Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2123 Extreme Hunting!

"Quick! Hayaku! There's a situation over there!"

The Japanese team leader ordered loudly.

They were the coast patrol. When they saw the gunboat seeming to be attacking someone, they quickly came for reinforcements.

In order to save time, they chose to go directly through the forest instead of taking a long way around the forest path.

The night in the forest was quiet and deep, with only the rapid footsteps and rapid breathing of the Japanese patrol breaking the tranquility.

They were eager to reach the coastline, but they did not realize that the shadow of death had quietly fallen.

Suddenly, a black shadow leaped down from the tree like a ghost, and the speed was too fast for people to react.

The black shadow held a pair of gleaming daggers tightly in his hands, like two bright moonlights in the dark night, piercing into the bodies of the two devils quickly and accurately.

"Uh-huh!" The two Japanese soldiers screamed, their eyes widened, and they fell down with disbelief on their faces.

Their companions were frightened by the sudden attack. In the panic, some people tried to shoot, but found that the black shadow moved too fast to aim.

The black shadow was like a gust of wind, shuttling among the devils, and every flash was accompanied by a scream and the sound of falling to the ground.

His movements are light and agile, as if they are integrated with the darkness, making them unpredictable. The dagger flew in his hand, taking away a Japanese life every time he swung it.

The Japs on the patrol were terrified. They tried to gather together to resist, but the speed and power of the shadow left them helpless.

The Japs fell one after another, their blood dyed the forest land red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The last Japs trembled and knelt on the ground. He knew that he could not escape and could only wait desperately for death.

The black shadow walked slowly in front of him, and the dagger lightly scratched his neck. All the struggle and resistance disappeared at this moment.

All thirteen Japs in the entire patrol were killed by the shadows, and the forest regained its tranquility.

The black shadow stood in the pool of blood, staring coldly at the fallen Japanese, then turned around and disappeared into the dark night, as if he had never appeared.

Only the smell of blood in the wind and the corpses on the ground were left to witness this tragic battle.

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A moment later, Lao Mo appeared in front of Lao Wang and others. Lao Wang and others were so frightened that they almost pulled out their guns.

It turns out that it was Lao Mo who killed the Japanese patrol in the forest before.

This time it was in the dark night, on Lao Mo's home court, and the thirteen Japs were powerless to fight back, which shows Lao Mo's strength.

Lao Mo has met Lao Wang, Boss Zhang's wife and others, but these people have never seen him.

But this does not affect Lao Mo's communication with them.

Lao Mo said in a cold voice: "Boss Zhang is my friend. If you want to survive, go to the difficult part of the forest. Someone will pick you up there!"

"So, what about you?"

Lao Wang is also a Jianghu person, and he can see that Lao Mo is not lying.

Of course, he could also see that Lao Mo had no intention of leaving with them.

Lao Mo, who had turned around, glanced back at Lao Wang, then slowly turned back and said: "Queen-breaking!"

The last sentence was very plain, but it made Lao Wang seem to think of something.

At this time, Mrs. Zhang also murmured: "I heard the master talk about this person. He can trust him."

Lao Wang quickly said: "Then let's leave quickly, so as not to let down this hero's good intentions."

"Ok!"

Mrs. Zhang responded, and immediately the group of people fled southward along the winding coastline in the direction directed by Lao Mo.

Their footsteps were hurried, but they tried not to make any noise for fear of attracting a Japanese patrol. In the woods, only the rustling footsteps and rapid breathing echoed softly.

And deep in the woods, a deep shadow was lurking quietly.

This shadow was none other than Lao Mo. Like a nocturnal cheetah, he was keenly aware of the slightest sound in the woods. Even the chirping of an insect as small as a fingertip could not escape his ears.

He was like a hunter lurking in the jungle, quietly waiting for his prey.

Suddenly, the footsteps of Japanese pursuers were heard in the distance.

Their footsteps were not only rapid but also shouting.

The loudest one was the captain of a Japanese patrol. They also heard the sound of cannons and came here. And they are approaching Lao Wang's escape route.

Lao Mo heard the sound and moved. He shuttled through the woods like a ghost and quietly approached the Japanese reinforcements.

The moment the Japanese team approached, Lao Mo suddenly jumped out of the darkness, and his ghostly figure quickly approached the enemy.

He was holding a sharp dagger, and his eyes flashed with a sharp cold light.

A Japanese soldier suddenly spotted Lao Mo and screamed in horror, but it was too late. With a figure like the wind, Lao Mo approached the Japs in an instant. He lightly touched his neck with the dagger, and blood spurted out. The Japs' eyes widened, as if he could not believe even on his deathbed that one person could be so fast. So fast.

At this time, other Japanese soldiers also reacted. They raised their weapons in panic and tried to surround Lao Mo.

But Lao Mo was too fast, his body was erratic, and every time he dodged, he avoided the enemy's attack just right, causing the Japanese's bayonets to fall into empty space. Instead, three Japanese soldiers were killed or injured in succession.

The Japanese officers howled loudly, trying to use their classic three-three formation to save their lives.

But Lao Mo didn't give them this chance at all. His arm was cut open by a Japanese bayonet, and Lao Mo successfully cut into a Japanese formation.

His dagger shuttled among the devils like two bolts of lightning, bringing down a shower of blood every time he swung it.

The two Japs fell to the ground one after another. The other Japs knew he was outmatched, and in panic, he bumped into his own man's bayonet.

The bayonet penetrated the prisoner's abdomen, and the prisoner fell to the ground in pain.

The Japanese with the bayonet was horrified because he had just killed a colleague.

However, at this moment, Lao Mo, who was experienced in actual combat, saw an opportunity. At the moment when the stabbed Japanese soldier fell to the ground, his figure had already flashed in front of the stunned Japanese soldier.

The sword was like lightning and flint, and the white light disappeared into the Japs chest in a flash.

"Bagaya road!"

The Japanese officer roared and slashed at Lao Mo with his samurai sword.

Instead of facing him, Lao Mo rushed forward, flashing like a ghost. The other two Japs who had just formed a three-and-three formation and had just noticed that their companions behind them had been killed were already being attacked by Lao Mo when they were turning around. Wiped his neck.

But the Japs officer behind Lao Mo also drew his sword very quickly. Even though Lao Mo was fast enough, there was still a bloody gash on his back from the Japs' sword.

But Lao Mo acted as if he couldn't feel the pain, his movements were not slow at all, and he was behind the other Japanese in just a flash.

After taking out the sword, his figure flashed and disappeared again, moving like clouds and flowing water.

There were no fancy moves at this time, Lao Mo was just fast. Coupled with the cover of night, the remaining Japanese in the forest seemed to see seven or eight Lao Mo flashing in front of and behind them.

And every time Lao Mo appeared, a Japanese would meet the King of Hell.

It wasn't until the last Japanese officer was stabbed to death by Lao Mo that Lao Mo stopped breathing heavily.

He looked at the fallen enemy with a trace of cruelty in his eyes. He simply tended to the wound and disappeared into the dark woods.

Although Lao Mo won this battle, he still had at least a dozen wounds on his body.

Although none of these wounds were fatal, Lao Mo had too many new and old wounds. Coupled with the high-intensity fighting, Lao Mo was physically and mentally exhausted.

But at this time, he couldn't stop because he was afraid that there would still be patrols of little devils coming in a steady stream on the next stretch of the road! .