Even if he could, he would not be able to afford that time. The terrifying pursuer who could kill him later was chasing him under the leadership of a big dog.

He could only hide, wait, waiting for the gap between the patrols to continue to escape.

Tang Dao, who had already found Fujiwara Jaetsu's abandoned clothes, had a fierce look. Fujiwara Jaetsu was smart and thought of the problem he exposed, but he still underestimated the degree of the drug powder.

The powder is almost tasteless to humans, but for animals like Hammer and Guaiguai, whose olfactory cells are dozens of times more than humans, it is simply a navigation locator. Even if there is a little left, the Hammer is enough to track the smell, unless Fujiwara Jamo takes off his pants and washes it naked in the spring water.

Although the smell was so thin that the hammer had to stop and try to smell it, the hammer still did not lose its tracking direction.

Moreover, Tang Dao is not tracking alone by one person. Thousands of people within a radius of dozens of miles are like a huge net, firmly connecting the entire mountain range. He has encountered more than ten patrol teams on the way to track it.

I see where you are running away. Tang Dao looks into the mountains with a murderous intent.

Now he had to wait for the last bit of strength and fighting spirit to be squeezed out, and then he forced his subordinates to find out whereabouts and chopped his head.

Tang Dao believed that the blow to the army general in Pingbei City by a great Japanese nobleman was no less than that of an army general who was captured alive. The pressure from the Japanese island would obviously be greater.

The more painful the Japanese army in North China was, the more muddy the water in the pond was, the greater the possibility of him sneaking into Tianjin City and succeeding.

That is Tang Dao’s first goal.

The life of Fujiwara Jao is actually not as important as he imagined.

That's just a small prelude to some events.
Chapter completed!