Li Yun Long roared with his eyes wide open.
"Little Japanese, hand over your life to me!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Yunlong was about to take the Ghost Head Blade and kill Saita Hideo when Zhao Gang reached out to stop him.
"Hold on, capturing this Japanese Company Leader is more valuable than killing him.”
After Zhao Gang said that, Li Yunlong could only give up. Then, Zhao Gang said,
"Little Japanese, listen up. We are the independent regiment of the 386th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army. You have nowhere to run. If you surrender unconditionally, I can spare your life and treat you like a prisoner of war.”
Then, the traitor next to the Japanese hooked his waist and fawned over Saita Hideo.
Saita Hideo smiled coldly with a determined look on his face.
"No, the Emperor's soldiers will not surrender. We will fight to the last soldier.”
Then, he looked at Li Yunlong and said,""You must be Li Yunlong, Mr. Li! It has been six years since 1937, right? In general, how many R Nation soldiers have you seen who surrendered?”
Li Yunlong was stunned for a moment. He thought for a moment and said,"That's true. There's almost none. Frankly speaking, although you Country R's soldiers are bastards, you still have the integrity of a soldier.
"From this point of view, many soldiers of the Dragon Country are far inferior. In order to save their lives, they are even willing to be dogs for others. For example, the traitor beside you. Their performance really makes me, a soldier of the Dragon Country, feel very embarrassed. It couldn't be helped. It was inevitable since ancient times that the family had an unfilial son and the country had a treacherous official.”
Li Yunlong's sarcastic words angered the traitor translator. He shouted,"Li Yunlong, cut the crap. I won't be able to live today anyway. Even if I die today, I'll drag someone down with me!”
As he spoke, the traitor translator pulled out a pistol from his waist. Just as he was about to shoot, Zhao Gang instantly fired.”，The traitor's palm was pierced through, and the gun fell to the ground.
Then, Zhao Gang said,"Alright, little Japanese. Just take it that your Grandpa Zhao is giving you face. Everyone, take a step back!"”
When Saita Hideo saw that the Independent Regiment had taken a step back and Zhao Gang had stepped forward, he knew that the Dragon Country wanted to duel with him. The corners of his mouth could not help but curl into a smile, as if he was a cat playing with a mouse. This was his confidence in his saber skills. He felt that this stupid and arrogant Chinese pig could be replaced before he died.
The Japanese man's eyes lit up. He quickened his pace and shouted arrogantly.
"Eight routes! I'm dead!"
He could clearly hear the footsteps on the path getting closer and closer.
He held the machete in his hand and unconsciously tightened his grip.
"Laugh all you want. I'll send you to hell later. I hope you can smile when you get there.”
Zhao Gang's lips curled into a mocking sneer.
His handsome face tilted slightly, his expression calm and composed. He lazily lowered his eyes, waiting for an opportunity to move.
His bloodthirsty expression was devilish and coquettish, like the most dangerous beast that had smelled its prey and was ready to attack.
"Ba-ga-ya-lu.”
The Japanese grinned and couldn't help but be excited.
"You son of a b * tch, you still want to stab me?”
Zhao Gang cursed in a low voice.
Song Lingyun's strong arm raised the katana with force. At this time, the Japanese thought that Zhao Gang was going to slash at him. In the end, his pair of bow-legged legs squatted down and used the advantage of his short height to easily avoid the attack of the machete.
However, he did not see the tip of the machete stabbing towards him.
The Japanese was stunned. The machete that the other party had extended was gone. He curiously looked up at Zhao Gang's arm.
At some point, a bayonet had appeared above his head. The sharp tip of the knife was pointing down at his head.
Seeing the bayonet, the Japanese felt as if they had been electrocuted. They shivered from the beginning to the end, and it was a fear that went straight to the depths of their souls.
Flee!
This thought occupied the Japanese's entire mind.
In an instant, it was as if he had pressed on a spring. He swayed left and right like a grasshopper on a hot pan, wholeheartedly thinking of escaping as soon as possible.
"Trying to run?"
The corners of Zhao Gang's mouth curled up, revealing a playful smile.
He loosened his grip on the machete and lightly shot his prey.
The Japanese thought that he was going to hit his head. His heart was in his throat, and his pupils dilated infinitely. He was scared out of his wits.
Even his half-crouched bow legs had forgotten to close due to his nervousness, so he subconsciously wanted to run away. Instead, he swayed left and right on the spot, completely like a crab that was suddenly frightened. He even forgot how to walk and could only circle left and right on the spot.
His expression was as if he had seen a ghost. His lips trembled and he was incoherent.
"Run my ass! Go to hell!"
Zhao Gang's lips turned cold. He raised the machete, and the sharp blade followed Song Lingyun's strong arm. With a rub, it stabbed into the Japanese's left chest.
The entire Japanese's upper body was pierced by a knife, like a live fish that had been caught ashore. The iron hook pierced through his throat, and the technique was extremely cruel.
He saw that the Japanese's face had turned pale, and his mouth was open and closed.
Before he could finish his sentence, a foreign substance spewed out and blocked his throat.
"Puchi-"
A large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
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