Chen Jiashen's convoy stayed in Huihu Town for half an hour before continuing. While Chen Jiashen was having dinner, Miyamoto and Akamatsu led more than 2o of agents to piece together, "aspiring young people" in the village soldiers and Japanese rubber gardens, hiding 3 kilometers away from the town. While waiting, they bite the rice dumplings they carried with them to solve their stomach problems.

Fortunately, the anxious wait did not last long. When an agent in charge of surveillance climbed down from the tree to inform Chen that the convoy was starting, Miyamoto jumped on his car excitedly, stood on the pedal and grabbed the door handle, poked his body back "extremely casually" and made a forward gesture to the twelve long convoys behind. The vehicles started one by one. Akamatsu, who was at the last position, happened to see Miyamoto's "performance", and retracted his head and spat in anger. "Haga! Miyamoto's stinky pig."

The driving Suzuki Nanichi was Akamatsu's confidant. He knew why Akamatsu was unhappy and did not win the position of Commander No. 1 for his boss. He expressed deep sympathy and began to persuade him.

"Enough! Suzuki Jun!" Akamatsu glared at Suzuki beside him angrily, interrupting Suzuki's sympathy, "You idiot, your credit was taken away by Miyamoto. I'm unlucky, you won't be much better. His people will follow the chickens and dogs to heaven, and my people will share some leftovers. This is the end, your idiot!"

"Hay!" Suzuki Nanichi was a cruel agent who had been born and died for Akatsumatsu. The two had a deep friendship. Akatsumatsu's angry confession caused him to fall into "deep thoughts".

Suzuki said to herself, "This world is full of accidents every day, right?"

"What? What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly." Akatsuki turned his face and stared at Suzuki's side face again.

Suzuki looked ahead with a expressionless face, "I said, there are accidents in the world every day. If the owner of Kujokun hadn't had a heart attack two years ago, I'm afraid Akamatsu wouldn't be promoted soon. Am I right?"

Akamatsu's eyes suddenly shone fiercely. After thinking for a while, he shook his head, "Miyamoto will not have a sudden heart attack, I understand your kindness."

"Really?" Suzuki glanced at Akatsuki with his eyes slanted.

Chisong did not answer, so he simply closed his eyes and said nothing.

The convoy rumbled across the town. Two restaurant waiters on the streets of the town went out together, standing on the side of the road, waving towels and shouting to invite "customers" to park for dinner. A wave of authentic call-up sounds floated into Miyamoto's ears, Baga! They are all restaurants run by annoying Chinese, and Chinese people are everywhere like pigs.

The car rushed by and a few Japanese curses came. The waiters immediately stopped and ate the exhaust gas after watching the convoy gradually moving away, jumping and cursing, "****! Japanese pig, I'm not serving you yet!"

"Wow! Dear you, Japanese old wood!"

The two Chinese hotels that were usually competitive and fought hard, then they started to curse the convoys that were far away. After scolding each other, they looked at each other and smiled. The atmosphere of hatred of the enemy had not yet been eliminated. Then they started to "interact" with each other for the question of whom the timber merchant Boss Li went to.

Miyamoto in the front car was getting more and more depressed. The people in front were gradually becoming less crowded. After a hour of speeding, he entered the logging passage in the vast primeval forest. He could no longer see a figure. It was a good time for the wind and the moon to kill money. But... but... my mother's convoy was unable to catch up with the convoy in front of him. His convoy was originally only 3 kilometers away from Chen Jiashen's convoy in front of him, but now it has been widened to 4 kilometers. Miyamoto slapped the platform in front of the seat.

Toyota truck, 78 horsepower. Miyamoto's fleet is all this model. Although he is in Nanyang, purchasing domestic products to support domestic products is the creed in the hearts of every Japanese. However, at a critical moment, domestic products fell out and could not catch up with Ford's latest high-horsepower truck from Chen's company.

"Damn it!" Miyamoto took a picture of the front desk again.

At the maximum horsepower output, the car roared and squirted out a stream of black smoke like a stinky butt, and struggled and twisted. Fortunately, the Chen company's convoy left clear ruts, and Miyamoto also knew that such a small road had an end, and it was just an old road that had been abandoned for a long time to drag wood. The map they drew last year had already clearly marked it. Miyamoto was not afraid that Chen Jiashen's car would be fast, and he could fly into the sky no matter how fast he was?

Miyamoto took out the map and compared the surrounding terrain, he judged that about 10 kilometers was the end of the road. He felt a little relieved. What's the use of running fast? He must stop. By then, hehe!

5 kilometers away from the end, the straight road suddenly turned a corner to the south, and Ma Qian'an commanded five cars to stop. This location was exactly the place he had stepped on the day before yesterday. From 20 kilometers north of here is the preset battlefield, a place of death. The task now is to attract all the guys following behind his butt.

Ma Qian'an just jumped out of the car. Zhang Yi, who had been hiding for a long time, rushed forward and greeted him, "Instructor Zhan, the third team of Zhuang Ding team has been ambushed, and I guarantee to take down the Japanese left-behind personnel."

Ma Qian'an's plan is to use the force of Zhuang Ding team 60 people to deal with the remaining personnel of the Japanese convoy, which has been confirmed long ago.

Ma Qian'an quickly glanced at Zhang Yi and reminded him: "Don't make sure you are going to smash a pit when a soldier speaks, do you know?"

"I understand! I promise!" Zhang Yi raised his head stubbornly and refused to give in.

