"Hahaha! The Japanese devils, grandpa is here to send you on their way."

Lao Mo laughed loudly, and his heroic and unruly laughter was filled with an indescribable pleasure!

He didn't kill countless people, but this was the first time he killed the Japanese.

It can be said that people like Lao Mo do not have any sense of national honor.

He is a killer who relies on killing to make a living.

He ignores life, and even more so.

In his eyes, there is no difference between the Japanese killing people and their killing people.

But for some reason, after the murderous act was launched today, he actually felt that he was young again and returned to that unruly era.

He will die after today, but he is not afraid or even excited.

Lao Mo's body was as lightning as lightning. The moment the Japanese looked at him, he was already approaching.

The dagger in his right hand was like a silver snake, avoiding the Japanese's blocking at a tricky angle, and stabbed the Japanese's lower abdomen accurately and quickly.

The Japanese didn't have time to react, and felt a flash in front of him, then he felt a pain in his abdomen. He looked down and saw that his abdomen had been pierced by a dagger.

The Japanese around were frightened by the sudden change, but they quickly reacted and picked up their weapons and stabbed Lao Mo.

However, Lao Mo had already expected all this. He flexibly avoided the assassination of two Japanese soldiers, and while rolling forward to avoid the assassination of Japanese soldiers, he cut a knife on the ankle of a Japanese.

This knife directly cut off the Japanese's tendons, and the Japanese instantly screamed and lay on the ground.

Lao Mo originally planned to go up and make a break, but unfortunately, the Japanese were well-trained, and the Type 38 rifle in their hands was like a bone-attached gangrene.

Lao Mo used his left hand to block the Japanese bayonet, and then turned right, pressing the Japanese's Type 38 rifle. With just a 360-degree turn, his dagger appeared at the Japanese neck.

puff!

The blood was thrown away, and the Japanese didn't even scream, so they covered their necks and fell down with difficulty.

"Hahaha!"

He killed two Japanese in a row and injured one, and Lao Mo laughed.

Because he is worth enough, he will earn it if he kills it again.

But at the same time, the Japanese were completely angered by Lao Mo.

A Japanese officer even roared and slashed at Lao Mo with a knife.

Old Mo turned sideways slightly, avoiding the fatal blow in a dangerous posture, and at the same time, he stabbed his backhand deeply into the Japanese abdomen.

Although this Japanese officer is brave, he is not comparable to a killer of Lao Mo's level.

And at this time, this is a head-on battle. If Lao Mo assassinated, it would definitely be much easier than this.

The Japanese officer screamed, his face pale in an instant, he knelt on the ground while covering his abdomen, twisting his body in pain.

Seeing this, another Japanese man hurriedly raised his gun to shoot.

Yu Mang, at the corner of Lao Mo's eyes, discovered the Japanese, and he rolled flexibly and cleverly avoided the whistling bullets.

He jumped up with the flow, and the dagger in his hand once again cut across the Japanese's neck like a silver craftsman.

The Japanese retreated in horror, but it was too late.

A flash of blood flashed, and a stream of blood spurted out from the Japanese neck, and then fell heavily to the ground, then twitched a few times and then stopped moving.

But at the same time, more Japanese soldiers surrounded them, and this life-and-death killing became more and more intense.

Old Mo held a pair of daggers in his hand, his body movement was like a ghost. He advanced left and right among the Japanese, making it elusive. He avoided the Japanese assassination several times and then launched a counterattack.

Lao Mo is very lethal to the Japanese, but the number of Japanese soldiers is dozens of times that of his.

Lao Mo had only one person, but there were more than fifty Japanese soldiers, and more Japanese soldiers were rushing to support him.

Wang Ke took Xiaoyu and others to take the opportunity to escape, but he didn't want a seven-man Japanese team on the other side to come to support him and blocked him directly.

Wang Ke tried to fight the Japanese with a gun and fought desperately out of the siege, but ended up being shot in the arm and was sent back by the Japanese.

If the Japanese hadn't wanted to catch the alive, Wang Ke would have been a dead person at this time.

At the same time, Lao Mo was also injured. He was shot by a Japanese bayonet under his ribs, causing at least about three inches of wounds.

The wound was not very deep, but it was bleeding all the time, which affected Lao Mo's movements.

So Lao Mo is also in danger and has no chance to come to rescue him.

At this time, Lao Mo could only sigh that his luck was aroused. One step was only one step away, and Wang Ke and others could break out.

But I didn't expect that at this moment, a smiling young man suddenly walked out of the entrance of the alley.

He stood behind the Japanese and smiled and shouted: "Hey!"

The Japanese who were fighting turned around, but at this time, they were greeted by bullets.

Two wrench guns, each carrying 20 rounds.

Bullets flew out of the muzzle, and took the trajectory of fate, shot into the Japanese body one by one, as if destined.

Lao Mo took the opportunity to hide aside. Although he didn't know who the other party was, he didn't want to be buried with the Japanese.

Hide behind a telephone pole on the side of the road, Lao Mo was shocked. Four Japanese devils were actually beaten by the other party alone.

After some Japanese were shot, the other Japanese were not fools. Some of them picked up bayonets and wanted to rush forward to fight with each other, while some Japanese were putting bullets into the gun.

The Japanese have the habit of withdrawing bullets when fighting for bayonets.

The reason is that the Japanese have extremely strong bullet penetration, and the Japanese have a long Type 38 rifle. When assassinating an opponent with a gun, there is a high probability that they will accidentally touch the trigger, which will cause fire to hurt their own people.

Therefore, the Japanese did not believe in Bushido's Busing Badges to Exit Bus, but they had no choice but to blame them. If they wanted to blame, they could only blame the designer of the Type 38 rifle. Why did they not consider the issue of the rifle fire when designing a gun?

Of course, this is all a story. At this time, the Japanese saw that their opponents were not good at martial arts and fired bullets into them, and they also pressed bullets into the gun.

It's just a pity that their opponents did not intend to give them this opportunity. And he only shot each Japanese.

At this time, the Japanese were either shot in the head or in the chest, and even if they didn't die, they would be seriously injured.

So there is no need for a second shot.

What's more, this time, Dragon Boat Festival is here to save people, not kill the Japanese.

So if there is a devil who is not dead, it will only mean that he is lucky.

Yes, what suddenly came out at this time was not someone else's Dragon Boat Festival.

After learning about the Japanese’s plan, why didn’t you come and take a look?

So he took action in time, otherwise Lao Mo, Wang Ke and others would have to explain it here today.
Chapter completed!