Bright Sword: Starting from the Rebirth of Zhou Weiguo

Chapter 118 Xiaoya, Your Atu is Here! !

Takeshita Jun felt that he was approaching the end of his life, and his eyes were getting heavier and heavier, as if he would fall asleep in the next second and never wake up again.

However, he was not afraid, but looked at Zhou Weiguo expectantly, waiting for his answer.

"Takeshita, as early as in Berlin...we...cough cough...we have already broken off our friendship. From the moment you entered country Z with a weapon, we... have only one relationship, enemy!"

"Cough cough!"

Zhou Weiguo spoke with great effort, he had to rest for a while after he said a word, he kept coughing blood, he paused for a long time before continuing.

"That...it's really... regrettable, Wei Guo, if we can do it again,...I hope...we are...friends...not enemies...poof..."

"boom!"

"boom!"

After listening to Zhou Weiguo's answer, Jun Takeshita couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes closed slowly, he lost his stability, fell to the ground, and his breathing gradually weakened.

Zhou Weiguo looked at Jun Takeshita who fell on the opposite side, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Looking at the gunpowder not far away, he murmured: "Takeshita, if I can, I will choose to be friends with you!"

As if he heard Zhou Weiguo's words, Jun Takeshita kept a smile on his face, and gradually lost consciousness, completely sleeping in this winter.

Hearing the faint sound of fighting coming from the entrance of the village not far away, and the thick gunpowder smoke in the sky, Zhou Weiguo dragged his body and moved towards the entrance of the village. A winding bloodstain continued to extend on the snow, which was shocking and brought tears to those who saw it.

So tragic, it deserves to be called a real man! !

.........

Li Yunlong no longer knew how many people he had killed. He only felt that his arm was numb and bleeding, and the pain in his arm made him a little dazed.

"Pong!"

"Captain, are you alright!!?"

Monk Wei hurriedly came to Li Yunlong's side, and killed the devil who was about to attack with a single blow, and supported Li Yunlong with a worried expression on his face.

"I'm fine! Go help the brothers, the brothers of the Special Forces, they are all good, go!!"

Li Yunlong, a tough man, lost control of his emotions at this moment.

Looking at Zhao Tiezhu leading the people in front of them to fight continuously, some people said excitedly even if they were dying, they would fight to kill one or two devils.

"Yes!"

Wei Dayong's eyes were full of anger, and he rushed forward with a knife.

Li Yunlong stood up with the help of a knife.

There were not many people standing on the battlefield at this time, only Li Yunlong, Wei Dayong and Zhao Tiezhu led seven members of the special forces team, a total of nine members.

But all of them were injured, and they didn't have much combat power.

There were not many Japanese troops left on the opposite side.

Li Yunlong and the others fought desperately, and at the cost of killing all the troops, they finally defeated the little devil.

Sakata Plain died in battle, leaving only Shigeru Miyamoto and three or four members of the Devil Special Forces struggling to hold on.

"Peng!!"

"puff!"

A burst of sword light appeared, and the last member of the devil special forces also fell to the ground, lifeless.

Zhao Tiezhu pulled out his knife, turned around with difficulty, and looked at Shigeru Miyamoto who was close at hand.

"Tie Zhu, leave this to me, you rest first!"

Wei Dayong walked to Zhao Tiezhu's side, looked at Shigeru Miyamoto, and said.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you, Monk!"

Zhao Tiezhu himself is at the last moment, he has no power to fight and is exhausted, leaving it to Wei Dayong is the best choice.

"Little devil, come on, let grandpa see how good your kung fu is!"

"People from China, today I will show you what the true way of swordsmanship is!"

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Zhou Weiguo dragged his heavy body to the entrance of the village, and he could clearly see Li Yunlong's silhouette from a distance.

He only felt that his legs were as heavy as lead, and every step was extremely difficult, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top, making people breathless.

And behind him, there is a long and winding road of blood, like a blood-red war robe, fluttering in the wind, unfolding slowly, telling the sky the unknown tragedy and solemnity! ! !

"Z!"

