"Bagayalu, why did the person die?"
When the Japanese arrived with their men, Duanwu had already left. At the door is the corpse of the Japanese, and translator Sun is lying inside the house.
The Japanese army officer was furious, and seven or eight Japanese soldiers also raised their guns and pointed them at everyone, with the possibility of shooting at any time.
At this moment, Fatty Liu said quickly: "Taijun, don't shoot, you are a good citizen. This person was not killed by us. He was killed by a man wearing imperial uniform and speaking Chinese. We are all good people." , working for the imperial army."
The Japs Sergeant recalled that he was very satisfied with the meal he had eaten in the evening, so he waved his hand, and all the Japs behind him put down their guns.
He patted Fatty Liu on the shoulder and said, "Then why didn't you leave?"
Fatty Liu quickly apologized and replied: "The imperial army is really powerful. When we went out, they were all dead. So before we left, that man left by himself."
The Japanese Army Sergeant nodded and said approvingly: "You are good at your work, and you also speak Japanese very well. We need a translator now, do you understand?"
Fatty Liu quickly bowed and said: "I understand, I am very willing to serve the imperial army."
"Yu Xi, you are very good. Just keep an eye on them here. Don't leave this room, otherwise they will all die. Do you understand?"
"Hi!"
Fatty Liu bowed again, and the Japanese military officer left very satisfied, but this time. He didn't even leave a guard at the door. Because he believed that these people in the room were all weaklings, and they would not dare to run away even if the door was opened. What's more, there is Fatty Liu here watching, so he is very relieved.
But little did he know that Fatty Liu and others stayed here not because they were afraid of death, but because they wanted to stay and kill people.
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At the same time, Duanwu had found the separated special forces team members at the previously agreed location.
But at this time, there was only one person left, and his right hand was injured.
During the exchange of fire with the Japs, his right hand holding the gun was hit by a Japs bullet. The bullet knocked off his thumb, and his right hand could no longer fire.
But the strong warrior held the pistol with his left hand and fought his way out.
The other special operations team member was not there, and it was obvious that he could not come back.
The special forces team member said to Duanwu: "There are too many Japanese. You can retreat. I will cover you."
The soldier meant to let Duanwu go first, but as for him, he would stay here and fight to the death with the little devil.
But little did he know that the battle plan had changed, and Duanwu would stay to witness the miracle.
He turned his head and glanced from the entrance of the alley. The little devil was still looking for them everywhere. He stepped back and said: "We can't leave for the time being. We have to drag these Japs in the city. At least until the Japs have eaten tomorrow's breakfast."
"Have you eaten breakfast?"
The special forces team members were surprised, but Duanwu didn't say anything at this time. Instead, he climbed to the roof and checked the nearby terrain.
Although he used a telescope to investigate on the city wall, he was not very familiar with the terrain of Shamadian. At least when he was in the ancestral hall, he made a mistake. He asked two special forces members to make a detour. While he was attracting the attention of the Japanese, the other two would sneak up on him from behind. This would greatly reduce the time it took to kill the Japanese without being discovered by the Japanese on the wall.
But this failed due to unfamiliarity of the terrain.
Of course, the plan went smoothly, because a special operations team member jumped in from the courtyard wall, opened the door inside, and attracted the attention of the Japanese. Otherwise, without this special operations team member, this operation would most likely end in failure.
So this time, Duanwu must survey the terrain clearly before taking action, at least he must survey the nearby terrain clearly.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a small group of Japs had already come towards their location.
Duanwu saw each other, but the other party had not discovered them yet.
Duanwu signaled the wounded soldier to step on his shoulders and jump to the side yard.
But the soldier hesitated. After all, it was a group seat.
In the central military hierarchy, there is no equality between officers and soldiers. An officer is an officer, and a soldier is a soldier. Some warlord-style officers even beat and scolded their own soldiers at every turn.
That's why officers like Duanwu are so attractive to these low-level soldiers.
So when Duanwu squatted down and let him step on his shoulders, he hesitated.
"What are you doing standing still? Hurry up?"
Duanwu urged, and the soldier finally came to his senses. Hearing that the Japanese were approaching, he didn't have much time to think. He stepped on Duanwu's shoulder, pushed the wall with his left hand and climbed over.
Dragon Boat Festival followed closely behind, and the moment the little devil came over to search, the person also fell into the yard.
The Japanese ran quickly down the street in front of the yard and did not search the yard.
Of course, this was not because the kid was stupid, but because after losing his target, the kid started to pull up the net and set up defenses under the order of Fujiyama Jako. The Japanese were competing with the Dragon Boat Festival for their speed. They had to seal off the nearby area before the Dragon Boat Festival could escape, and then mobilized troops to search house to house.
But the wounded soldier didn't know this. He thought he was a Japs and went straight north, bypassing the courtyard where people could be hidden.
"Tuanzuo, let's leave while the Japanese are gone, right?"
The wounded soldier suggested, but Duanwu shook his head and said: "I have just climbed to a high place and saw that the little devils are not only searching, but guarding all the traffic arteries. When they weave this net, they will There will be house-to-house searches.”
The wounded soldier was shocked and said: "Tuanzuo, then we are in danger. Do you think this yard is so small, there is no place to hide people?"
Dragon Boat Festival looked around, and sure enough, there was indeed nowhere to hide anyone in this courtyard.
This is a very ordinary courtyard, covering an area of no more than 200 square meters. Except for three main rooms and a utility room, the yard does not exceed 80 square meters.
Hiding in such a small space is simply a fantasy.
I have also considered going indoors during the Dragon Boat Festival, but the room is so big and the Japanese will definitely find it when they search.
They must get out of here as soon as possible. At least we can't be surrounded by devils. Because once they are surrounded by the Japanese, it will definitely be a life-and-death situation for just the two of them.
Duanwu said: "We can't sit here and wait for death. Hiding here is okay for a while, but it is not a long-term solution. We have to leave here as soon as possible."
"Young man, where else can you hide except here?"
At this moment, a strange and eerie sound came from inside the house.
Dragon Boat Festival was shocked into a cold sweat because there was someone in the house! ...
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
