Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2124 The light in the heart!

The night was dark, and Lao Wang, Mrs. Zhang and others were like frightened birds, fleeing in panic in the woods.

The sounds of pursuit behind them were getting closer and closer, and the heartbeats of the female family members of the Zhang family began to beat rapidly.

They didn't dare to look back, for fear that a moment's hesitation would put them in a desperate situation.

The branch scratched Mrs. Zhang's face, leaving small scars, but this was nothing compared to her fear.

The sound of the wind, the chirping of insects, and the rustling of leaves in the forest all became the sound of her heartbeat, echoing loudly in her ears.

She seemed to be able to feel the aura of the little devil, that coldness and cruelty, like the scythe of the god of death that was already on her neck.

She kept telling herself, can't stop, can't stop!

Because every stagnation of steps may be the end of life.

The same goes for other people at this time. They all know what the consequences will be if they are caught by the Japanese.

They shuttled quickly through the woods, including the injured Miss Zhang, who was also running with all her strength.

The footsteps and shouts of the Japanese were like drums, beating in their hearts.

Fear was like an invisible hand, tightly strangling their throats. They felt powerless as never before.

But the instinct of survival still drove them to keep moving forward. They kept running and running until their legs were as heavy as lead.

But they still dare not stop, because stopping means giving up and dying.

So they can only grit their teeth and move on, hoping to escape from this life-and-death chase.

At the same time, also in the woods, an assassination attempt on the Japanese pursuers had been quietly staged.

In the woods shrouded in darkness at night, Lao Mo was still hiding in an undetectable tree, waiting for the Japanese patrol that was about to pursue him.

That team of Japanese soldiers held flashlights, and their officers kept giving orders to speed up, so Lao Mo could see clearly.

After a while, the Japs came to the tree where Lao Mo was living, which was the only place the Japs must pass. No matter where the devils come from, they will go here.

Lao Mo looked at the Japs under the tree and sneered. He suddenly jumped down from the tree and floated behind the last Japs like a gust of wind.

A sharp dagger, like the fangs of a poisonous snake, instantly pierced the devil's back.

Blood spurted out, like splashing ink.

The screams of the Japanese who were stabbed to death were so sharp that the Japanese in front of them were horrified.

Another Japanese was killed in panic. The Japanese in front turned their guns and pulled the triggers at the murderer Lao Mo.

But at this time, after killing two Japanese soldiers, Lao Mo had disappeared without a trace. The Japanese soldiers could only stay where they were and bark wildly. Then, they could only keep shooting indiscriminately into the deep woods while roaring helplessly.

Lao Mo's goal was achieved. His goal was not to kill the Japs but to prevent the Japs from continuing to pursue Lao Wang, Mrs. Zhang and others.

Mrs. Zhang and other female relatives couldn't run fast at all. It would be easy for the Japanese who came after hearing the news to catch or intercept them.

So Lao Mo could only stay and take risks to stop him.

Therefore, he can no longer kill the Japanese as before, and must maintain his physical strength.

But it seemed that the little Japs didn't want him to rest. Just when Lao Mo stopped to rest for a while, another group of Japs chased him from the northwest.

They seemed to see Mrs. Zhang and others. Their squad leader was waving the saber in his hand and loudly ordering his men to change the direction of pursuit. Lao Mo didn't dare to delay. Just when the Japanese officer was about to divide a team of thirteen people into two groups to outflank him, a sharp dagger quietly approached his throat.

Lao Mo appeared behind the Japanese captain like a ghost, and with a flick of his dagger, he cut the Japanese captain's neck.

The Japs squad leader's eyes widened in disbelief. He was probably dead, and he didn't know who actually did it to him.

Red blood spurted out from the neck of the Japanese squad leader. His men were shocked when they saw this.

A Japanese soldier reacted first and shouted: "The captain has been killed!"

puff!

Before the Japanese screamed, Lao Mo's dagger once again turned into a cold light as bright as the moonlight in the night, and once again cut across the throat of the screaming Japanese.

The two Japs fell under Lao Mo's sword one after another, and at this time the other Japs also reacted.

Some of them rushed towards Lao Mo with bayonets in hand, while others were ready to shoot.

Lao Mo didn't stop at all, quickly backed up and then ran in another direction. Not only did he avoid the bayonets of the nearby Japanese, he also caused all the bullets fired by the Japanese behind him to fall on the ground.

But the little devils would never let it go. The squad leader was killed and another colleague died, which made them very angry.

The Japanese roared and chased into the woods, shooting randomly.

Because they couldn't find Lao Mo at all, even if they had flashlights in their hands in the dark forest, they could only shine within ten meters.

But the anger seemed to make these Japs lose their minds. They gradually dispersed, but gave Lao Mo an opportunity to take advantage of them.

Lao Mo was like a gust of wind, appearing and disappearing suddenly, constantly killing the Japanese in the forest.

His figure flickered in and out, and every time he appeared, he was accompanied by the fall of a Japanese soldier.

The number of Japs was getting smaller and smaller, but Lao Mo's injuries were increasing.

What's even more deadly is that Lao Mo's continuous fighting consumes a lot of physical energy and his movements are not as good as before.

But there were still many Japs, and he had no time to rest.

As long as there are five of these little devils, they can keep Lao Wang, Mrs. Zhang and others behind.

So he couldn't leave, and he couldn't let the Japanese break through his defense line.

His clothes were stained red with blood, and his body was as heavy as lead.

But Lao Mo was still fighting, like a killing machine that had long forgotten that he was still alive.

After a long time, Lao Mo didn't know how much time had passed, but he felt that Mrs. Zhang and others should have gone far away, so he quickly left the battle after killing a Japs who discovered him.

After getting out of the battle, Lao Mo was breathing heavily. Because the wounds on his body continued to bleed, his vision began to blur.

But Lao Mo knew that he couldn't fall yet, because he still had one very, very important thing to do, that is, even if he died, he had to meet the world's number one killer-Ksitigarbha.

This is his dream and the most important reason why he follows the Dragon Boat Festival.

In other words, if Duanwu hadn't shown enough strength in front of him, I'm afraid he wouldn't have such strong admiration for Jizo.

So he couldn't die yet, even if he was covered in injuries and his body was extremely exhausted.

He wants to pursue his own light, even if his limbs are broken, he still has to crawl in front of his idol and admire the style of the world's number one killer! .