(Cat flutter Chinese) After greeting Mr. Mei in the car behind the palace, another Kikusha guy dragged Mr. Mei out of the carriage with all hands and feet, and then helped the head full of blood to squeeze out of the cab, Ishikawa Yokoji, who was carrying a southern-style pistol in his hand, heroically blocked in front of Mr. Mei with his body, escorted Mr. Mei into the car he drove, turned the car and drove towards Sijiu City.

Like a leaf in the wind, Mr. Mei, who has always been protected by Yokoji Ishikawa, shivered like chaff, the smell of urine emanating from the wet crotch made people want to vomit, and the crooked mouth and nose were swollen red and shiny after a violent collision, but it was like a small sauce radish that had just been fished out of the pickle jar and flattened.

Looking at the bustling and noisy fire from the back window, Ishikawa Yokoji pinned the southern-style pistol in his hand to his waist, and very diligently supported Mr. Mei, who was curled up on the saddle and shivering, and shouted to Mr. Mei in a warm voice: "Mr. Mei, we are safe!" As long as you return to the city of Beiping, under our strict protection, your safety will be guaranteed! ”

Mr. Mei, who was busy shaking his head indiscriminately, and his face was full of tears and snot, shouted indistinctly: "Chang Xuan Yuan is not safe....... I still have to go back....... I took the train ........"

A fierce light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and Ishikawa Yokoji did not refute Mr. Mei's words, but just said to Mr. Mei in a harmonious voice: "Even if this is the case, you must first protect your safety before getting into the car, okay?" Since you feel that Chang Yu is not so safe in the garden. So can you stay at the Kikusha or Rokukoku Hotel? In these two places, you must be safe? ”

Shake your head like a rattle. Mr. Mei interrupted Yokoji Ishikawa with a frightened shout: "You Japanese don't know what Doshisha is!" Those people...... Those people are a bunch of crazy people who don't want to die....... offended them........ I'm going home....... I study behind closed doors, and I don't get involved in this disturbance of the world again......."

In the chaotic shouting, it was obvious that Mr. Mei, who was so frightened, that he was almost shrunk into a meat ball on the saddle, and he completely lost the chic style of the gentleman in the past.

The corners of his lips pursed with disdain, and Ishikawa Yokoji was about to say something more to Mr. Mei, who was frightened, but the Kikusha guy who was driving the car suddenly shouted in Japanese: "Your Excellency, be careful......."

Before the words fell, two hardcover men leaned out of the oncoming car. Already holding a Czech light machine gun in their arms, they swept a shuttle of bullets at Yokoji Ishikawa's car. Although the Jusha guy who was driving was already trying his best to avoid the rain of bullets while warning him, on the unobstructed road, a few bullets still penetrated the window glass and beat the Kikusha guy who was driving into a bloody gourd.

Although the Kikusha guy who asked to drive used his body to block the bullets that entered the car, Ishikawa Yokoji also asked the bullets that came to bite off a piece of the boss's flesh and skin. Clutching a bloody shoulder, Yokoji Ishikawa struggled to stabilize himself in the shaky carriage. After the car was planted in a ditch on the side of the road, he quickly stretched out his leg and kicked open the door, raised the southern pistol in his hand, and opened fire on the two cars that had stopped not far away!

A mere southern pistol, no matter how you calculate, would not be a match for the two Czech light machine guns and five or six American pistols on those two cars. Although Ishikawa Yokoji is quite a bit brave, he also understands this well-known truth in his heart. Indiscriminately fired machine guns at the two cars parked not far away, and Yokoji Ishikawa immediately took cover with the crooked body. went around to the other side of the car and pulled open the car door, and without saying a word, dragged Mr. Mei, who was curled up in a ball on the seat, into the ditch.

Even the smashing steward, who had tasted two crashes in less than an hour, kicked open the door again, grabbed his southern pistol and rolled into the ditch, and lay on the edge of the ditch and threw fire at the big men who were jumping off the car at a rapid pace. I don't know that this broken urging steward has really worked the hard fire family. It's still bad luck to come to an end today, and two guns are raised to bite the flesh. Shengsheng beat the two big men who had just jumped out of the car and were still holding a Czech light machine gun in their hands!

Ignoring the machine gun bullet on his shoulder that bit off a piece of the boss's flesh, Ishikawa Yokoji pressed Mr. Mei, who had already fainted with fright, lying in the ditch with one hand, and holding a southern-style pistol in the other, and continuously blazing at several big men who rushed down from the car with one hand. But the southern pistol was really unbeatable in terms of accuracy and power, and when a magazine was empty, no one on the other side was injured, but two big men picked up two Czech light machine guns regardless of it, held them in their arms and pulled the trigger towards the place where Ishikawa Yokoji was lying on his stomach.

Hurriedly slumped down in the dry ditch, Ishikawa Yokoji could almost feel the burning heat of the machine gun bullets flying past his brain, and his nose could smell the burning smell of his hair.

