Tian Daoling, who left the church, took out a piece of jerky from the storage space to eat. These jerky were purchased when he left Foshan. He bought a cubic meter. In this era, meat was a very precious food, so he only had five or six pieces left. If it weren't for the fact that he had slept for too long and hadn't eaten, he wouldn't have eaten these precious jerky to replenish energy.

After eating and drinking, Tian Daoling changed the suit of the little radish head soldier on his body into a night clothes, which would make him more secret in the darkness, and then he began a killing night exclusively for the little radish head. Many little radish heads did not know the evil spirits they were looking for to burn their commander's room and army, and the fire warehouse appeared again.

"Baga, they are all those hateful Chinese pigs, which make us unable to sleep now!"

"Hey, the assassination of Matsui Grand Prize made all the generals very nervous. Moreover, the army and fire depots have been destroyed. At this time, it would be very dangerous if the Chinese people counterattacked."

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A small group of five small radish-headed soldiers patrolled the streets, each of them showing a tired look on their faces, and it seemed that they had not had a rest for a long time.

A little radish walking at the end was yawning while walking. Suddenly, one hand covered his mouth, making him unable to make a sound. Then he saw a long red and black knife piercing his chest from behind. A strange red and black light emitted from the knife, which seemed very hidden and charming in the darkness. Before he could react, his eyes suddenly turned black and lost consciousness.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!" Tian Daoling, who was following the little radish head soldiers, quietly solved the little radish heads one by one. The assassination of evil people in the past six months of going north gave him very high assassination skills. In addition, his strong physique and martial arts foundation made him very easy to assassinate others, especially those who have decreased their attention due to mental tension, can easily assassinate them.

In less than a minute, five little radish-headed soldiers were assassinated by Tian Daoling. Each of them turned into a mummy, becoming a nutrient for the evolution of Shura Sword. After killing them, Tian Daoling received all their guns, ammunition and dry food into their storage space for emergency needs. After picking up the "equipment", Tian Daoling left and continued to look for other little radish-headed soldiers.

Time passed by minute by minute, and more and more small radish heads died in Tian Daoling's hands. Those small radish heads were not discovered, because every small radish head killed by Tian Daoling would become a mummy. In addition, the dark night made it difficult for them to find the corpses on the ground. Unless they bent down to check, they would also regard them as the remains of some houses.

But the paper still couldn't contain the fire. At three o'clock in the morning, the little radish heads in the entire Jinling City became panic, and then various military vehicles and tanks were walking and patrolling the streets of Jinling City. When the little radish heads saw the mummies lying on the ground, everyone felt a sense of fear.

"The devil must be the devil. They have asked us for revenge." A timid little radish-headed soldier in a patrol truck looked at the mummies passing by on the ground and said in horror.

"There are no devils in the world! All devils will be destroyed by our Emperor! Long live the Yamato nation!" The big radish head next to the little radish head immediately scolded, and was there to cheer, and the other little radish heads immediately shouted.

"Ding~dong~" Just as they were having fun, something fell under their feet.

"What's the thing?!" When the timid Luo Cara head heard the figure, he looked confused, and then turned on the flashlight to check. When he saw clearly what it was, his face immediately showed a look of horror, but before he could shout it out, the thing exploded.

With a "boom!", the whole truck turned into a fireball, and the truck behind the truck directly hit it.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Then a series of explosions sounded, and Tiandaoling, who was hidden in a lane next to him, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and a hint of coldness was revealed. Grenades were thrown out by him. The thing just now was a grenade. When he found the Little Radish Head Army, he put all the grenades inside into his storage space. He knew that he could not be placed in the location. It can be said that he is now a mobile army, a fire warehouse.

Looking at the little radish head wailing in the sea of ​​fire, Tian Daoling sneered and left directly. Although he wanted to kill these little radish heads with his own hands to make his Shura sword evolve, their number was too many. If they were to go out rashly, they would definitely be shot into a hornet's nest by their guns. In order to reduce unnecessary trouble, he chose to deal with them in a simple and crude way with grenades. Tian Daoling, whose physical control level reached the Mingjin stage, was very confident in the hit rate of the grenade. He won't say that he could hit every shot, but he also had a hit rate of 90%. Whoever was lost died.

During this night, the refugees hiding in Jinling City and the little radish heads kept hearing explosions everywhere and seeing fires rising from time to time in the sky. Many people were frightened and frightened. The refugees believed that the little radish heads started a massacre again. Only the little radish heads knew that these sounds and fires were a sign that their companions were dead again.

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The sun slowly rose, and the light shrouded Jinling City, and it also gave the little radish heads who were frightened at night. In the sun, they felt extremely warm. The fear of last night slowly dispelled in the sun. Refugees hiding everywhere in Jinling City found that there were many mummies outside the streets. From the clothes of these mummies, they could see that these little radish head soldiers were. Looking at their terrifying death, although the refugees were afraid, they were more happy.

In the church, the female students were praying, the dancers were chatting in the church, and Brother Hu and Tong Dawei were observing the situation outside through the gap in the room above the church.

"Hey, that person is back." One of the dancers who were chatting saw a man wearing a small radish-headed soldier's clothes climbing over the wall and entering the area of ​​the church through a hole in the colorful glass of the church. They could clearly see Tian Daoling carrying a big carry. At first, they couldn't see Tian Daoling in the morning, but they thought Tian Daoling had left. Now it seems that they were just going out to find something.

With a "click!", Tian Daoling pushed open the church door, which shocked the female students who were praying. However, when he saw that it was Tian Daoling, he breathed a sigh of relief, at least not the little carrot head.

"Big brother, you are back." Meng Shujuan exclaimed after looking at Tiandaoling who had returned with a tired face.

"Bang!" Tian Daoling threw the thing behind him directly to the ground, then lay down on the bench to sleep. After a night of killing, he was also very tired, so he didn't care about them and went to bed.

"What's wrong with him?" The other female students saw Tian Daoling sleeping as soon as they came back, and they showed a puzzled look on their faces again. They had no idea what was going on. However, they soon noticed that Tian Daoling had thrown her backpack on the ground, which was obviously for them. Meng Shujuan, who thought of something, immediately walked to the front of the backpack.

"Shujuan, don't." The girls whispered to stop Meng Shujuan when they saw Meng Shujuan walk to the backpack that Tian Daoling dropped. They were worried that Meng Shujuan's behavior would provoke Tian Daoling and make him unhappy. But they knew that Tian Daoling was a god of killing, and the other was unhappy and killed them would be a tragedy.

"It's okay, he won't hurt us, ah!" Meng Shujuan said boldly, then opened the backpack that Tian Daoling threw down, and a large number of small bags in Japanese were inside. Meng Shujuan curiously opened one of the small bags and immediately found that there were dry food inside. Seeing these dry food, Meng Shujuan let out a scream. Tian Daoling really brought her food back. She immediately looked at Tian Daoling who was sleeping with gratitude.

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