Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2103 Ye Xiuwen is here!

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No matter how many bullets he fired, they would all be used up. Dragon Boat Festival almost shot a Japs one at a time, but there were more than 40 Japs, and he couldn't guarantee that he would actually shoot one Japs.

If there is a little devil who is still fighting after being shot once, then he will make up for it with another shot.

So when Duanwu's pistol made an empty sound, there were seven or eight little Japs left on the scene.

Seeing an opportunity, the little Japanese roared towards Dragon Boat Festival with a bayonet in hand.

When Lao Mo on the side saw this, he stepped forward to help again.

Although he didn't know who the other party was, it was obvious that the other party saved him.

But at this moment, he just wanted to move, but he didn't want to face seven or eight Japs. Not only did Dragon Boat Festival show no fear at all, he also swung his black windbreaker back coolly and pulled out two black blades from his waist.

The pair of black blades are of the right length, with the same shape, and are as deep as night.

The blade has been tempered many times and is indescribably sharp.

Even in the daylight, you can see the faint flowing cold light on the blade, which makes people shudder.

"This, this is?"

The Dragon Boat Festival martial arts was so high that Lao Mo found it unbelievable.

Because masters have their own pride, even if you are his fan, you can't just go up and try to interfere with others' actions.

Lao Mo was shocked because he actually recognized the double swords in Duanwu's hands, the weapons made famous by Ksitigarbha, the number one killer in the world.

Lao Mo's excitement was beyond words. But he never went up to help.

Second, don’t masters care about face? If you go to help, doesn't that mean that a master is no match for a bunch of little devils?

As a killer, Lao Mo is naturally particularly interested in killers.

He even suspected for a time that the young man in front of him was Ksitigarbha.

But this is simply impossible. Calculating time, Ksitigarbha must be at least seventy years old at this time.

Dragon Boat Festival's footwork is like a ghost, and his sword is as fast as lightning. Every time he swings the sword, he hits the enemy's vitals accurately.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Dragon Boat Festival is in danger, Lao Mo will not hesitate to rush forward and block the knife for Dragon Boat Festival.

Such thoughts couldn't help but pop up in Lao Mo's mind.

First, the masters don’t need your help at all, and it would be unnecessary for you to help them.

But no matter what the name was, he pointed to one person, and this person was the number one assassin in the world - Ksitigarbha.

What's more, at this time, Duanwu just dodged a few times and seven or eight Japanese soldiers were already dead on the spot.

Of course, after being in disbelief, he was convinced. The young man in front of him is definitely Ksitigarbha's disciple.

If you lightly scratch it with this blade, even steel can be split into two, which shows how sharp it is.

He was a little excited. Although he couldn't see Ksitigarbha himself, it was a blessing to be able to look up to Ksitigarbha's disciples.

Some call it the Obsidian Blade, some call it the Blood Oath, and some think it should be called Nameless.

"Is he the disciple of Senior Ksitigarbha?"

But obviously not needed.

Duan Wu shook off the blood on his knife and put the knife away gracefully.

Six seconds later, Lao Mo was shocked again. He killed seven Japs in six seconds, and the average time it took to kill one Japs was less than one second.

Lao Mo stepped forward hurriedly, but at this moment, Duanwu said calmly: "Your mission is over, treat those brothers who died in the battle well."

Having said that, Dragon Boat Festival had already walked towards a group of people, including the injured Wang Ke, Xiaoyu and others.

Wang Ke was shocked when he saw Duanwu, and said in astonishment: "Boss Ye, why are you here?" Duanwu said: "This is not the place to talk, follow me."

As Duanwu spoke, he reloaded the shell gun that had just emptied the magazine with two new magazines. Then he guided Wang Ke and others into the alley across the street and followed him.

When he came, a safe passage had been opened, and all the Japanese and traitors had been dealt with in advance, so this road was now safe.

Just walking, Duanwu suddenly turned around, because Lao Mo was still following behind.

Duanwu thought for a while but said nothing. After all, the other party also killed the Japanese, so it was reasonable to retreat with them.

However, Duanwu didn't know Lao Mo's identity, he just knew that these people were brought by Boss Zhang.

So the group of people quickly disappeared into the alley with nine twists and turns.

At the same time, Princess Fuya finally arrived with her people.

But they arrived a step too late, and more than fifty Japanese were killed on the street.

Princess Fuya looked at the corpse on the ground in shock. These were the most elite soldiers of the Japanese Empire, and they all died in less than five minutes.

She only attacks those killers now. If they weren't blocking her, they might have arrived long ago.

"Miss Fuya, look at this wound?"

At this moment, Sun Mingpu's sharp eyes saw that the wounds on the Japanese soldiers looked familiar, so he warned them.

Princess Fuya also squatted down, and after untying the collar of a Japanese soldier's neck with her hands, she saw that there was only a line of blood, but a very deep wound.

She had seen this kind of wound not only in Sun Mingpu's report, but also in the gendarmerie at Lushunkou.

"Ye Xiuwen came to Dalian?"

At this time, an idea suddenly popped into Princess Fuya's mind.

Because probably only Ye Xiuwen could create this kind of knife mark.

And there was not only one Japanese on the scene.

Of course, there are other scars. Princess Fuya believes that these scars should be caused by the killers.

Apart from that, the most eye-catching thing is probably the bullet marks.

Almost every Japs died with just one shot.

This shows that the opponent not only has extremely high shooting skills, but also has a mentality that can still maintain a calm attitude in the melee.

This is very important, because without excellent psychological quality, in this kind of melee, even a sharpshooter may miss the bullet due to nervousness.

So Princess Fuya judged from this that Ye Xiuwen must have arrived in Dalian.

The corners of Princess Fuya's lips were slightly raised because she felt that she had made the right decision to come to Dalian. Ye Xiuwen's roots are indeed in Dalian.

Thinking of this, Princess Fuya ordered: "Continue to pursue me. Even if they escape, you must find their lair for me."

"Yes!"

Sun Mingpu responded quickly because he felt that the time had come for him to make a contribution.

That mysterious man, Ye Xiuwen, came to Dalian. Isn't this equivalent to giving him credit?

Because this Dalian is not only his territory, but also has a large number of imperial troops as his backing.

And with such a strong backing, what else does he have to fear?

So he took his remaining men and chased Duanwu and others.

Of course, he was just chasing blindly, because at this time, he didn't know where Duanwu and others had gone.

Because wherever he went, he only saw the corpses of the Japanese! .