Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 570
"Baga, what kind of work!"

The iron chain in his hand fell off, and the Japanese soldier turned his head and cursed in horror, which became his last words. The wind rang in his ear, and there was a click. Before he could turn his head, he was already 1.3 meters short. , The blood spurted far away with a puff.

The next one was the brother whose face was swollen from being punched at the side and kept urging him, and half of his head was lost, and blood spattered again.

Daming's rule is not to look at injustice, not to get close to injustice, since he was a child, he really has never been so close to a girl's family. Those who should be high-ranking people, the three minutes that are like a pie in the sky in the eyes of the powerful, are not enough for him. It's really like being roasted on the fire. It's better to let him and fifty Japanese slaves go all out.

At this time, it was really about fifty Japanese people. This should be the guard station in the prison. Including the fifty brought back by the soldier, there were almost four or fifty people. Fortunately, Song Yongzhong was worried and rushed in. If It's really miserable to be skillfully researched by such forty or fifty beasts who have taken aphrodisiacs, at their five-second speed of real men.

If there were fifty Japanese warriors in full armor, Song Yongzhong and Qiaoyan would have to explain here, but at this time, the fifty guys were either naked or with their pants half off. It's a scene.

Holding the Nepalese scimitar hidden behind his waist, Song Yongzhong chopped off all the unresponsive Japanese around him at lightning speed, and then he had the revolver in his hand again, and the large-caliber revolver pointed at the man nestled in the room at close range. The Japanese were twitching crazily. In just 2 minutes, a dozen people were lying in a pool of blood under the spray of flames, screaming in pain.
In the movies of later generations, the samurai are not afraid of death, and they hold a big blade to study the structure of their stomachs, but in fact, samurai are also human beings, and they are also afraid of death, and their loyalty is quite cheap. Said that they are loyal to rice, in such a bloody situation, the guys with bare buttocks condemned me for taking off his pants, you just show me this bad behavior, and immediately launched the naked pig running movement, shaking the little pussy in the crotch Brother rushed out.

"Are you okay?"

Instead of chasing him, Song Yongzhong turned around eagerly and shouted at Qiaoyan.There was a blade hidden in the sleeve, and taking advantage of Song Yongzhong's killing skills, Qiao Yan also liberated himself, but seeing Song Yongzhong's somewhat disturbed eyes, the eldest lady smiled slyly.

"Go out and settle accounts with you!"

At the gate, the guards next to the gates were all stabbed with bayonets. On both sides, unexplained Japanese warriors rushed out of the barracks frantically, but were blown back by several grenades. The soldiers in the left and right barracks were all beaten.

The gate didn't come down at all, Qian Yangwu outside, Little William and the others also rushed in. Before the defenders could react, some people controlled the situation, and the rest all jumped into the cells below, opening the gates one by one. The machete cut open.

"We are under Marshal Song's command, let's go!"

These days, being caught Ming people is really miserably abused. Seeing that there is an escape route, men, women, old and young are supporting each other, terrified like frightened rabbits, fleeing one after another, it is useless Zheng Sen and the others How many hearts, shouting all the way, in just a few minutes, the remaining [-] people who were alive ran out of the gate one after another.

"hurry up!

Zheng Sen has been at the door, pushing and shoving the crowd to leave quickly. While urging, two Japanese men finally jumped out from the window of the smoky left barracks, rushed over with their samurai swords in their hands, cursed secretly, and held up the sword, Zheng Sen He slashed over while spinning, and with a few clicks, the two dwarfs spattered blood.Looking back, there were very few people running this time, and Song Yongzhong, Qiaoyan who rushed to the front, climbed up from the bottom of the dungeon with his support.

"Brother Song, you take the people and go first, I will cover!"

At this time, there was no time to be polite, so he nodded, and Song Yongzhong and Qiao Yan also chased into the crowd, watching more and more Japanese warriors wake up from the panic state and emerge, Zheng Sen anxiously said that he was still standing. The subordinates under the suppressed firepower at the head of the city shouted: "Withdraw! Go!"

A few grenades were hung on the chains of the gates on both sides, and he turned around to criticize the screaming guy. Zheng Sen just turned his head and ran, but just halfway up the slope, a soldier of the selection front suddenly turned his head and pointed anxiously. He wrote: "Mr. Zheng, there are still people!"

"Wait for us!"

Wailing, a Ming woman holding a child and supporting an old man ran out of the dungeon in panic, followed by a scholar who was staggering with a bundle, and ran towards the gate in panic. Behind them, dozens of A Japanese samurai held up his samurai sword and chased him ferociously like a zombie. Seeing this scene, the soldiers of the forward selection army were a little at a loss.

"go!"

Without a single pause at all, Zheng Sen rolled down the slope like a gourd that was in a daze and pushed the remaining few people. Zheng Sen ran down the slope in three steps and two steps, and immediately pulled back The lead wires of the grenade at both ends, amidst the desperate screams, there were two loud bangs one after another, and the heavy Japanese gate closed the prison tightly again with a bang.

