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Chapter 98 Rage

In the snow, one after another footprints suddenly appeared, the footprints were about 18 centimeters in size, and they were plum blossom piles.

Kentaro Kawachi tightly held the rifle in his hand, staring at the row of footprints, not daring to move.

He is the team leader of this team, but now, he is the only one left.

Beside him, the bodies of 12 teammates were scattered nearby, all with their throats shredded and suffocated to death.

They stared wide-eyed, as if they had experienced some kind of great fear during their lifetime, and even when they died, they couldn't close their eyes.

With the icy mountain wind blowing on him, he could feel that he was waiting to die.

He was the only one left.

"What the hell are you!"

Finally, Kawachi Kentaro could no longer suppress the fear in his heart, and roared towards the white figure in front of him.

He couldn't hit it at all, even though he had aimed his gun at the phantom in front of him, he knew in his heart that the speed of this phantom was faster than he imagined.

When the teammates were still alive, they shot at it, but no matter what, they couldn't hit it. The speed of the white figure was incredible. With their reaction, they couldn't hurt it at all, let alone, he was the only one left now. people.

As if he understood what he said before he died, a deep roar sounded.

In the snow, the white figure began to gradually change at this moment.

First the limbs, then the torso, and finally, a ferocious head the size of a washbasin.

The head had already reached his neck, and it opened its bloody mouth.

There was a fiery breath on his face, but at this moment Kentaro Kawachi felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He saw his own reflection in those cold eyes.

In the reflection, his face was pale, holding a rifle, motionless like an ice sculpture.

That was the last figure before his death. Then, he felt a sore throat and stagnant breathing. He opened his eyes wide and wanted to open his mouth to breathe, but the oxygen that he could easily inhale before was completely cut off. He couldn't help but want to reach out and hold it. His own throat, but his limbs had no strength at this moment.

In the end, like all his teammates before him, he stared wide-eyed at the gray sky and fell into the snow.

After killing the last Japanese soldier, listening to the hurried footsteps in the wind, Lu Yao jumped up and left the place.

Although he was trying his best to minimize the noise, he still couldn't kill everyone silently,

So, leave now.

Glancing at the crowd who were already looming in the wind and snow, as well as the bursts of cheers, Lu Yao's body turned into a piece of snow-white again and disappeared in place.

Not long after Lu Yao left, a small team of hundreds of Japanese soldiers came here in a hurry. When they saw the dead bodies on the snow, it was the cruelest battle they had ever experienced. Their hearts tightened violently.

A whole patrol team stared at the sky, staring at the sky.

There were scattered bullet casings and bloodstains everywhere on the ground, and the mountain god that killed them had long since disappeared.

"We will not be its opponent."

"All dead, all dead!"

"They all had their throats bitten off by the mountain god."

A few soldiers with weak mental endurance finally couldn't bear it anymore, broke down and screamed, some soldiers just felt their stomachs churning and vomited out.

Not long after, Mr. Sakata also arrived here under the escort of a group of soldiers.

He stared closely at the fallen soldiers, his face livid.

It was like this again, even the shadow of the mountain god was not found.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Bury them well." He turned and left.

He needs to think carefully about how to deal with this mountain god.

Back at the camp, Chief Sakata calmed down and looked at the defense map quietly.

This defense is actually very simple, and it is very easy to defend against the charge of the group army, and even, if it is commanded properly, it can also carry out defensive counterattacks.

But the problem is that what he is facing is not a group army, but a big tiger named Shanshen.

He became a little impatient, thinking that by entering the mountain forest, relying on a large number of people, he would be able to drive the big tiger out, and then relying on the superiority of numbers, he would directly wipe it out.

Sakata Osamu thought so at first.

Although he said that the big tiger is a mountain god, he has never regarded that big tiger as a mountain god, but as a beast with some special abilities.

But the dead patrol squad once again sounded the alarm for him.

This mountain god is very cunning, he never confronts his large troops head-to-head, he only finds the right opportunity to attack small groups of soldiers.

The 4 soldiers who died when entering the mountain before, plus the entire patrol unit that was killed now, more than ten people have been killed in his troops.

For an alliance with more than 3000 people, this death rate is not very high, and can even be completely ignored.

But the problem is, the other party is alone.

No, it's a tiger.

He mobilized his troops to bring out all the people from the entire station, but until now, he had killed more than a dozen people without even seeing the big tiger.

"Cowardly mountain god!"

Sakata Osamu gritted his teeth and cursed, for a moment he regretted his impulsive decision.

If he had known that this big tiger was so difficult to deal with, he should have been more cautious.

But thinking that his opponent was just a tiger, he believed that no matter who it was, he would not really take this matter to heart.

Now comes the trouble.

Continue to divide the troops to search for the traces of the tiger, and his subordinates will definitely be defeated by the tiger one by one, but if the troops are not divided, the tiger will obviously not launch another attack on the large army that has been prepared.

For a while, Sakata Dazuo was caught in a dilemma.

He suddenly discovered that no matter how many people there are, it is difficult to deal with a big tiger in the mountains.

"Hahaha, the mountain god will kill all of you!"

"Master Sakata, your retribution has come."

Outside the tent, the people who were resting had already found the dead Japanese soldiers. They were driven by a group of people, and they were digging a big hole in an open space.

Although the corpses were tightly wrapped in white cloths, these North Koreans knew exactly what the white cloths were covering.

Thinking that all the dead were Japanese, they felt full of strength when they dug the hole.

Sakata Dazuo's heart just calmed down, instantly became furious, and immediately stood up from his seat.

Walking out of the tent, he glanced at the busy North Koreans, and said coldly: "Since it is your mountain god, then killing you should be able to force it out?"

"Drive all these people to the gate in front of the camp."

After speaking, Mr. Sakata waved his hand, turned around and left.

And those North Koreans who were originally excited, changed their expressions after hearing what Sakata Dazuo said.

(End of this chapter)