"Okay, if the other party stays for more than 30 people, you are not allowed to attack. You just need to bury a few mines on their retreat and wait for us to come back to solve the problem."

"I'm not afraid of 6o people." Zhang Yi curled her lips dissatisfied.

A few whistles came from the tallest tree more than ten meters away. The clear whistle interrupted Ma Qian'an and Zhang Yi's continued conversation. The whistle conveyed the meaning: the enemy convoy was 3 kilometers away.

Ma Qian'an made a gesture to Zhang Yi and ordered him to act strictly according to the plan. He was really worried about Zhuang Ding's team. If they faced more than 30 enemies, even if they won, they would not achieve the goal of annihilation. Moreover, if they could not win the battle, they would be captured by the enemy and captured, this would not be a good result.

"Chen Jiashen" directed a group of bodyguards from the jungle crocodile security company who jumped out of the car and began to kick and walk into the jungle. The bodyguards didn't know that there was a Japanese chasing behind them, but they still felt something from Chen Jiashen's anxious face and urgent movements.

This "Chen Jiashen" is fake. How could Ma Qian'an let the real protagonist take risks? Liu Qingyuan finally chose the right direction to make a great contribution under Ma Qian'an's "power".

Ma Qian'an whispered a few words to Liu Qingyuan. Liu Qingyuan walked a few steps and whispered a few words to Chen Huang who was commanding the bodyguard. Chen Huang looked at Ma Qian'an in surprise, and Ma Qian'an nodded to him.

"Look north, go north! One by one, follow one, hurry up! The Japanese are coming, it will be bad for the boss!" Chen Huang was instructed by Ma Qian'an, and Liang opened his voice to inform the bodyguards who didn't know the details of the "shocking news".

Several engineers who were brought to "brand" were thrown to Zhang Yi by Ma Qian'an. Taking these weak-physical people is a burden, so it would be better to ask Zhang Yi to arrange a hidden place for them.

There are more than 40 bodyguards, all of whom have recently entered the Jungle Crocodile Company. After professionals checked their ancestors for three generations, they tested their pistol skills and carefully selected them. Based on the principles of trust and ethnic group, this group of people are all Chinese.

After a brief surprise, the bodyguards quickly calmed down and surrounded the "boss" Liu Qingyuan and began to move forward quickly north. A bodyguard team leader found Liu Qingyuan and asked to stay and block the Japanese so as to cover the boss to escape.

Liu Qingyuan didn't look back, and his footsteps were as fast as he took. Ma Qian'an next to him glared at the "brave" bodyguard team leader, and sternly refused his request in an unquestionable tone. Joke, it took so much effort to bring the Japanese into the siege. Wouldn't you be alerted to the enemy if you block it? How many can you kill?

"Quick! Hurry!" Ma Qian'an kept urging the team to advance. This road passed by Ma Qian'an. He knew where the shrubs were thin, where the trees were high, and where the forest was dense and difficult to pass. After walking not far, the guide sent by Han Manjiang and Zheng Hanxiang to welcome Ma Qian'an. Ma Qian'an handed over the task of leading the team to the guide. He landed behind and urged the bodyguards who fell behind. His loud voice echoed in the dense forest. "Hurry up, little lazy donkey, are you not young people? Are you not masters? Look at your boss, you run like a flying ground. Can you still run away from him? Is it embarrassing to lose?"

When Liu Qingyuan heard Ma Qian'an joking about the bodyguards behind, he turned his head and smiled proudly and mysteriously, and pulled up a guy who fell to the ground, and asked "kindly": "Did you hear it? Your assistant Zhan wants you to learn from me."

The power of role models is infinite. The bodyguards saw that the protected object was crawling into the rainforest faster than they did. He was an old man over 60 years old, and in shame, he struggled to move forward.

After passing three huge bright red flowers with a diameter of one meter, Ma Qian'an knew that he had traveled about a kilometer. He looked at the watch and it took only about 8 minutes. According to this degree, he would definitely be able to arrive at the ambush before 5 o'clock, and he felt a little relieved.

The three giant red flowers are references that Ma Qian'an specifically paid attention to, but the bodyguards who passed by these giant flowers obviously did not like the strong rotten smell they emitted, and they covered their noses one by one.

Miyamoto's convoy finally arrived at the parking spot of the Chen Convoy, and the head of the car that had a sharp turn hit the rear of the last car of the Chen Convoy parked at the corner of the highway.

With a bang, Miyamoto was not as good as he was in defense and his head hit the front windshield. Fortunately, the road was not good, and the turn was slow, Miyamoto only got a slight concussion.

However, the sudden situation still angered him. As soon as the car stopped, he did not see anyone, and Miyamoto's head buzzed.

Through the long-opened rear window glass, Miyamoto's house shouted, and several soldiers in the village rushed to jump out of the carriage, and quickly checked the Chen company's vehicle, but there was no one.

Miyamoto jumped out of the car and, at the prompt of an experienced Japanese, found the entrance to the rainforest of Chen's company personnel. A path leads to the depths of the dense forest. The weeds on the path were trampled by everyone.

Miyamoto made a quick decision, "Leave 10 people to guard the vehicle, and the rest of them come with me!"

The confidant next to him offered Miyamoto's "ancestorical treasure sword" at the right time to boost his voice. Miyamoto took the knife and pulled the handle hard. For some reason, he did not pull it. He glared at his charming confidant. Miyamoto raised the "scarlet sword" with a sheath and shouted murderously: "For Your Majesty! Follow me!"
Chapter completed!