Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2042 Another silent assassination!

"Who was that voice just now?"

"Is it Ogawa?"

"Who knows? Logically speaking, Jishan should be responsible for keeping watch on the watchtower today."

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Several Japanese soldiers were very puzzled, but this was not their concern.

What they care about is that the other person is speaking Japanese.

Although their previous enemies had used their fluent Japanese to sneak into the military police and rescue people.

But it is undeniable that they did not take it to heart.

The little devil's patrol was still walking towards the main entrance, but at this moment, a figure trotted over from behind them.

The Japs walking at the back seemed to sense someone behind them. He just wanted to turn around, but a sharp steel knife had already wiped out his neck.

puff!

Blood splattered, and the Japs probably never dreamed that someone in the military police force, where they felt safest, would sneak up on them behind his back.

But although Dragon Boat Festival's movements were light, the nearest Japanese still heard it. He also turned around in surprise, but he didn't expect the steel knife to be inserted directly into his throat, leaving him speechless.

His eyes were horrified, and he could only drop the gun on his shoulder to warn other colleagues.

But it was too late. When Dragon Boat Festival killed the last Japanese, the killing had already come to a halt.

The sword of the Dragon Boat Festival is very fast, and the footwork is also derived from the true teachings of Ksitigarbha.

So at the moment when the sixth Japanese was stabbed through the throat, Duanwu turned around and not only cut half of the Japanese's neck open, but also stabbed the other Japanese in the neck with another knife in his hand.

The move was swift and extremely precise. The Dragon Boat Festival was like a windmill, spinning twice to the right of a group of Japanese. All the Japanese were stabbed in the neck and fell to the ground without even a scream.

However, Duanwu did not relax his vigilance because of this, but made two more cuts on the undead Japanese.

After confirming that all the Japs were dead, he stood up and walked straight to the little Japs' dormitory.

The little devil's dormitory has three rows running from east to west. There are about six houses in each row.

More than half of the dormitories did not turn on the lights. It must be that the little devils had gone out to perform tasks. Six houses close to the gendarmerie office building still had their lights on.

But Dragon Boat Festival didn't panic. He tidied his clothes first and went to look in the rooms with the lights turned off. If there are any little devils, he will kill them.

As a result, the Japanese escaped very cleanly, and there was not even a single Japanese in the room with the lights turned off.

Dragon Boat Festival was still a little disappointed. After all, he had been busy for so long just to kill the Japanese.

Fortunately, when Duanwu came to the lighted room at the back, he saw a Japanese man carrying his pants to the corner for convenience.

As a result, Duanwu stabbed him in the back as soon as he took out his dick.

Things are still going wrong for the Japanese, but they can no longer move.

He wanted to shout, but he couldn't because his hands were already covered.

His heart was pierced, and the devil struggled slightly, and his body gradually softened.

Dragon Boat Festival put it down, and the water pipe below was still slowly flowing with light yellow liquid.

Although the person is dead, the final command issued by the brain is still convenient.

So he died conveniently.

After the Japanese had finished cooking, Duanwu gently approached the window and slowly poked his head out.

His eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light in the dormitory, and he saw a row of bunk beds inside, with more than a dozen Japanese prisoners immersed in sleep.

They were lying on their sides or on their backs, snoring one after another, obviously unaware of the coming danger.

Duanwu held his breath and carefully counted the number of Japanese. One, two, three...twelve. There were more Japs than he expected. But Duanwu was not ready to give up because of this. Although it was troublesome to deal with twelve people at once, it was not impossible. I was afraid that something unexpected would happen and wake up the Japanese in other rooms.

So Duanwu decided to put down these Japs for the time being and investigate the situation in several other dormitories first.

So, he gently left the window, turned around and walked towards another dormitory.

Dragon Boat Festival clung to the wall and slowly approached another Japanese dormitory.

His fingers lightly touched the window lattice, slightly opening the paper window.

Duanwu took a closer look. Under the dim light in the room, the figures of the three Japanese were gradually revealed from left to right.

The Japanese were sleeping soundly, just like dead pigs.

Dragon Boat Festival was slightly happy, because he was absolutely sure that the three Japanese were in their sleep, so he sent them back to see their Amaterasu.

Thinking of this, Dragon Boat Festival did not hesitate for half a minute.

He still walked close to the wall, wary of being seen by the Japanese who might appear in the gendarmerie office building.

Then he cautiously approached the ajar door.

When he arrived at the door, Duanwu looked around to make sure there was nothing unusual, then he gently stretched out his hand and touched the door panel with his fingertips.

Squeak!

The door shaft made a faint rusting sound, but it was particularly harsh in this silent night.

Duanwu's heart tightened, and he immediately stopped his movements and waited quietly for a few seconds.

Seeing no response from the dormitory, he dared to continue pushing the door. The crack in the door gradually widened until it was large enough for him to step in sideways.

Like a nimble civet cat, he slipped into the Japanese dormitory quietly.

His eyes quickly fell on the three Japs.

The three Japanese soldiers were still immersed in sleep and knew nothing about the coming danger.

Dragon Boat Festival stepped forward gently, making almost no sound.

He approached the first Japanese step by step, leaned over suddenly, covered the Japanese's mouth with one hand, and stabbed his throat quickly and accurately with the dagger in the other hand.

Blood spurted out from the wound, instantly staining Duanwu's palms and sheets red.

The devil didn't even hum before he died.

But at this time during the Dragon Boat Festival, there was no pause. He quickly pulled out the dagger, turned around and rushed towards the other two Japs.

His movements were light and agile, drawing a graceful arc in the dim light.

He used the same technique to create two other Japs.

Although while killing the second Japs, the third Japs were awakened from their sleep. But before he could make any sound or react, Dragon Boat Festival's dagger had already pierced his throat.

The Japanese had a frightened look on his face, his eyes widened as if they were about to bulge out.

He struggled hard, his limbs flailing, but it was no use.

Dragon Boat Festival would not give him any chance to resist. It was just a small accident that the Japanese was awakened when he was killing the second Japanese.

But this is just a small accident.

The Japanese clawed and kicked for a moment, and then they stopped moving.

Duanwu slowly let go of his hand, then walked around the room, and listened carefully to make sure that the slight noise he had just made did not disturb the other Japs. Duanwu then walked out of the room and headed towards the last Japs' dormitory. And go.

He wants to kill all the Japanese soldiers left behind in the military police force. It depends on whether Kitahara Hiroshi is crazy or not! .