In that battle, in fact, Han Qiuyun only fired one shot, and he still went off. After the fire, she was stunned, and it seemed that a worm had crawled into her head, burrowing around. She suddenly felt nauseous. The Japanese soldier who died, whether he really glanced back at her, except for herself, even God can't tell. She saw the sky above the ghost soldier's head fall like a knife and float in front of her eyes, a blood-red rising air.

There were still a few faint wisps of blue smoke wafting from the hillside, and the strong smell of sulfur choked her nose. Han Qiuyun lowered his head, and his eyes were stabbed. The empty shell had completed its mission, lying quietly in the grass beside her, reflecting the sun and shimmering yellow and golden.

Is he really dead?

Han Qiuyun seemed to have suddenly realized. It turned out that death was such a simple thing, much more neat and calm than her hanging that time. All of a sudden, her fingers tightened in a daze, and she nailed something to the body of the childish Japanese soldier, who was still alive and kicking just now, and could no longer shout in the blink of an eye. Han Qiuyun suddenly felt that the Japanese soldier was a little familiar, white and pure like a reading baby he recognized. What if he wasn't a Japanese soldier? Then he is a man of learning. The way he walks must be very good-looking, very Sven. In the future, he will grow very strong, and his body will be hot and masculine. She thought that she had a kind of fate with that Japanese soldier, she had never known each other, and she shouldn't have hatred, but when he came to China, he came with the 38 Dagai on his back, and this became her enemy, and her hatred with him was the hatred of China and Japan, not the hatred of the two of them. If he is still in Japan, maybe he is still studying, maybe he is doing something that other scholars do, maybe there is a little girl waiting for him. In such good weather, maybe they will sit by the grassy river, listening to the murmuring of the water, and he will be with his Japanese little Niko......

The gunfire continued, like a horn to kill the soul, whipping Han Qiuyun's nerves one after another, making her nauseous and nauseous. The dead Japanese soldier had completely lost his ability to laugh and jump, and he was silent. Han Qiuyun seemed to see the slowly cooling corpse curling up and wriggling, like a hibernating snake. Between a living person and a corpse, there was a bullet, golden in the shape of a kidney bean, which looked great in the sun. Han Qiuyun thought, if such a beautiful little thing was not launched with a gun, but if it was eaten in the mouth and swallowed in the stomach, there must not be any major problems.

Han Qiuyun naturally didn't understand such a truth at that time - beautiful little things plus speed are equal to the bridge from life to death. However, at that moment, Han Qiuyun seemed to understand another truth: in this world, the most disgusting thing is the dead person, there is nothing more disgusting than the dead man, and there is nothing more disgusting than beating the dead with his own hands. Of course, disgusting to disgusting, she also knew that if she hadn't shot and killed the Japanese soldier, maybe it would have been the Japanese soldier who would shoot her at some point and shoot that beautiful golden kidney bean into her body. Most likely.

Now, not only was she disgusted, but a tide of extreme fear welled up in her heart. She was terrified of the pretty, golden-looking little thing, and she thought she would rather let something else into her body, even if it was shame and pain. She didn't want to die, she had long given up the idea of hanging.

Gao Qiujiang's shout sounded in his ears again. Gao Qiujiang's voice was already hoarse, and she shouted while shooting: "Sisters, save bullets and put the devil close to fight." ”

Han Qiuyun saw that Gao Qiujiang's eyes seemed to be stained with blood, and they were so red that they turned black. Suddenly, her eyes burned, and she saw an arc of light flash from a bush on the opposite side, as if a fireball was rushing towards her. That's when she remembered her duty, and she felt guilty for her crankiness. She raised her pistol to focus her eyes on a Japanese soldier, who she seemed to see was also aiming at her.

A serious problem was immediately faced - either kill the Japanese soldier or let the Japanese soldier kill himself.

At this moment, she involuntarily forgot everything and picked up her gun without hesitation - she decided to kill the Japanese soldier and leave herself in the world. However, as soon as the finger touched the trigger, the chest turned viciously with blood, and the finger that was fired stiffened, and I wanted to vomit again. Before she could vomit, something unexpected happened—first she heard a muffled sound, and then her eyes shone brightly, and the sky was full of red, gray, white branches, accompanied by a hot wave of blood. The sound of the wind passed by my ears, like a whistling in the woods, eerie and powerful. In the midst of this overwhelming roar, she was hit hard in the chest, and at the same time, a wet object fell from her bosom.

Han Qiuyun was puzzled that he had broken his rib bone, and it took a long time before he dared to open his eyes to look at the object, and after only one glance, he screamed and fainted.