John hugged his waist and sneaked out along the pale yellow wall. The flour bag on his back made him look like a hunchback. But all this was not seen. The stars were bleak in the sky, the slanting moon was hanging on the treetops, and the dark night covered all this.

John's bag of flour was still on his way to escape to Winchester Cathedral. He passed by a flour mill that was blown to pieces. Today, the women in the fishing alley stared at this generation of flour, which made John quite nervous. This was his last wealth. In today's Nanjing City, no matter how rich you have, you are not as good as a truck of flour.

"Bang"

John's head hurt and hit a wooden stake. He reflexively wanted to scream. He quickly covered his mouth and looked around. When he saw that no one noticed it, he put his heart that was touching his throat into his stomach.

John straightened his waist a little, turned the rough wooden stakes up to more than 2 feet high, and was about to speed up his pace when he suddenly found a face in front of him, with a pair of dark eyes shining in the dark night.

"Ah" John was panicked and almost threw the face bag on the ground. He took two steps back at a loss and looked around. A circle of torches suddenly lit up, and the girl's bright smile was shining under the orange-red firelight.

Even if Yu Mo was wearing a student outfit, it was difficult to cover up the face of the Frost Saixue. She had an inexplicable expression on her face, and her jade lips opened lightly and said, "Mr. John, where are you going so late?"

John's face turned red, but fortunately his thick beard covered most of his face, and he couldn't tell for a moment. Realizing that his momentum was suppressed by the woman in front of him, John immediately straightened his back. His height was more than one head taller than Yumo. Although his suit was ragged and his leather shoes were covered with dirt, once he became serious, his momentum was comparable to the top brand in Diaoyu Lane, and even more so.

He smiled, put the flour bag on the ground first, and said, "My friend and I made an appointment to go to the ferry. Where can I cross the Yangtze River? Leave here and leave this messy place."

He glanced around and said, "If you want, you can be with me! Of course you need to pay!"

Xianglan and others' eyes suddenly became confusing, but Shujuan sneered and said, "Who do you think you are can protect us all. Besides, Brother Kongling has said a long time ago that Nanjing has been closed and no one can get out."

John shook his head repeatedly, and kept waving his hands, saying, "Nonono, only God has this ability, but do you think God will help the Japanese to bully civilians? Obviously this is impossible." He looked at Shujuan seriously and asked, "Do you say, will God help the Japanese?"

Shujuan's classmates are all students of the church. As pioneers of colonial aggression, the role of the church cannot be erased. In the education they received, God is the only true god with infinite power. When they heard John's words, they were all a little shaken, except Shujuan. Shujuan's father was the Minister of Transportation in Nanjing and was an old politician who had been in the officialdom for many years. Shujuan was naturally not as ignorant as a student in the ivory tower.

The female artists in Diaoyu Lane would not believe this, and the career of ushering in a sent-on makes them believe in equivalent exchanges. Now this man is full of words, obviously a passerby who is unreliable, so Yu Mo chuckled slightly and said, "Mr. John is leaving, but we sisters dare not stop him, but please leave this bag of flour. You must know that there are so many people here, waiting for Mr. John to help him. Since you are a person who believes in God, you will not watch us starve to death, right? As long as you leave the flour and the green banknotes on your body, will our sisters force you to keep you?"

Before Yumo could finish his words, John immediately covered his pocket and said, "No, under the witness of God, I will never let you bandits do what they want. My money will be kept for the marriage back to the United States. You robbers don't want to touch them at all."

Yumo smiled sly and said, "Since that's the case, let's leave the flour."

John then realized that because of his nervousness about the banknotes, he forgot to mention the flour. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Look, there are more than twenty of you, and I only have one. This bag of flour will be used up in time. If you leave it for me, you can eat it for two days. With such a simple calculation, is it more cost-effective to leave it for me?"

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In the dark night, Eagle, Gray Wolf and Fei Xiong were watching this scene not far away. Every word and expression of their words could be heard and clearly seen.

The gray wolf seemed to be talking to himself, and also asked Eagle, "Do you just let him go out like this? What if he leaks our whereabouts? You must know that the people in the teaching team are no longer there."

Feixiong said coldly: "Are you scared?"

The gray wolf snorted and replied, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid I won't complete the task. The life and death of these women have nothing to do with me, but if it is implicated in me, I will never sit idly by."

He rotated his body, looked at Ethereal, and asked, "What does it mean to let him leave? You are playing with fire!"

