Ichiro held the hilt of the sword, knelt on the ground, looked sad, and muttered: "Meimei, I'm sorry, I lost, I lost badly, I lost the dignity of the samurai of the Great Japanese Empire, I am guilty!" I can't go back to the Magic Island, Mei, you have to live well, I bless you in heaven! After Junda Ichiro finished speaking, he bowed deeply to the magic island. Suddenly he stood up, grabbed a knife from a bandit like lightning, held the knife in both hands, and stabbed himself in the abdomen...... The action is done in one go. Before Yang Wu could react, the tip of the knife had already stabbed into the flesh.

Almost at the same moment, Xiao Tianjiu's flying knife hit Juntian's palm holding the knife. Xiao Tianjiu clearly heard him spit out the words "Magic Island" and "Mei", and couldn't help but be secretly surprised: What is the place of Magic Island? Who is "Mei Mei"? He couldn't help but think of his sister Xiao Meimei, Meimei has been missing for more than three months, is it related to this Japanese? I don't know how many days, I have been inquiring about the whereabouts of my sister Meimei, but there is no news. Grandma's tears did not dry all day long, and her illness became more and more serious. Xiao Tianjiu went home several times, and every time he had to ask Mei Mei where to go, Xiao Tianjiu replied wordlessly. Grandma stood under a big camphor tree in front of the thatched hut every day, looking forward to Meimei coming home. However, what awaited was one disappointment after another. Meimei seemed to have suddenly evaporated in the world, and there was no news. Xiao Tianjiu didn't expect to spit out the word Yimei Mei from the mouth of this Japanese today. His eyes couldn't help but light up. As if seeing a ray of light in the dark, the flying knife in his hand broke through the air without hesitation, and Junda Ichiro was hit by the knife in his palm, and the knife fell to the ground at once. Blood stained his chest and abdomen.

Junda's knife technique is weird, and he is skilled. He originally thought that Yang Wu was not his opponent at all, but he didn't expect Yang Wu's sword technique to be even more tricky, seemingly clumsy, but in fact, it was a subtle trick that seemed simple to defeat the enemy. What kind of routine is this, Xiao Tianjiu has never seen it. Xiao Tianjiu uses a sword, but if he fights Junda Ichiro today, it will be difficult for him to gain the upper hand. The samurai in Japan are like that, a culture of killing. Either kill someone else, or be killed by someone else. It's a terrible culture, and when used on the battlefield, it's a bloody struggle for life, and I don't know how many people will die tragically in this militaristic idea. When a man dies, there is nothing left, and the soul ascends to heaven, who sees? "My grandma's, if you lose, you lose, it's not easy to die, I'll give you a knife." Yang Wu raised his knife and slashed down in front of Juntian's eyes. Junda closed her eyes in fright. Junta Ichiro knew that the Chinese hated the Japanese, and he witnessed the tragedy of the Japanese killing the Chinese. He also hated why the Japanese emperor launched this war of aggression that should not have been launched, which separated countless families and wives and ruined families. He hated this war and hated the cruelty and inhumanity of the Japanese soldiers on the Chinese battlefield.

"Brother Yang, don't hurt him! Carry him in and heal him! ”

"He's Little Japan, he's damned! He wounded so many of our brothers, and if he doesn't kill himself, I'm going to kill him. Avenge my mother! Yang Wu hated the Japanese to the core.

"No hurry, no hurry! He wasn't a professional soldier, he was just a samurai. I have something to ask him! ”

"Boss, I'll listen to you." Yang Wu defeated Juntian and was very proud. He waved his hand and said, "Brothers, carry this Japanese into my house." After a while, five bandits came over and carried Junda Ichiro into Yang Wu's room with all hands and feet. Then, Xiao Tianjiu found a handful of herbs from the mountain behind the stockade and cleaned the wound for Junda Ichiro, fortunately, the knife was not deep, Xiao Tianjiu put the herb in his mouth and chewed it and applied it to the wound.

Junda Ichiro didn't expect these bandits to snatch himself from the hands of death. From childhood to adulthood, he grew up in an indifferent environment. He lost, and he had to die to apologize. But, deep down, he didn't want to die. He has love in his heart, and because of love, he doesn't want to die. Although this love is slim and fruitless. However, what he has is patience, he wants to stay with her, he just looks at her every day, and he is content.

Xiao Tianjiu stood beside him and comforted him: "The wound is fine, life is your own, and you need to cherish it." After a pause, Xiao Tianjiu asked, "What's your name?" ”

"My name is Junda."

"What kind of place did you just talk about?" Who is Mei Mei? ”

Junda Ichiro couldn't help but glance at Xiao Tianjiu, and a look of surprise floated across his scarred face. But he quickly regained his composure and said word by word: "I won't tell you!" ”