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Nakamura nodded and waved to the crowd. "All listen. After eating and drinking enough, leave a few people on guard and rest all the others. Let's go into China in the middle of the night."

"Hi!"

All the samurai nodded and took orders. Those who ate dry food ate dry food and had a rest in an orderly way.

Doichi Nakamura, as an upper forbearance, is now lying in a makeshift tent with clenched fists.

He has been famous for Tianmen for a long time. He wanted to meet Xiao Chen for a long time, but he had no chance to see him.

This is a rare opportunity. If Xiao Chen can be killed without knowing it, his prestige will rise rapidly, and he may be promoted by zhenqianzi in the temple.

The more beautiful he thought, the more he fell asleep.

The Japanese samurai are also in a state of rest.

The tent area finally quieted down. Only five or six warriors, armed with guns and equipment, were loyal to their duties in search of patrol and did not dare to be slack.

It was getting dark and night was coming.

Because Nakamura must have taken action in the middle of the night, it is still early, and everyone is still sleeping.

In addition to a round after round of continuous patrol, there was no movement.

In the grass not far away.

There were dozens of people lying on the ground. Unexpectedly, it was the cold wind. They were all Chinese warriors.

They lie there looking at the Japanese samurai camp, thoughtful, dare not make any movement.

Cold wind put his finger on his lips and whispered, "brothers, this is the first stop for us in the Wulin to become famous in the world. We must be careful. We should also let the enemy be annihilated and fight for Mr. Xiao without being aware of it."

"Don't worry, cold boss. We are always quick at work."

Those people in the Wulin gave a cold smile and didn't take it seriously. For them, it was a piece of cake.

With that, dozens of people dispersed and surrounded the tent area.

Suddenly, a patrolling Japanese warrior yelled, "you go on, I'll go pee."

"Ouxi."

The other samurai were all laughing, watching him drift away into the grass.

Then there was a hiss.

The night wind blowing leisurely, the Japanese warrior happily let out water, whistling, very comfortable.

He didn't notice at all that he was in a tight encirclement.

"Well?"

Suddenly, he felt a trace of abnormality and looked behind him, but there was nothing.

When he looked at the front again, his eyes immediately changed, an unbelievable look.

I saw a man in black with a sword in front of him with a smile of scorn.

Whoosh!

Before the Japanese samurai came back to God, he saw a flash of cold light.

And then there was the sound of blood spraying.

Hissing

Although the movement on this side has been controlled to the minimum, the patrol soldiers still found a difference.

"What's the matter? Tanaka, go and have a look

"Hi."

Tanaka took his orders and walked cautiously into the woods, and soon made the same sound, and then there was no more.

Nani?

The rest of the Japanese warriors on patrol were puzzled, looked at each other and went to the woods.

"Why, why did the two of them fall to the ground?"

"There is a smell of blood. Go to report to the village leader."

However, just as they were preparing to return, they were still a little late.

I saw a cold wind flying in the air, the blade of the knife was waving, like lightning.

Shua Shua Shua

Then he stood on the ground, motionless as a mountain, with blood flowing on the sword, bit by bit.

Behind him, several Japanese warriors patrolling slowly fell down and died with their eyes closed.

"Well, how dare you challenge Mr. Xiao with this kind of goods? It's beyond my ability, I'm afraid

The cold wind returned to the crowd and made a gesture of "OK".

Then the crowd dispersed and surrounded the whole tent area.

Their hands were like electricity, so that many samurai were still in sleep were broken neck, died in the past.

This kind of situation is everywhere, the Japanese people are dying out rapidly.

Nakamura doichi, who is directly under the temple's true chivalrous son, has extremely keen senses. In his sleep, his nose suddenly moved, his heart tightened, and he suddenly sat up with a black face and roared, "brothers, there are enemies."

"Nani?"

In a flash, there were still more than ten Japanese warriors who were lucky not to be assassinated. When they heard the cry, they quickly sat up, smelled the strong smell of blood, and realized the seriousness of the problem.

"What the hell is going on? What about the patrolman? ""There is a smell of blood. It can't be wrong. It's not a matter of two people dying."

"Don't talk nonsense, quickly check the guns and ammunition, rush out, the future enemy will be killed."

The Japanese warriors yelled and filed out with guns.

When they came out of the tent, they were met by a bright dagger, with a little cold light, across their neck.

Before they could scream, they fell to the ground in blood, with unbelievable eyes.

"Ha ha, it's a group of little devils who can't help themselves."

The cold wind yelled, "mend the knife immediately, don't leave alive, cause unnecessary hidden danger."

"Yes, cold boss."

All the experts in the world took orders in unison.

Then, the dull sound of the blade into the meat continued to ring.

Cold wind is not idle, he is the fastest, the most murderous, his sword has been full of blood, showing dark red.

All of a sudden, he felt a threat coming from behind. His long-term sense of crisis made him understand that he had been attacked by others.

"Grandma's!"

Cold wind startled, instinctively to one side, to a rolling gourd.

Just then.

Whoosh

Just listen to a few gunshots coming, a hole on the ground, is just where I stood.

People are also shocked to turn around, only to see the village with a muffler gun, is cold smile.

"Where are you from? How could you sneak into our Japanese samurai order

"Hum."

Seeing this scene, the cold wind became angry, and his sword was like lightning, throwing at the silencing gun of Duyi in Nakamura, with the sound of the wind howling.

"Die, little devil!"

Whoosh!

As soon as Nakamura was about to shoot, he saw the knife approaching.

Caught off guard, the silencing gun fell to the ground.

Shua!

As he dodged, he drew out his sword from his waist. He couldn't move the wind and the water couldn't pour in. He laughed wildly, "where are the thieves? How dare you ignore our Japanese warriors

"Ha ha."

Cold wind bitter smile, stride toward the village a walk, disdainful smile, "boy, don't delay me too much time, let's make a quick decision."