Judging from the scattered gunshots, these sudden big men should have worked the hard fire family, and the two Czech light machine guns all fired two or three short bursts, and they also knew how to take care of each other to change the magazine. Even if Yokoji Ishikawa wanted to take advantage of the fact that those big men were changing the magazine of the machine gun to shoot back, he couldn't count how many bullets there were in the opponent's machine gun, where would he dare to raise his head and die?

Listening carefully, apart from the firing of the two Czech light machine guns, the American pistols held by the other big men were completely silent. There is no need to think about it carefully, Ishikawa Yokoji already understands that those big men with American pistols may have been outflanked from both ends of the dry ditch......

Reaching out from behind his waist and reaching for the spare magazine, Ishikawa pulled out the empty magazine with some chagrin, and then stuffed the spare magazine into the empty compartment of the handle of the Nanfang-style pistol, and pulled the bolt vigorously to top the fire.

It was nothing more than a planned roadblock attack and the ensuing rescue operation, except for those who were about to shoot at Mr. Mei's side in earnest, and almost all of the people in the Jushe Society who arrived later did not carry backup ammunition. In particular, Ishikawa Yokoji, who had to make direct contact with Mr. Mei and escort him back to Sijiu Castle as part of the rescue operation, would not even have brought the only spare magazine with him if it weren't for habit!

But now.......

These real attackers are probably the same Doshisha characters who fought with the people of the Kikusha outside Chang Yuen Garden that night, right?

Originally, I just wanted to use the name of Doshisha to force Mr. Mei to accept the protection of the Chrysanthemum Society, so as to obediently obey in the meeting on the day when the birds worshiped the phoenix, but I didn't expect it to be a fake, and I really met the volley of the characters in the Doshisha outside the city!

If Mr. Mei had fallen into the hands of Doshisha's figures, he would have told the details and facts of the meeting.......

Almost without hesitation, the barrel of Ishikawa's loaded southern-style pistol was already pointed at Mr. Mei, who had fainted in the ditch in a dry ditch!

Before Ishikawa Yokoji, who had a fierce look, pulled the trigger of the southern pistol in his hand, the unique heavy sound of Tokuzo's twenty shots suddenly came from outside the dry ditch. A moment later, the gunfire of the other two Czech light machine guns and the German machine gun also rang out like popping beans.

Turning the muzzle of the gun, Ishikawa Yokoji couldn't help but take a long breath from the gap on the edge of the ditch that had been hit by a Czech light machine gun bullet - just by the side of the road not far away, those Kikusha gunners disguised as Doshisha characters had merged with the Kikusha guys who arrived later, and with the fierce firepower of the hard fire family in their hands, they almost pushed in their own direction.

And in the place closer to him, the Doshisha characters who came to intercept and kill Mr. Mei in two cars were caught off guard. The two Doshisha figures who wanted to outflank Ishikawa Yokoji first called Tokuzoka machine guns and made them into a sieve, while the other two Doshisha figures with Czech light machine guns had to return to their respective cars, relying on the cars as cover, and holding Czech light machine guns to shoot at the Kikusha gunners.

Relying on the large number of people and the fierce firearms, the people in the Ju Society had the upper hand almost instantly. Under the continuous sweep of two Czech light machine guns and seven or eight German machine guns, the two Czech light machine guns of Doshisha were suddenly overwhelmed and unable to raise their heads.

Seeing that the scene could no longer be supported, the two Doshisha gunners who were planning to outflank Ishikawa Yokoji from the other direction also hurried back to the car. After a few brief shouts and deliberations among themselves, one of the Gashisha gunners took out a bull's ear sharp knife from behind his waist, and cut the face of his fallen companion in three strokes and five by two, and then jumped into a car full of bullet marks under the rain of bullets, and ran away in the direction of Sijiu City with his companions who had jumped into the car one after another......

Twisting his face to look at the broken steward lying on the edge of the dry ditch, staring at the gunmen with dumbfounded eyes, Ishikawa Yokoji raised his hand without hesitation and raised the southern pistol in his hand, and with one shot the broken steward who had not yet understood this treacherous scene, he burst into the brain, and then he lay in the dry ditch and shouted loudly in Japanese at the guys from the Kikusha who were rushing towards him: "Is it the people of the Kikusha?!" The people of the Chrysanthemum Society, all come to protect Mr. Mei, Mr. Mei is here! ”

As soon as I heard Ishikawa Yokoji's roar, the Kikusha characters who were disguised as Doshisha gunmen immediately stopped in understanding, and quickly turned around and ran towards the car parked in the distance. And the Kikusha guys who were holding the Tokuzoka machine gun in their arms and showed their faces in front of Mr. Mei quickened their pace and rushed to Ishikawa Yokoji's side with a breeze.

Placing the southern pistol with a hot barrel towards the edge of the ditch, Yokoji Ishikawa picked up the fainting Mr. Mei with both hands, and shouted in Mr. Mei's ear with his voice: "Mr. Mei, this time...... We are real, safe ......." (To be continued...) Cat flutter Chinese