Yataro Yagyu held up the knife, smiled strangely, and looked at Dong Jinbao: "Go on, I will chop you 100 times and then take your life."
"What did this grandson say?" Dong Jinbao asked.
Ji Wushuang translated.
"Translate for me and tell this kid that with just one knife, I can kill him."
Yataro Yagyu laughed even louder after hearing the translation, "Brother, do you hear that?"
"Chinese people are stupid pigs. They can't see clearly the situation in front of them, so they become arrogant. Otherwise, they wouldn't lose the three eastern provinces and wouldn't even fart."
Of course Dong Jinbao couldn't understand Yataro's words, but he could get an idea from his contemptuous smile.
Without Ji Wushuang's translation, Dong Jinbao killed him directly.
What does fate mean?
At this time, Dong Jinbao also became angry and directly used his desperate methods on the battlefield.
Taking advantage of his rough skin and thick flesh, Dong Jinbao desperately wanted to get close.
But Yataro seems to be a master of swordsmanship. No matter how Dong Jinbao charges, he can keep an arm and samurai sword distance from Dong Jinbao.
Dong Jinbao shouted in frustration, "Coward, come here and risk your life! Hiding so far away, I'm so damn afraid of death!"
There were a few more wounds on his body, and half of his clothes were stained red.
"Already nineteen knives, and there are still 81 knives left!"
Yataro teased Dong Jinbao. Dong Jinbao shook his head and gritted his teeth to bear the pain. This was the first time he had suffered such a serious injury since he was a soldier.
"You guys should go quickly!" Dong Jinbao urged.
"We can't leave!" Tian Xue said, because in just a moment, two more Japanese soldiers appeared, and they helped Yajiro block the retreat of several people.
Ji Wushuang was very angry, picked up the remaining half bag of popcorn and threw it away.
Yataro Yagyu scornfully picked it up with the tip of his knife, and the bag containing popcorn was cut in half.
Countless popcorn fell, crackling, and confusing his vision.
Ryusei Yataro frowned and saw a figure rushing towards him.
Then he felt wind blowing under his ribs, so he secretly thought something was wrong and hurriedly turned to avoid it, but he was still stabbed by Dong Jinbao's dagger.
The injury wasn't serious, just a little scratch.
"Baga, you lowly Chinese woman, I will chop off this fat man's head right now, and then I will hold you down and let you look at his head and enjoy the supreme fear."
Yataro screamed because he was injured and struck Dong Jinbao with his katana again.
It was just for fun, to tease an opponent, and Dong Jinbao's injury was just a superficial injury.
This time he was injured, so he decided not to hold back any longer. He wanted to kill this obtrusive fat man directly. He would quickly chop him to death so that he could enjoy a few women.
In just two rounds, the dagger in Dong Jinbao's hand was knocked away and he was stabbed hard in the stomach. If it weren't for the thick fat on his belly, Dong Jinbao estimated that the knife just now would have disemboweled him directly.
Without the dagger, Dong Jinbao's disadvantage became even more obvious, and there were still more than a dozen stab wounds of various sizes on his body.
After two rounds of fighting again, he was kicked to the ground by Yataro. Then Yataro raised his katana and prepared to kill Dong Jinbao.
Seeing that Dong Jinbao was about to die on the spot, several girls subconsciously closed their eyes.
"clang!"
A bullet silently hit Yataro's slashing knife, making a crisp sound.
The blade also changed its course due to the bullet's firing and struck the ground.
Dong Jinbao, who had saved his life, immediately rolled aside like a lazy donkey and stood up.
"Bah!" He spat out bloody spit and looked at Yajiro in front of him again.
"Who!" Yataro shouted loudly.
"Me! A Japanese reporter with a sense of justice." A voice came from the distance, speaking Japanese with a big accent.
A reporter, or a Japanese reporter.
This is not a good thing for the devils who have done many evil things in China.
Because as long as their evil deeds are exposed a little, their good reputation in the country will be completely destroyed.
Because it was a shooting, the two military policemen who were helping the tiger immediately raised their guns in a defensive state.
As the figure approached, Yajiro Yagyu discovered that the person who had just shot was a bald man, wearing similar clothes to himself, and also carrying a knife.
"Baga, was it yours that fired the gun?" Yataro shouted angrily at Xu San.
"No!" Xu San did not admit it.
"Who is that?" Yataro continued to yell.
"Guess!" Xu San said with a sneer.
"Baga, you dare to play tricks on me? I tell you not to meddle in other people's business, or I will chop you down too."
Xu San pointed at Ji Wushuang with a cold face: "She is my student, do you want me to care about her?" After saying that, he threw a grenade to Ji Wushuang, "Can this thing be used?"
Ji Wushuang nodded, "I know how to use it, I know how to use it!"
Yataro looked at Ji Wushuang's grenade, his eyes twitched, and he thought to himself, you are such a naughty teacher, you just give your students a grenade for self-defense.
"Okay, you can take your students away, but the other two women must stay!"
Seeing the grenade, Yajiro was also afraid. After all, when people are desperate, the first thing they think of is to die together.
Xu San ignored him, but took out another grenade and threw it to Tian Xue.
The corner of Tian Xue's mouth twitched, she caught the grenade and took a look, it was real.
A Japanese soldier asked: "Who are you?"
"This is Asahi Shimbun reporter Edogawa Kawanan." Xu San answered in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.
This time it was the Japs' turn to be confused. Reporters and the others had seen this a lot, but this was the first time they saw reporters wandering around with knives and grenades at night.
But his fluent Japanese with a strong accent doesn't make him look suspicious.
As for the Asahi Shimbun, they all know that it is a large-scale newspaper that ranks first in Japan.
This kind of newspaper reporter can be said to be elusive.
The invisible thinking of a few Japanese soldiers gave Xu Sanping an invisible halo.
"Why don't you go home so late?" asked a Japanese soldier.
"Baga, it's not like you're investigating some assassin. I haven't finished watching the movie about labor and capital, and the rickshaw can't be found!"
Xu San's current momentum is too strong, and the identity of the Asahi Shimbun reporter is scary enough, so their obedient nature explodes.
Yataro Yagyu also seemed to be shocked by Xu San's momentum, but his sperm got up and he stared at Xu San unwillingly, gritting his teeth: "There is one more, I must keep it!"
Xu San glared: "If you don't stay, both of them are mine! As for you, just find a tree hole and deal with it yourself."
"Baga!" Yataro Yagyu immediately raised his knife and was about to kill someone.
But he didn't cut off the hand holding the knife, because Xu San drew his gun.
Seeing Xu San pull out a gun, the other two Japs immediately pointed their guns at Xu San.
"Baga, you actually used a gun. Where is your bushido spirit?"
Xu San smiled, squinted, and looked at Yataro with contempt, "Bushido? Are you worthy of talking to me about Bushido? You just pointed your sword at an unarmed girl."
"Baga, she is a Chinese, a low-level Chinese!" Yataro yelled unwillingly. Although he was very close to Xu San, he was not sure that he could get past the bullet faster.
Xu San felt very unhappy when he heard this. It turned out that he was afraid of trouble and thought that he could just get over to the simple lake.
As a result, this kid opened his mouth to speak to others, and closed his mouth to speak to others, which made Xu San murderous.
"What's your name?" Xu San asked.
"Yataro Yagyu!"
