That Miantang looked downstairs at me, I knew that he was dividing the other party's heart, let's take the opportunity to go, my heart was like a knife. The ten Assassins who were holding the * all pointed at him, and under the concentrated light, Na Miantang's body was covered with a little red, which meant that he could turn into a hornet's nest at any time.

Suddenly, I saw a vague black shadow lurking in an inconspicuous corner of the roof, moving to the window by the great cross, and looking through the colorful glass, he was hanging out of the window! He leapt down and swooped down on the Assassin, the darkness blasting through the stained glass of the staircase from the outside to the inside, and slashing at the Assassin from a backward angle*, shattering the wooden lattice on the roof of the building. The Black Shadow hand turned his pistol in a playful manner, and the flash of fire disrupted the Assassin's deployment. Na Miantang took advantage of the situation and fell to the ground, rolling straight a few times, and the bullets behind him rained down on him like a storm.

In the firelight, in the explosion, the powerful shock wave set off two people, and I saw two black shadows stumbling downstairs in supporting each other, like two eagles!

"Let's go!" I looked at the ghost brother.

Brother Ghost took me by the hand and led me into the narrow dark passage between the two houses. "Come with me, from here you can lead to a forest." I nodded, and the ghost brother held me until my trembling finally stopped. Then he let go of me, walked around the corner, cautiously glanced up and down, and he quickly closed the door. A burst of gunfire rang out, "We have to hurry, act quickly, can you stand it?" ”

I nodded. But the gunshots rang out and came close, and I ran after me without thinking. We quickly walked down the aisle and descended a dark and narrow path, and we walked out, the sound of gunfire outside still ebb and flow.

We hurried past the warehouses, a dog barked, and Namitang picked up a stone and threw it at the dog. We were walking in a hurry, my foot tripped and I almost fell, my heart beating violently, still throbbing. I stopped to catch my breath and looked at the ghost brother, he really saved me, and my mind was full of joy.

The barking of the dog still attracted the Japanese ronin.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps and leather boots sounded on the road behind me, the flashlight flashed wildly, the ghost brother let go of me, I was dizzy, and instinctively felt that the Japanese ronin had arrived, I quickly exchanged glances with the ghost brother, and he quickly hid in the dim corner and waited for the opportunity to attack. I stood in the light as the blood danced so loudly in my temples that I could barely hear the man's voice.

A ronin swooped in with a long sword. The moonlight shone on their distorted faces, the faces of madmen.

It was a rude-looking, stout man, with a pair of small eyes narrowed into two lines in the dim moonlight, and I could only stare at the man, watching his face change from fierce and nervous to a face that looked half sneering, half lewd.

"Don't move, what a beautiful flower girl." The voice was calling.

My legs were cold from the soles of my feet to my knees.

"Are you the only one? Flower girl? ”

I pushed against the wall of the warehouse with a lightning move, and then the ronin pounced on him, and they began a life-and-death battle that was not trivial, wriggling and staggering each other, and finally they both fell to the ground, their limbs tangled, and they rolled over. I heard terrible grunts and groans, and the sound of two people rolling together into the shadows from the moonlight.

I could barely see them, two black figures scuffling in the dark, I couldn't tell who was who, one was pushed to the side, the other reached out, picked up the big log on the side of the road, like a club, and attacked the other's head. The ronin who had been hit slowly fell to his knees, then fell to the ground, where the other part was, panting, his chest heaving and heaving, and finally, he turned and walked out of the shadows into the moonlight.

He gasped for breath and couldn't speak, his fierce eyes staring at me: It's a Japanese ronin! I shook my head, trembling with fear. He tried hard to control his breath, his chest fell together, his hands were clenched, his knuckles were covered with blood, and he finally spoke, his voice hoarse:

"You're from my Great Japanese Empire!"

"You killed the ghost brother?" My voice was faint.

"Now it's your turn—"

He slowly approached me.

