"Young marshal, she!"

The dragon soul warriors beside Long Zhongtian asked in disbelief, Long Zhongtian nodded, and the dragon soul warriors who were affirmed exuded a desolate aura around their bodies, and the blood flowed backwards in their bodies, and they suddenly wanted to end the changes on the city tower.

Such an impulse is not what Long Zhongtian wants, now the Japanese army is heavily guarded, and if you are not careful, they will all die, although the dead are important, the living are more important, and the impulse of the dragon soul warrior was suppressed by Long Zhongtian.

"Don't be impulsive, think long-term, as far as I know, the Japanese will still make moves."

Long Zhongtian said, the impulsive footsteps of the dragon soul warrior stopped, looked at Long Zhongtian, hoping that he would come up with a good idea, at this moment a group of Japanese soldiers rushed from the city of Nanjing, and the sound of neat footsteps made the faces of the people outside the city pale, and they all got out of the way, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

"What are these brutes trying to do?"

One by one, Japanese motorcycles drove out, a soldier drove a three-wheeled motorcycle, and next to the driver, a Japanese soldier drove a machine gun, and when dozens of Japanese motorcycles used not far from the gate of Nanjing, a pair of Japanese soldiers appeared again, and these Japanese soldiers were all medical soldiers.

Long Zhongtian and the other dragon soul warriors looked at the pair of Japanese medical soldiers who came out, their eyes continued to shrink, and the two medical soldiers carried a stretcher, and on the stretcher lay a dragon soul warrior, with their eyes closed tightly, without a trace of sound.

", what are these brutes going to do?"

Long Zhongtian's heart was roaring, and in the anger of the dragon soul warriors, more than forty dragon soul warriors who died in battle were carried under the city gate and hung up one by one, and an officer of the Japanese army stepped on the side of the city wall and posted a notice.

"My Great Japanese Empire admires the bravery of these soldiers very much, they are real soldiers, their corpses are placed here, waiting for you to pick them up, respected Young Marshal Long Zhongtian, Your Excellency the Captain of the Dragon Soul Special Combat Team."

"Young marshal, this is a Japanese demonstration for my dragon soul."

A dragon soul warrior's lips trembled because of anger at this time, his face was red, and he seemed to have reached the limit of patience, as long as he was given an outlet, the soldier would explode endlessly.

"No, this is a conspiracy of the Japanese, so it seems that Emperor Weiqi has died, otherwise it is impossible for this demonstration to be without major generals and above officers, for the dragon soul, Japanese officers are better bait."

Long Zhongtian said, looking at the faces of the various dragon soul warriors Tie Qing at this moment, knowing that they were waiting for their orders, waiting to fight, waiting to carry the dead brothers back.

However, Long Zhongtian couldn't do this, the price of impulsiveness was too heavy, and a few of them alone couldn't fight against the Japanese army in front of him, once he was impulsive, it was not difficult to imagine regret.

"Then what are we doing here, forget it, the brothers are all here."

The dragon soul warrior beside Long Zhongtian roared.

The roar of the Dragon Soul Warrior made Long Zhongtian look at him sharply: "Don't be impulsive, do you want everyone to die here?" ”。

Long Zhongtian's indifferent eyes startled the Dragon Soul Warrior, and his irritable mentality was somewhat restrained, and he sighed, he knew that this was Long Zhongtian's good for them, and Long Zhongtian's majesty had not allowed them to provoke for a long time.

In the hearts of the Dragon Soul Warriors, Long Zhongtian's orders are like the emperor's holy decrees, saying one thing and the same.

"Young marshal, what should we do then?"

The Dragon Soul Warrior asked.

"You guys disperse, no one can make a move today, and by the evening, the Japanese army in front of you and me is only superficial, the real threat, not here, but in the shadows."

Long Zhongtian said.

"In the shadows, is it?"

The Dragon Soul Warrior's eyes widened.

"Yes, although we can rely on our own strength to get out of the threat with a certain certainty, we can't avoid the sniper of the sniper."

Long Zhongtian said.

At this moment, near the gate of Nanjing, in the dense crowd, nearly 100 people looked at the arrogant Japanese soldiers in front of them with indifference and resentment, with a pistol in their arms, and their hands were in their arms from time to time, and the cold sweat on their foreheads continued to overflow.

Long Zhongtian, who was thinking about taking the corpse, and the angry dragon soul warrior did not feel these changes, and after a long time, the Japanese army began to retreat, and in the midst of the retreat of the Japanese army, a citizen approached Long Zhongtian's side and stuffed a note in his hand.

"At midnight, my ** more than 100 brothers will cooperate with the young marshal to snatch the remains of the Dragon Soul Warrior."

Long Zhongtian took the note, and after seeing it, his eyes lit up, and he immediately took the hand of the people: "Go to the tavern in the east of the suburbs to gather." ”

The man was stunned, smiled, nodded and left.

When the Japanese army dispersed, an interpreter shouted: "The city gate is open, the city gate is closed at night, and the villagers go in!" ”

In the tone of the translator, this Nanjing city is like his world, and he can feel that he is the boss except for the Japanese.

The common people scolded angrily in their hearts, and one by one, they walked into the city of Nanjing.

At this moment, Long Zhongtian ordered the Dragon Soul warriors to sneak in, find out the situation of the Japanese army, and inquire how many Japanese snipers were sent this time.

Almost dusk, Long Zhongtian returned to the tavern, at this time hundreds of people had gathered in the tavern, and it could be seen that this was the first force in Nanjing City, so that these people had different weapons in their hands, most of them were holding old sleeves in their hands, a heavy machine gun, some people had no hot weapons at all, all the big knives, and some people were holding pistols in their hands and hanging on their waists.

Long Zhongtian could see that this team was pulled up by ordinary people, called the militia.

The Dragon Soul warriors looked at so many people, looking at their weapons, and their hearts were shocked and desolate.

"Young marshal, this, this can only be sent to death!"

The Dragon Soul Warrior said.

"Send to death, they are never afraid of death, do you know, the arrival of the Japanese, their persecution forced more Chinese to go crazy, this is all caused by hatred, family hatred and national hatred."

Long Zhongtian said.

"Crazy to die?".

The Dragon Soul Warrior asked.

"No, they didn't go to die, they saved with their own bodies, and this spirit finally led them to victory, and the world has belonged to the people throughout the ages, and it has always been the people."

Long Zhongtian said.

"Young Marshal, after receiving the order from my superiors, I know that you are behind you, and I would like to express my sincere admiration for this operation, and this operation is under your command."

A middle-aged man with two guns at his waist, wearing an Eighth Route military uniform, who seemed to be the leader of this team, walked to Long Zhongtian's side.

"Hello, thank you very much, what's your last name?"

Long Zhongtian smiled and asked in a respectful tone.

"My name is Zhang Hanting, the guerrilla captain of the Eighth Route Army, just call me Lao Zhang."

Zhang Hanting's body exudes a kind atmosphere, and he wants people to be close to him when he speaks.