"You're not General Jiro Nakajima, who the hell are you?"

The Japanese lieutenant general shouted, and all the Japanese officers behind him glared angrily, looking at Long Zhongtian and Bai Chang and other dragon soul warriors.

"Yaga, General Ben is not Nakajima, then my brother is not Nakajima Jiro either."

Long Zhongtian's tone was gloomy and cold, and then he continued with a hideous smile.

"Aren't you Lieutenant General Kazuharu Minamino, but a fake, I have long heard that there is a kind of makeup technique in China, which can be transformed into anyone's appearance and blend into various forces, saying, who are you?"

As soon as Long Zhongtian's words came out, all the Japanese officers were startled, their eyes contracted and looked at Nanno Yichun, and they broke away one after another, keeping a distance from Nanno Yichun, as Long Zhongtian said, all Japanese officers have the same idea, if the general is fake, then his younger brother is also fake, after all, it won't be so much.

"Baga, have you forgotten that the emperor ** who just passed away was killed by them."

The war knife in Long Zhongtian's hand slashed through an afterimage, cutting through the throat of the Japanese lieutenant general, blood spurted out, and with a bang, the Japanese lieutenant general knelt down in front of Long Zhongtian, with no daree in his eyes.

At the moment when the Japanese lieutenant general died, he understood that Nakajima in front of him was not Nakajima, not his great general of the Japanese Empire, and Nakajima's martial arts skills were not so superb in his cognition.

The hall was shocked, everyone looked at this scene and trembled, Nakajima's strength made them feel a sense of powerlessness, this incident, Long Zhongtian brought deterrence to the Japanese officers.

At the moment when the Japanese Lieutenant General Nanno Kazuharu fell, Long Zhongtian gave Baichang a look, and Baichang understood and walked towards Nanno Yichun.

"Warriors of the Empire, General Ben shows you his true face."

As soon as Long Zhongtian's voice fell, he waved his ever-changing hand, only to hear a voice, and a new face appeared in front of the Japanese officers, causing a sensation and fear among the Japanese officers, who defended the compatriots around them.

"Hehehe......"

Long Zhongtian laughed, and then his face straightened, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

"Don't panic, it's only Minamino Kazuharu alone, I got the information brought by Jiro Nakajima from the cabinet, and I was mixed up by the enemy among the senior generals of the Imperial Japanese Army, and now the enemy has been eliminated, and you are safe."

In this way, the Japanese officers relaxed, but at this moment, a senior general walked over from the headquarters of the Japanese army in the northeast, looking at the rank of lieutenant general, more than half a hundred years old, black and white hair, and murderous and feminine in his eyebrows.

"You're not His Excellency General Nakajima!"

The sudden change made the atmosphere in the whole hall tense again, and all the officers looked at the people who came, and exclaimed in the hearts of the Japanese officers: "Commander of the Kwantung Army, Lieutenant General Weiqi Huang. ”

The Japanese soldiers all knew that Lieutenant General Commander Weiqi was the most trusted general of His Majesty the Emperor, and he was the imperial family of Great Japan, the Prince, and his arrival must not surprise everyone, and only the most important things can see him.

Long Zhongtian looked at the Japanese lieutenant general in front of him, very unfamiliar, there was no existence of this person in the information box that Nakajima carried, but looking at the reactions of the Japanese officers, he knew that this person had an extraordinary status in the Japanese army.

"Who is this person, why did he come here suddenly, is our identity ****."

Long Zhongtian's heart was full of suspicion.

Lieutenant General Weiqi's eyes showed a hint of anger, at this moment he was even more sure that the Nakajima in front of him was not Nakajima, in the Imperial ** Academy, he and Nakajima Ichiro were outstanding students at the same time, and they were very appreciated by His Majesty, it can be said that the two are old acquaintances, but Nakajima Ichiro in front of him did not have any reaction at all.

At this moment, Emperor Weiqi waved his hand, and a group of Kwantung troops rushed into the hall to surround Long Zhongtian and others.

"It's not good, brothers, kill it!"

At this time, Long Zhongtian couldn't take care of too much, and now the only way was to get out, the sound of machine gun fire and the collision of weapons sounded in the hall, and in a moment Long Zhongtian took the dragon soul warrior out of the hall.

At this moment, the Japanese army urgently besieged it, surrounded Long Zhongtian and other dragon soul warriors, fighting, roaring, weapons colliding, screaming, blood splashing, Japanese soldiers retreated all the bullets in the chamber, and fought round by round, trying to capture Long Zhongtian and his party alive.

In the continuous fighting, the dragon soul warriors were lying with the corpses of the Japanese soldiers, and the corpses were more and more, piled up, forming hills.

Puff puff......

When the dragon soul warriors were exhausted, more than a dozen bayonets passed through their bodies, and then with a thud, a Japanese soldier was killed by the dying dragon soul warrior before closing his eyes.

"Hehe, Lao Tzu also needs a cushion when he is dying!"

"Young marshal, let's go!"

"Get out, ah......"

The spear in the hand of a dragon soul warrior rotated rapidly, and one by one the Japanese soldiers were stabbed to the ground, and then the dragon soul warrior was surrounded by dozens of Japanese soldiers, and a bayonet with a cold handle pierced his chest and thigh.

Sunset, a few hours of fighting, there were less than ten dragon soul warriors left, they were panting, their eyes were red, a hundred Japanese soldiers surrounded Long Zhongtian and the others tightly, the battle stopped at this moment, Long Zhongtian and the eight remaining dragon soul warriors were back to back.

Their bodies were stained red with blood, their weapons dripping with blood, both the enemy's and their own.

"Hehe, young marshal, it seems that we have to explain here."

Bai Chang smiled bitterly.

"Yes, the Japanese army is not as simple as we imagined, I was careless, I'm sorry for you?"

Long Zhongtian was full of apologies.

"The young marshal said with a smile, following you to the present, we are content, are we brothers?"

Variant asked.

"Yes! Young marshal, we are content. ”

The Dragon Soul warriors replied, resolute and relieved in their tones, and now they saw death as if they were at home.

The conversation between Long Zhongtian and the Dragon Soul warriors such as Bai Chang was heard by Lieutenant General Weiqi Huang, and his heart trembled, and he ordered the soldiers to get out of the way.

"Are you Long Zhongtian?"

Very standard Chinese.

"Not bad!"

Long Zhongtian replied, uncovering the human skin mask on his face, revealing his true face, and at this moment, all the dragon soul warriors tore their faces one after another.

"Yaoxi, General Ben finally saw you, I didn't expect us to meet on this occasion."

With reverence, Emperor Weiqi solemnly bowed to Long Zhongtian to show respect.

"Hehe, on this occasion, you Japanese and Young Marshal Ben only meet on the battlefield, in the fight."

Long Zhongtian said, with an unconcealable contempt in his tone, but it did not cause Emperor Weiqi's dissatisfaction, after all, Japan was once a loser in front of the dragon soul.

"In any case, now you are a prisoner, and if you give up resistance, I guarantee your safety, the safety of your subordinates."

Emperor Wei Qi said, his attitude was very pertinent.

"Oh, is it?".

At this moment, Long Zhongtian's eyes flashed with a sharp edge, and his figure disappeared suddenly, taking advantage of the Japanese soldiers to dodge the resistance to the emptiness, appearing in front of Emperor Weiqi, Lieutenant General Weiqi Emperor's eyes shrank, and he felt a trace of coolness in his neck.

"Hey......"

Emperor Weiqi, Lieutenant General, closed his eyes helplessly.

"I, the Great Japanese Empire, still lost at your hands."

At this moment, the battle in Long Zhongtian's hands was on the neck of Lieutenant General Weiqi.