This choice was indeed correct. The distance between the four women could no longer be covered. If they procrastinated any longer, they might make it up for themselves. However, with such a cruel and decisive judgment, the eyes of several people looking at Zheng Sen were a little different.

"What are you still doing in a daze, waiting for those Japanese dogs to come to you to admire the chrysanthemums!"

Looking back at the samurai holding Japanese swords and screaming with bows and arrows on the top of the city, Zheng Sen yelled loudly, and was shocked suddenly. Several people followed him and quickly disappeared into the night.

Although there was an accident, tonight was surprisingly smooth. A few people lost along the way were not counted as losses. The remaining 780 hostages were all rescued. When Zheng Sen and the others came back, the soldiers guarding the boat heaved a sigh of relief.

"Get on board!"

Amidst the chaotic roars again, these Ming people who were still in shock were stuffed into the boat one after another and sent to the sea.

"It's all right!"

"It's okay, but the little dog is unlucky, he was shot by the Japanese dog!"

"Don't worry, these Japanese dogs are very trash, hiss~ I can't die!"

It was exciting enough tonight. When we got together, the big guys got out of the tension and laughed at each other excitedly. Even the unlucky guy who got the gunshot wound stood up and followed to be a hero. Seeing that he clearly Grinning in pain, Qiaoyan shook his head helplessly, leaned down, tore off a piece of silk from the hem of his clothes, grabbed the boy, and wrapped up the wound while screaming.

There was a lot of blood stains on his hands, after the wounded were placed, the delivery was still a third short, and he bent down, Qiaoyan wanted to wash it in the sea water, and just put his hand into the cold water, suddenly there was a loud noise behind him. With heavy steps, turning around curiously, it was Song Yongzhong with a difficult and heavy face, he was hesitant to speak but stopped beside her.

"What? Our Song army leader was also shot, dying? This expression!"

Wiping the blood stains vigorously, a sweet smile appeared on Qiaoyan's delicate face, and he began to joke when he smiled, but Song Yongzhong heard the beauty's words, as if the horn urging him to charge in the rain of bullets, bit the bullet, He said with difficulty.

"Miss Qiaoyan, what happened just now, I..."

"Okay, I know you're here to save me, so I don't blame you!"

"Oh, that's right!" Suddenly he slapped his head, and in Song Yongzhong's panic, Qiaoyan laughed and joked again: "I will never tell Yu'er, so you can rest assured now?"

"I, that, thank you Miss Qiaoyan!"

As if relieved from a heavy burden, Song Yongzhong bowed heavily, and immediately scratched his head honestly, ran to follow the resettlement refugees on board, looking at his back, Qiaoyan's smile was restrained, and turned into a complex expression .

"Hey, someone else's idiot!"

…………

The oars made a rattling sound in the sea, and there were only a hundred refugees and more than 60 soldiers left. Everyone felt relieved, but at this moment, a cry of shock and anger sounded on the seashore.

"What, run away!"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

Furious, Zheng Sen grabbed the collar of a soldier from the First Division of his station fiercely, and roared angrily. The roar attracted Qiao Yan and Song Yongzhong to him.

"What happened?"

Full of surprise, Qiao Yan opened his mouth to ask, but Zheng Sen's expression became more and more gloomy, and he suddenly threw the soldiers aside, and replied gloomyly: "The bastard surnamed Zhu ran away!"

"Wai Zhu, how is it possible? Where can he go at this time?"

"Everyone is a wise person, he probably won't betray us!"

Qiao Yan shook his head in disbelief, Song Yongzhong also lowered his face gloomyly, and said with some uncertainty, Zheng Sen snorted coldly when he heard this.

"He's already betrayed!"

In the night, at some point, a fire dragon came suddenly from the west, and it seemed that the unique arrogance and disgust of the Japanese language could be faintly heard. This end, people haven't finished talking yet.

After being silent for half a minute, he stretched out his hand to grab a bayonet and firecracker. Gan Yangwu, the person in charge of Jiaduobao here, clasped his fists heavily at Zheng Sen: "Mr. Take everyone away first!"

"Uncle Gan, you!"

"Don't worry, Miss Qiaoyan, I'll come as soon as I go!"

After all, after getting along for such a long time, Qiaoyan tugged at his sleeve complicatedly, but the veteran in his 40s smiled casually, pulled her hand away, and followed closely, the scar-faced man he met in the tunnel was also dissatisfied. Passing a firecracker, he shouted after him.

"Old Xu, how can you forget brother about this kind of thing!"

When death was approaching, some people knelt timidly, but some people went to death talking and laughing. Seeing a few veterans rushing towards the fire with a guy as if they were drinking together, Qiaoyan felt his legs go weak With a staggering step, Song Yongzhong stretched out his hand to support her shoulder, and looked at her solemnly.

Messy gunshots exploded in the night, and the last few people also stepped onto the boat and rowed into the sea.

(End of this chapter)