Instead of answering bluntly, Gou Ling asked back: "Don't you think it's interesting to watch these women's performances? In the movie, they made the greatest sacrifices to fulfill the students of these churches. Now, our attitude is very clear. They are the students' shields and stand-in. I really want to know how long they can last when they know they are making sacrifices for these students?"

Ying Ling smiled faintly and asked, "Don't you think this is very interesting?"

Fei Xiong and Gray Wolf had no expression on their faces and secretly cursed the pervert.

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Lao Luo turned around slowly, but the man behind him did not take the opportunity to attack. After he faced his opponent, what happened was a Japanese soldier, wearing an ugly grass-green military uniform, a sharp saber held it with both hands and held it high above his head.

Lao Luo spoke calmly and said lightly: "I am the nameless person in my hands, who are you? Let's sign up!"

Guo Qideng put down his saber and said loudly: "Guo Qideng, the captain of Guo Qideng, the 9th Brigade of the Fifth Division, came to you..."

Before he could finish his words, Lao Luobu rushed forward suddenly, his five fingers fisted, and only hit his chest. At the same time, the seat bench behind him flew up randomly, blocking all the routes between Guoqi from the front, back and left and right.

Lao Luobu was facing Guo Qideng just now. He held up his sword, his defensive posture was perfect, and his aura was flawless. Lao Luobu had no choice but to speak up. Fortunately, Guo Qideng had much more experience in commanding the war than he had fought alone, and he was deceived by Lao Luobu.

Guo Qideng shouted in shock and angrily: "Despicable Chinese!" He quickly raised his sword and slashed, but his momentum was no longer as fierce as before. He could only protect himself and could hardly fight back.

Lao Luobu sneered and said, "Silly Japanese! When you go to hell, remember to say hello to Amaterasu's children. If I don't change my name or stay or change my surname, I'm called Lao Luobu. If he doesn't accept it, he might as well crawl out of hell and fight with me."

In the fierce battle, Lao Luo took all the graves, especially this chaotic indoor terrain, all kinds of debris became Lao Luo's weapons, suppressing Guo Qiden tightly.

The only thing that is worrying is that although Lao Luo has the upper hand, it can only cause some non-fatal skin trauma to Guo Qideng. In addition to mental power, Lao Luo lacks powerful attack methods, and his mental power is difficult to act on living animals. Otherwise, as long as he accidentally uses mental power to directly break the opponent's neck, wouldn't it be more convenient than any method?

Although Lao Qideng's power is far worse than Qin Wuyang and others, it is much higher than Guo Qideng. In theory, the confrontation between fists and sabers should be Lao Qideng's advantage, but the result is not the case. Guo Qideng has a way to relieve his strength. Lao Qideng's heavy punch is always removed by the knife force, as if it hits cotton, and it is difficult to cause any killing behavior. Of course, the blade is difficult to harm Lao Qideng. If not, Lao Qideng's mental strength protection suit is really perfect.

The sword light was as bright as snow, and Guo Qideng once again blocked the old radish's fist force. Lao Qideng took a step back and stretched his hand. The crystal chandelier hanging above his head suddenly broke, and the chain and the wires hit Guo Qideng. Guo Qideng's sword light became round, and he was about to lift the chandelier when he was twisted into a circle. However, Guo Qideng felt that his wrist was tight and the knife light suddenly closed, but Lao Qideng turned the protective mind power into a ribbon and wrapped it on Guo Qideng's hand.

Unexpectedly, Lao Luo had such a method. He was caught off guard, and the crystal chandelier hit Guo Qideng's head directly. A shrill scream rang out in the building, and blood splashed everywhere.

The fragments of the broken crystal destroyed Guo Qideng's neatly trimmed face and could not recognize him. Guo Qideng was hit hard by this, but it seemed even more vicious. He did not retreat but advanced, and did not abandon the knife. He held the knife in both hands and stepped on the broken crystal chips, and stabbed the old radish wildly. At the same time, a knife aura that was not weaker than Guo Qideng broke through the air. Lao Luobu looked up in surprise and saw an old man with short stairs and slightly gray hair pounced on the air from the stairs. A knife aura had locked the old radish firmly. Mo Song Maozhi came to rescue him when he saw that the situation was not good.

Lao Luobu sneered and said, "Why, you are still paying for New Year's guests, and you can buy one and get one free?" Although he was teasing, he did not delay his hands at all. He kicked the saber and raised his hands. All the messy debris on the ground floated up and swung towards Shigeji Mosun, like a long dragon flying in the air.
Chapter completed!