"Japanese dog mongrel, you bastard!" My eyes must have been spurting blood, I cursed viciously, at this point, I knew I was going to be finished, I didn't know how to get the courage, although my legs were cold from the soles of my feet to my knees, but my face was almost scorched with anger, and I cried out in tears: "I'm going to kill you-"

The Japanese ronin laughed heartily, and a beastly and terrifying voice burst out of his chest. He shook with laughter, and I realized that he was about to lose his mind, and the laughter faded into a barely audible dark laugh.

He stumbled towards me, and I stepped back, only to tripped over a rock and lost my balance. The Japanese grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me back. I struggled to pull back, trying to break free of his grasp, but he didn't care about it all, and walked forward with all his might, pulling me after him. Even though my heart was pounding in my ears, it was a faint voice calling, and it was from the ghost brother.

I screamed as the Japanese tried to push me into a small room, his hands wrapped around my wrists like chains. I grabbed what held me in place with my free hand, and with a hard pull, my hand let go, and my body slammed against the wall.

Suddenly, a bloody man, Brother Ghost, he grabbed the foot of the Japanese ronin, the Japanese ronin was thrown to the ground by the ghost brother, the Japanese ronin turned around and kicked the head of the ghost brother with his foot, and the scene was bloody.

I grabbed the large boulder by the side of the road and lifted it, the weight of the stone tool making my arm ache excruciatingly. I lifted the rock above my head and slammed it at the Japanese ronin, hitting him on the head.

One, two, three, four......

The Japanese ronin was struggling to death, he wanted to touch his gun, the ghost brother couldn't stop it, I snatched the Japanese ronin's gun, I aimed at the frightened face of the Japanese ronin, and I pulled the trigger. The recoil of the pistol swayed my body, a loud bang deafened my ears, and a plume of smoke rushed to my nostrils. The Japanese threw himself backwards to the ground, half of his body fell to the edge of the ditch, and I looked down at what had become of the face, where the nose had been now a bloody pit, and the scorched eyes were glazed. As I looked closely, a stream of blood slowly flowed from the back of his head.

Brother Ghost's whisper* pulled me back to reality.

Yes, the Japanese are dead, unfounded, I killed a Japanese!

I actually killed another person, "This is a murder, I did another murder," "No, I am saving myself and my ghost brother, if I don't kill him, he will also kill me, and he will kill more of my compatriots." But the fingers on the ground were thick and long, and the body as strong as a cow came into my eyes, and the ghost brother was lying on the ground in a half-dazed state.

Suddenly, I felt refreshed and had a cold-blooded, cruel pleasure. I really want to crush it a few times with my foot in Japan's mouth, let my bare feet dip in his hot blood, and get the pleasure of relieving hatred, I saved myself with this shot, and also avenged the ghost brother.

But the gunfire attracted more people.

Closer and closer, a spark flashed. A few torches and a large flashlight gathered all the light and shone it. The barking of military dogs, the sound of leather boots, and the shrill roar of the pack were about to encircle the entire clearing.

A black van rushed at full speed, so fast that it almost crashed into the fence. When I opened the car door, I was covered in head, and it was completely a bloody man.

Brother Ghost raised his right hand and smashed my head with all his might, I was caught off guard and dizzy, and fell to the ground, Brother Ghost shouted: "Quickly put the young lady in the car, and if you delay it any longer, it will be all over!" ”

"What about you?"

"I'll go and lead them away, and you go! Promise me to take care of Miss! Promise me to let the young lady live well. Brother Ghost's last words.

In a daze, I watched as the ghost brother stepped out of the open space in three steps, grabbed the broom placed on the border of the road, lit the broom with a match, and suddenly made a crackling sound, and then burst into flames.

The ghost brother ran onto the street, the sparks from the torch fell on the black clothes, and her face was extremely terrifying under the firelight, "Come and catch me!" You Japanese butchers," he roared and rushed to the deserted house, "for the sake of the Republic of China, let's die." ”

The Japanese began to strafe him intensively, and one bullet penetrated his broad chest, and he fell to his knees, then struggled to his feet, staggered forward seven steps, and two more bullets hit him, causing him to turn three times to the right, left, and left, and finally to the ground.

All the Japanese were about to gather around the ghost brother, ready to capture the ghost brother alive, the ghost brother's godless eyes scattered to the sky, he did not struggle, nor did he have any painful expression, his eyes became more and more crowded, as if looking farther away.