"Z!"

Zhou Weiguo stepped on the snow with heavy steps, making a sizzling sound.

One step, two steps...

I don't know how long I walked, but the short distance of 200 meters seemed to be magnified a hundred times, and there was no end.

Zhou Weiguo's consciousness gradually became a little fuzzy. Just when he couldn't hold on and was about to fall, a figure suddenly came up to support him.

"Old Zhou!"

Li Yunlong looked at Zhou Weiguo who had turned into a blood man, and his heart was full of deep admiration. He, who had always had a playful smile, became serious rarely, and respected Zhou Weiguo, an iron-blooded man.

Zhou Weiguo is also a scholar and a man of culture.

However, Li Yunlong sometimes felt that he was more ruthless than himself, and he was not afraid of death. He didn't have the gentleness of a scholar at all, as if he was a battle-tested iron-blooded general!

But sometimes he is like a wise counselor, sitting firmly in the army, strategizing, and winning a decisive victory thousands of miles away.

For Zhou Weiguo, he admires him from the bottom of his heart, Zhou Weiguo is the first person who can make him admire! ! !
"Lao Li, we may not be able to get out this time!"

Zhou Weiguo put one hand on Li Yunlong's shoulder, and the two of them staggered towards the entrance of the village, leaving rows of bloodstained footprints on the snow.

Hearing Zhou Weiguo's voice, Li Yunlong said freely:
"Hahaha, if you can't get out, you can't get out, killing so many little devils is enough for us.

Let the devils dispatch two alliances to deal with us, even if it is dead, it is worth it, but it is a pity that we will not see the day when the war is won! "

Li Yunlong's heroic and unrestrained voice echoed over Xinzhuang for a long time, like a majestic war song, which lasted for a long time! !

"Old Li, do you know everything?"

Zhou Weiguo looked at Li Yunlong with some doubts.

"That's right, Shigeru Miyamoto told us at the end that Jiangjunling has been surrounded by two Japanese regiments."

Li Yunlong said calmly.

"Hahaha!"

The two looked at each other, then laughed at the same time.

The heroic and desolate laughter composes a tragic tune accompanied by the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood, which makes people awe-inspiring! !

"Captain!"

"Captain!"

Zhao Tiezhu and Wei Dayong also walked over, looking nervously at Zhou Weiguo covered in blood, with tears rolling in the corner of their eyes.

Zhao Tiezhu looked at Zhou Weiguo, the corners of his eyes were sore, he supported Zhou Weiguo's left arm, feeling uncomfortable.

"Okay, Tie Zhu, you are all good, and the brothers in our special operations group are all good!"

Zhou Weiguo looked at the people in the special operations group around him, everyone had a tinge of redness in their eyes, and they looked at Zhou Weiguo worriedly.

They would rather exchange their lives for Zhou Weiguo to get out alive, but obviously Zhou Weiguo would not allow it.

"Captain, you..."

Zhao Tiezhu, the rebellious iron-blooded soldier, looked like a crying child at this moment, with red eyes and a sore nose looking at Zhou Weiguo, his voice choked with sobs.

Zhou Weiguo looked at Zhao Tiezhu and the others' expressions, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth inadvertently. This was the first time since he trained Zhao Tiezhu and the others that he smiled so happily in front of them.

He wanted to reach out and pat Zhao Tiezhu's shoulder, but he felt that his eyes were getting heavier and heavier, he couldn't use his strength, and his consciousness became more and more blurred until he finally fell down.

"Captain!"

"Old Zhou!"

"Captain!"

I could still vaguely hear Li Yunlong and Zhao Tiezhu's worried voices.

Zhou Weiguo never thought that death would be so close to him.

I don't know why, at this time, his father recalled Zhou's father's exhortation, "When the Japanese pirates are gone, my son will return home!"

From the moment he stepped on the battlefield, he was ready to die on the battlefield, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

In a daze, the treasure-like girl appeared in his mind again, the girl who loved him deeply.

"Xiaoya, wait for me, your Ah Tu is here..."

([-]rd update today~)

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