The night was dark, and Lao Wang, Mrs. Zhang and others were like frightened birds, fleeing in a hurry in the woods.

The sound of chasing behind him was getting closer and closer, and the heartbeats of several female members of the Zhang family also became faster.

They dared not look back, for fear that a moment of hesitation would put them in a state of doom.

The branches slashed across Mrs. Zhang's face, leaving tiny scars, but this was insignificant compared to her fear.

The sound of wind, insects, and leaves in the forest became her heartbeat at this moment, echoing in her ears.

She seemed to be able to feel the breath of the Japanese, the coldness and cruelty, which was already on her neck like a sickle of the god of death.

She kept telling herself that she could not stop, she could not stop!

Because every stagnation of footsteps may be the end of life.

The same is true for the others at this time. They all knew very well what the consequences would be if they were caught by the Japanese.

They quickly shuttled through the woods, including the injured Miss Zhang family, running with all their might at this time.

The sound of the Japanese footsteps and shouting sounds were like death-seeking drums, constantly beating in their hearts.

Fear was like an invisible hand, tightly shaking their throats, making them feel unprecedented powerlessness.

But the instinct of survival still drives them to move forward continuously, running, running until their legs are as heavy as lead.

But they still dare not stop because stopping means giving up and death.

So they could only grit their teeth and continue moving forward, hoping to escape from this pursuit of life and death.

At the same time, in the woods, an assassination against the Japanese pursuers had been quietly staged.

In the woods covered by night, Lao Mo was still hiding in the undetectable trees, waiting for the Japanese patrol that was about to pursue.

The team of Japanese soldiers was holding flashlights, and the Japanese officers kept ordering to speed up, so Lao Mo could see clearly.

A moment later, the Japanese came to the tree where Lao Mo lived, which was the only place for the Japanese. No matter where the Japanese came from, they would go here.

Lao Mo looked at the Japanese under the tree and sneered. He suddenly jumped down from the tree and drifted behind the last Japanese like a gust of wind.

A sharp dagger, like the fangs of a poisonous snake, instantly pierced the Japanese's back.

Blood splattered out like ink.

The Japanese stabbed to death screamed extremely sharply, which made the Japanese in front of them creepy.

Another Japanese man was killed in horror. The Japanese in front of him turned the guns at the murderous Lao Mo.

But at this time, after Lao Mo killed two Japanese, he had already disappeared without a trace. The Japanese could only stay where they were barking, and then they could only shoot randomly in the deep forest in an incompetent roar.

Lao Mo's goal was achieved. His goal was not to kill the Japanese but to stop the Japanese from continuing to pursue Lao Wang, Mrs. Zhang and others.

Mrs. Zhang and other female relatives couldn't run fast at all. It was easy for the Japanese who came to catch or intercept them when they heard the news.

So Lao Mo could only stay one person to take risks and block.

So he can no longer kill the Japanese as before, and must maintain his physical strength.

But it seemed that the Japanese didn't want him to rest. Just as Lao Mo stopped to rest for a while, another team of Japanese chased him from the northwest direction.

They seemed to see Mrs. Zhang and others. Their team leader waved the saber in his hand and was loudly ordering his subordinates to change the direction of pursuit.

Lao Mo didn't dare to delay. Just when the Japanese officer was about to divide a team of thirteen people into two groups, a sharp dagger had quietly approached his throat.

Lao Mo appeared behind the Japanese captain like a ghost. His dagger gently wiped his neck.

The Japanese captain widened his eyes in disbelief. He was afraid he would die. He didn't know who attacked him.

The bright red blood gushed out from the Japanese captain's neck. His men were shocked when they saw this.

A Japanese man came first to report it and shouted: "The captain was killed!"

puff!

Before the Japanese screamed, Lao Mo's dagger turned into a cold light as bright as moonlight in the night, and once again passed through the throat of the Japanese screaming.

The two Japanese fell under Lao Mo's sword one after another, and the other Japanese also reflected on it.

Some of them rushed towards Lao Mo with bayonets, while others were ready to shoot.

Lao Mo did not stop at all, and quickly retreated and then ran in another direction. Not only did he avoid the bayonets of the Japanese nearby, but he also made all the bullets shot by the Japanese behind him land on the ground.

But the Japanese would never let it go. The team leader was killed and another colleague died, which made them very angry.

The Japanese roared and chased the woods and shot randomly.

Because they couldn't find Lao Mo at all, even if they had flashlights in their hands in the dark forest, they could only shine within ten meters.

But anger seemed to make these Japanese lose their minds. They gradually disperse, but gave Lao Mo an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Old Mo suddenly appeared and disappeared like a gust of wind, and kept killing the Japanese in the forest.

His figure appeared and disappeared, and every time he appeared, it was accompanied by the fall of a Japanese man.

The number of Japanese devils is getting smaller and smaller, but Lao Mo is suffering from more and more injuries.

And what's even more fatal is that Lao Mo fought continuously, his physical strength was consumed greatly, and his movements were not as good as before.

But there are still many Japanese devils, and he has no time to rest.

As long as there are five of these Japanese devils, they can leave Lao Wang, Mrs. Zhang and others.

So he couldn't leave, nor could he let the Japanese break through his defense.

His clothes were stained with blood, and his body was as heavy as if it was filled with lead.

But Old Mo was still fighting, just like a killing machine that had long forgotten that he was still alive.

After a long time, Lao Mo didn't know how much time had passed, but he felt that Mrs. Zhang and others should have gone away, so he quickly left the battle after killing a Japanese devil who discovered him.

After leaving the battle, Lao Mo gasped violently, and his vision began to blur as the wounds on his body continued to bleeding.

But Lao Mo knew that he could not fall yet, because he had another very, very important thing for him, that is, even if he died, he would meet the world's number one killer - Dizang.

This is his dream and one of the most important reasons why he follows the Dragon Boat Festival.

In other words, if Dragon Boat Festival had not shown enough strength in front of him, he would probably not have had such a strong worship of Dizang.

So he can't die, even if he is injured all over and his body is extremely exhausted.
Chapter completed!