The ghost brother was dying, his mouth was open and he was panting hard, there was no trace of fear on his face—only a kind of anxiety, worried that he would no longer have the strength to speak, he fought hard and shouted: "Give me a shot, give me a shot, miss, you have to live well!" ”

The Japanese who came up around gave the ghost brother another shot in the shoulder, and the ghost brother didn't even have the strength to scream now, but just shivered and buried his head in the shallow water in extreme pain. The ghost brother tried his best to show a small smile, but it was a triumphant smile, and he moved his lips. He met the eyes of Na Miantang, as if to reach some kind of tacit understanding.

At this time, Brother Ghost's tired face slowly lost the look of struggling with all his might, as if that Miantang promised him, he could be completely relieved.

"Bang-"

The bullet entered the back of the ghost brother and shot into the heart of the ghost brother with extreme precision.

The Miantang stood, tall and burly, with eyes as black as ink. He slowly lowered the hand that was holding the gun.

Blood poured out from the wounds on the ghost brother's body, the wound on his neck was bleeding like a column, and the placket of his clothes had been splashed red, and the blood dyed the entire ground a shocking red.

I looked at everything in front of me like a fool, I only felt that my whole body was as cold as ice, I wanted to cry but couldn't cry, as if a ruthless hand grabbed my throat, I trembled and stretched out my hand, grasping the empty air, my pupils slightly condensed a little light, and called softly: "Brother ghost, brother ghost......"

I turned my head stiffly, looked at Namiantang, and muttered, "You fired the gun?" ”

"It's me, the ghost brother who fell into the body of the Japanese, and he will be tortured to death." Na Miantang grabbed me in his arms, his shoulders were tightly clutched, and I heard a voice that was extremely cold, word by word: "Cat Jiujiu, I swear, I will let them pay for their blood debts."

"Don't-"

I cried out in a mournful voice, and the heart-rending sound spread across the clearing, and the grief, depression, and anxiety all hit my heart, and a sweet cry in my throat spurted out a mouthful of blood.

I bit his thumb with all my might, and I looked at him with hatred, tears filled my cheeks, but I didn't know I was crying. That Miantang didn't let me save Brother Ghost, Brother Ghost can't die, Brother Ghost must not die, he is so loyal, he is my brother, he is my only relative. I'm going to the doctor, I don't want him to die!

That Miantang's eyes were terrifyingly dark, and he stood there, still without a trace of expression on his face, and only hugged me sideways and walked towards the car.

"Stop, stop, I'm going back to save Brother Ghost, I'm going to find Brother Ghost, if you don't stop, I'll fight with you!" I yelled at the Miantang. My fists pounded desperately against the car window, like a trapped beast crashing into the cage, I bit my bloody lip, and Miantang drove with one hand, and tried desperately to pry my mouth open with the other to prevent me from hurting me again. His iron-blue face looked gloomy and terrifying in the heavy snow, and there was no expression on his angular face, and the whole person was not chilling.

In just a dozen seconds, Zhang Chenglin's army also drove along the highway and crossed our truck.

Bullets whizzed past our van, mingled with a roar. Our car has been turning around all the way at the entrance of the alley, and the house usually covers us, but the car is smoking like a beacon. At this time, a muffled sound sounded at us from somewhere at the mouth of the alley, and then a well-directed whistling sound came quickly, and Namian Tang shouted, "Dog's cannon." ”

The cannon exploded next to us, and the hall was so hard that it fell on me, and I clung to my seat, and the car jerked. When the smoke and dust cleared, the guy continued to slam on the accelerator, and I found that he was also extremely weak and physically strong. He wiped the windshield. The blood that had been wiped just now, but had not been wiped out, should still be flowing down, and the windows were finally wiped clean. He drove forward silently, but the road ahead was still pale red.

The Japanese had some scruples and did not dare to continue to chase us into the city.

The road into town.

My consciousness was confused, my eyes were scattered, my body trembled violently, and through my blurred teary eyes, looking up at the sky, I seemed to hear a voice in the sky continuing, but far away it was no longer carefree but ethereal: