"Damn, do you think my appearance will scare the Japanese?”
"Nonsense, your ghostly appearance scared me half to death…"
"Hehe, you're not any better.”
No Spicy and Yaoma could not help but whisper. After being glared at by Zhao Ziqiang, they tactfully shut up.
Long Wenzhang carefully walked side by side with Zhao Ziqiang.
Behind them were more than 150 soldiers.
No one spoke, only the sound of footsteps.
Just looking at this scene was enough to make one's scalp go numb!
They were approaching the Japanese's base.
The Japanese inside were sleeping soundly. Zhao Ziqiang could almost hear their snoring.
There were only a few sentry posts wandering around in boredom.
They yawned out of boredom and unwillingly stood guard.
The triangular formation that had never changed in ten thousand years.
Infantry charging through the artillery was a rigid tactic.
Even when they were out of the country, the Japanese's fighting style did not change at all.
Standing guard was still the old two-man team.
What surprised Zhao Ziqiang the most was that there were no hidden sentries.
He could not imagine how many brainless and simple victories had made the Japanese so arrogant.
"Leave the one on the left to me."
"The one on the right, die, you go.”
Zhao Ziqiang quickly gave the order.
First, he would take care of the sentries, then kill the Japanese in the encampment in one go.
With the sudden attack and the appearance of the Chuan Legion, who knew how many Japanese would wet their pants this time.
"Dead, dead? Who, me?"
When Long Wenzhang heard this order, he almost didn't know who he was talking about. When he saw everyone's eyes, he knew it was him.
He suddenly looked depressed. When did he have such a strange name?
Dead, dead?
What kind of bullsh * t nickname was that?
At the side, Bula leaned his head over and laughed evilly.
"Your luck is already pretty good. Bastard, I was going to call you Baka.”
"Shut up, you black monkey!”
Long Wenzhang glanced at him in annoyance. He then took the bayonet from the Lost Dragon and carefully touched it.
On the other side, Zhao Ziqiang also took off the Tang sword on his back and slowly approached the Japanese.
Zhao Ziqiang approached the Japanese. Just as he was about to turn around in boredom, he swung his saber fiercely!
"Puchi!"
A terrifying wound appeared on the Japanese's neck!
In order to prevent unnecessary trouble from being caused by the spraying of blood, Zhao Zi resisted the idea of directly chopping off his head and directly slit open his throat.
"Hiss…"
The Japanese's throat made a sound like a balloon leaking. He covered the wound on his neck and took a deep breath!
His mouth opened and closed, as helpless as a fish stranded on the shore!
Even if he tried his best to breathe, the air could not enter his lungs smoothly!
Instead, it leaked out from the wound on his throat!
The Japanese man fell to the ground in pain. He covered his neck with one hand and grabbed Zhao Ziqiang's pants with the other hand in despair and helplessness!
Seeing his expression, Zhao Ziqiang looked at him indifferently.
Feeling the pain of this Japanese, he felt a burst of joy in his heart!
"Country Ying died of narrow-mindedness and arrogance, but you guys are not.”
"You died of ignorance."
Under Zhao Ziqiang's cold gaze, the Japanese man was suffocated to death on the spot.
On the other side, Long Wenzhang also successfully stabbed the bayonet into the Japanese's back.
The Japanese didn't say anything and closed their eyes to see the Emperor.
It had to be said that in comparison, Long Wenzhang could be considered merciful.
After killing the two sentries at the front, Zhao Ziqiang led the Sichuan Army to pull out all the sentries.
He did not make a single sound during this process. The Japanese, who were sleeping like dead pigs, did not notice anything.
However, the thick smell of blood could not be concealed.
However, the weather was not good. A gentle breeze blew the thick smell of blood from the Japanese corpses into the encampment.
In the barracks, the Japanese were sleeping soundly.
After the smell of blood spread, a few people felt that something was wrong.
The few Japanese who were not sleeping well opened their eyes and looked around drowsily.
"What happened? There's the smell of blood?"
"I smell it too. We should get someone to go out and take a look.”
"Xin Dao, you should go out and take a look.”
"You guys are crazy. There are no more Chinese people around for us to kill. The so-called alliance army has also been surrounded by us.”
"Stop nagging. Don't you want to go out and pee?”
"Damn it…"
A first-class soldier walked out in his underpants.
His eyes were still sleepy, and he staggered with each step.
She walked to a quiet spot at the door and was about to take it out to pee when she suddenly felt that the night in front of her was not quite right.
Long Wenzhang smiled in the dark night.
A pale white color suddenly appeared in the darkness!
This big white teeth forced the Japanese who was about to pee back into his stomach!
" Hey, how much will I deduct from you?"
Long Wenzhang greeted the Japanese man in poor Japanese.
Zhao Ziqiang waved his hand, and more than 150 soldiers of the Chuan Legion in black slowly walked out from the darkness!
Seeing this scene, the Japanese took a step back and sat on the ground with a thud!
He doubted his eyes. This seemed to be a dream!
What did he see?
They were like more than a hundred evil ghosts with black smoke swirling around them and holding the scythes of the Grim Reaper!
"Ah!"
The Japanese instinctively let out a scream!
However, this scream was very hoarse and did not have any strength at all.
The excessive shock and fright caused him to temporarily lose his voice!
No matter how hard he tried, the sound would be very soft.
It was as if he had a nightmare but could not wake up no matter how hard he tried.
" You have to let me come. Who the f * ck doesn't want to come? Which bastard doesn't want to come?"
" Your house's walls are so high. Why are you setting up cannons everywhere?"
The mysterious dragon hummed his favorite song, the Northeast Two-people Rotation, and came to the Japanese with a smile.
The Mystic Dragon was just like its name, a dragon lost in its own country.
He cursed his family's ancestral grave because the Japanese had dug it up and built a turret there.
So he left his fallen hometown and thought about where to fight and take back the lost land.
At the very least, he had to win a few battles.
But what was puzzling was that after winning a few battles, more and more land was lost.
In less than two years, more than half of the country had been occupied.
Thus, he traveled everywhere, came to Chan Da, and then here.
He looked at the Japanese in front of him, tilted his head, and narrowed his eyes.
Then, he took out a bayonet and stabbed it into the other party's chest!
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