The shadow stood quietly in the dense forest, as quiet as a virgin.

Following behind, the chasing Japanese Gyeongzang appeared with an arrogant smile on his face: "You can't escape."

Miyazo slowly pulled out the samurai sword from the scabbard of his left hand, and the blade flashed with a cold and cold light under the moonlight.

He rushed towards the shadow and pointed the blade straight at the critical point.

The shadow felt the evil wind coming from behind him, and his light body flashed, and he easily avoided the fatal blow of Murazo.

Gong Zang was a little surprised, but he was also a famous kendo master for many years. After failing to hit a stab, he quickly changed his move and cut the samurai sword horizontally, pressing against the shadow's waist like a gangrene attached to the bone.

Shadow's feet jumped slightly off the ground and avoided the attack of Murata again.

This leap was so coincidental that the tip of Gong Zang's knife was almost scratched by the shadow's clothes.

But Shadow's clothes were not torn, and this blow from Murata fell into nothing.

But at this time, Gong Zang still did not notice the gap between them.

After the samurai sword was cut horizontally, the body followed the knife, and the backhand of the knife held by both hands slashed again from bottom to top toward the shadow.

Shadow turned around, tilted her neck and looked at Murata, as if she had been playing enough, and her figure suddenly disappeared.

Gong Zang was stunned on the spot because he felt that he was about to cut the other party, but the other party suddenly disappeared. What's going on?

However, at this moment, a terrible wind came from the back of his neck.

"not good!"

Gong Zang An was worried that something was wrong, and his body leaned forward quickly, preparing to roll forward and avoid the opponent's fatal blow.

It's just a pity that when he felt the evil wind, the sharp dagger was less than an inch from his neck.

puff!

The dagger pierced Gong Zang's aftertaste. Gong Zang's body instantly softened, and he knelt on the ground with his knees, and then he rushed forward and fell to the ground like a rotten wooden stake.

At this time, Gong Zang was not dead, but the neck bone was cut off by the shadow.

In other words, even if Gong Zang survived by chance, he would be a useless person at this time.

"Your martial arts are pretty good, but you don't deserve to carry your shoes for Dragon Boat Festival."

brush!

The shadow murmured, then his figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

"Dun, Dragon Boat Festival? Yes, who is it?"

Miyazo lay on the ground and asked with difficulty, perhaps he didn't know that the other party had left.

At this moment, two other Japanese swordsman masters chased after him. Seeing Gong Zang lying on the ground and asked in panic: "Ming Zang? Gong Zang? Are you still alive?"

At this time, Gong Zang had not completely died, but when one of his companions turned his body over, his neck was completely broken with a click.

The last remaining consciousness of Murata was: MMP, who did not die in the hands of the enemy but died in the hands of his own people.

The Japanese who made Gong Zang a big turnaround was also a little embarrassed. Gong Zang was still moving just now, but his neck broke as soon as he turned over, and Gong Zang did not move anymore.

The Japanese on the side saw this scene and swallowed it back when they reached their mouths.

In fact, he wanted to say that the stabbing of Murata's neck was probably the stab of his spine, but it was still connected. Once Murata turned over, the last bit was completely broken.

But he didn't say it, because after all, Gong Zang was dead and they still needed to work together.

The Japanese who was holding Gong Zang sighed and said, "What a pity, we couldn't save him, let's go back!"

"That's right!"

Another Japanese man agreed, and then the two carried Gong Zang's body back to report.

As for pursuing the enemy, don’t joke. It’s dark night in the mountains, and only then can you know how many enemies there are in this forest.

When they went back, Colonel Sato already knew about this and was waiting at his residence.

He was still thinking that although Gong Zang was reckless, he was very successful in kendo. Just when he came to Lushunkou, he broke through to the eighth section of kendo.

The eighth section of the kendo is already very good. When a warrior's kendo reaches the ninth section, he can start a sect and establish a sect. He is still thinking about the scene where Murata comes back with his enemy's head for a while.

It was Gong Zang who just didn't want to be carried back.

Colonel Sato said angrily: "Who did it?"

The Japanese carrying Gong Zang quickly replied: "It's a guerrilla team. They came to assassinate you. We and Gong Zang discovered that Gong Zang actually chased you out regardless of our dissuasion, but ended up being ambushed by the enemy."

"Baga, these cunning Chinese people. It seems that the reconnaissance team sent out before is in danger."

Colonel Sato sighed heavily, but unexpectedly, the Sato brigade, which had always been unfavorable, came into a dilemma.

He trained the Sato brigade, and many of his retainers are also in the Sato brigade.

This is also the reason why he is a nobleman and has a military rank but has not been promoted to the captain of the regiment.

He couldn't bear to leave his troops, including Takahashi and Yamada.

They were the Iron Triangle under Takeda. They once defeated the Fourth Army of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces with three brigades of troops.

But now, he found that after entering this forest, he was trapped here.

Their baggage troops were attacked, and in addition to the most lost weapons and ammunition, nearly half of their food was also lost.

In other words, if they were not urged to send supplies to Lushunkou now, they would probably only have enough food reserves for three days.

Of course, he is not anxious about food shortages, because if he borrows trucks to transport supplies, it will take more than half a day to get from Lushunkou to his current station.

And he could completely return to Lushunkou before his food was exhausted, or go to the closer Hulan County.

So the most important thing is not food, but how they can find the enemy and destroy it.

Before, Sato thought this was a very simple question, but now it seems difficult, too difficult. His people may not be able to get out at all. Once they get out, they will be killed by their enemies.

Otherwise, why didn’t one of the two reconnaissance teams he sent out report?

Even if they don’t find any trace of the enemy, they will report their safety to the resident on time, right?

But no news came back.

Before, he was wondering if the radio station of the reconnaissance team was broken, but now it seems that he is thinking too much, and his reconnaissance team has long been wiped out.

But are you just waiting to die?

No!

The old devil of Sato will not sit and wait for death, because if he sits and waits for death, it is equivalent to failure, and it is equivalent to drawing an equal sign with the younger generation of Lushunkou, Hirohiko Kitahara.

It was hard for him to imagine what kind of face Kitahara Hirohiro would use to mock him as his senior.

Of course, the most important thing is that he pretended to be too big in Kitahara Hiroki's airs. Now, thinking about the scene of being ridiculed by Kitahara Hiroki, he simply couldn't imagine it.
Chapter completed!