The beasts catch weak prey, and usually do not bite to death in one bite, but tease it first, and wait until the struggling prey is exhausted and finally despairing before enjoying a delicious meal. Ono fantasizes about the despair expression of this beautiful and elegant Chinese woman, and he wants to let her taste the taste of being disgraced and mentally devastated.

"Miss Huang, don't be afraid." Ono was a little disappointed. Although the woman in the car looked pale, she didn't seem to satisfy him so much. So he decided to take action, stretched out his dirty hands and stretched out his chest, looking forward to the beauty's struggle and screaming.

"Let me go." Huang Yushuang suddenly pulled out her Browning pistol and pointed it at Ono with both hands.

Ono was startled and stared at Huang Yushuang blankly, unable to speak for a moment.

"Let me go, or you will die together." Huang Yushuang's tone was aggravated and repeated it again.

Looking at Huang Yushuang's gun-holding posture and listening to her slightly trembling voice, Ono slowly calmed down, his eyes turned around, and tried to pretend to have a kind smile, and his feet retreated.

"My, there is no malice." Ono explained in stiff Chinese. "Someone reported that there were prohibited things hidden in Miss Huang's car, and we are here to check."

"Please cooperate with Miss Huang. We will leave after checking." Ono approached the handlebars that were forced by the gun and made another gesture of invitation, "Please get off the car and wait for a while."

Huang Yushuang frowned and looked at Ono. Is this obviously a lie? It’s just an excuse, but is there any other way to not get off the car?

Huang Yushuang slowly got out of the car and pointed the gun at Ono with both hands, "We are all good people. My father is the maintenance president of Huangjia Town. We don't want to be enemies with the Imperial Army."

"Yo Xi." Ono nodded and said with a smile, "Mayor Huang, the work of the Imperial Army friend." While saying that, he patted Lao Zhang's back with his hands intimately.

Before he finished speaking, Ono suddenly pushed Lao Zhang's body in the handlebar to Huang Yushuang, and his body quickly hid behind Lao Zhang.

Huang Yushuang was caught off guard and exclaimed, and was hit by Lao Zhang, fell to the ground, and his pistol also came out of his hand.

Ono walked up to pick up the pistol, and said to Huang Yushuang who was lying on the ground in a teasing tone: "Miss Huang, your conscience is bad and you will be punished by the Imperial Army." After that, he laughed loudly.

With a gunshot, Ono's laughter came to an abrupt end, his head was beaten into a rotten watermelon, and his body fell to the ground with a plop.

Wu Ming quickly pulled the bolt, pulled the shell, loaded it, aimed, and fired it. His movements were so fast that it was shocking. He took advantage of the temporary chaos of the Japanese and could not determine his position, and shot and killed two Japanese.

The remaining three Japanese finally roughly judged the location of the attacker, and hid themselves behind the lying horses and lie on the ground to hide.

Wu Ming sneered and pulled out the remaining bullets in the bullet bay, pressed a new magazine onto it, and pointed the scope at the Japanese hidden horses.

The gunshot sounded, and the bullet flew over the horse's butt, leading out a blood groove. The war horse neighed and stood up, its front hooves soared, and the horse was shocked.

Another gunshot was heard, and the bullets carried heat into the exposed Japanese abdomen. The modified bullets rolled, stirring the Japanese's internal organs to pieces.

"Cover me, I'll catch that Chinese woman." Seeing her companion lying on the ground with her bloody belly, it seemed that it was not safe to hide behind a horse. A Japanese man took off his bayonet and shouted loudly to another companion.

The Japanese soldier hesitated to look at the military officer's fierce eyes, made up his mind and agreed, "Hayi."

"Ah!" the Japanese soldier shouted, suddenly leaned out and shot at Wu Ming. The bullets in the gun had just been captured by Wu Ming and shattered his head with one shot.

Taking advantage of Wu Ming's shooting, the Japanese soldiers rolled sideways and rolled behind the carriage, and pointed their shaky bayonet at Huang Yushuang on the ground.

"You despicable and shameless Chinese, you coward, coward." The devil's military officer shouted loudly, holding Huang Yushuang hostage and walked out slowly, and the bright bayonet was pressed tightly against Huang Yushuang's snow-white neck.

"You come out and duel with me like a man, otherwise I will kill this woman." The Japanese hid almost all their bodies behind Huang Yushuang, and it was thanks to the Japanese beings being short and could be blocked by a woman.

Wu Ming glanced repeatedly and could only hurt him, but was not sure that he would kill him with one blow. He couldn't help but smile and shook his head. It's getting rid of the ridiculous, right? Is there any saying that the hostage is being held?

Wu Ming put away his gun, carried it back, and walked out slowly with a muffle gun in his hand.

"Don't be nervous, don't be impulsive." Wu Ming greeted with a smile while walking, "Hey, how are you, little Japanese devils."

Huang Yushuang looked at the man who was getting closer and closer, smiling brightly, and completely forgot that he was still in danger. He was such a kind and amiable guy. Did he kill five Japanese devils in just a short while?

The Japanese soldiers stared at the indifferent Chinese man through the gap in Huang Yushuang's hairline, not daring to relax at all.

"You speak Chinese very well. I don't know if you have passed the CET-6 Chinese. If you pass it, you can be a translator." Wu Ming walked closer and continued talking nonsense.

"Chinese, throw away the gun in your hand." The Japanese soldiers said viciously.

"Why?" Wu Ming looked puzzled, looked around, and pointed his finger at Huang Yushuang, "I am not very familiar with her, you can't threaten me with her."

"But." Wu Ming's words turned and his face became serious, "I can meet your requirements and let you see the mind and courage of a real Chinese man."

Wu Ming threw the rifle to the ground, then pulled the magazine of the wreck gun, put it in his pocket, shook the wreck gun at the Japanese, and put it on his waist, pulled out the dagger from his legs, and skillfully played it a few times.

"Come on!" Wu Ming made a stand and hooked his fingers at the Japanese, "Due it like a man, don't hide behind a woman, let me see what your Japanese Bushido looks like. Is this how your shit emperor teaches you to maintain the honor of a samurai?"

"Chinese people, you dare to insult the Emperor, you dare to insult the honor of the great Japanese samurai. I want you to pay the price." The devil's sergeant was completely angry, and he pushed Huang Yushuang aside and rushed forward with a bayonet.

Wu Ming raised his hand, and the dagger came out and headed straight for the Japanese chest.

This Japanese military officer is not simple. At such a close distance and such a fast speed, he can still react with instinct. He flashed his body and stabbed the dagger on his shoulder.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wu Ming picked up the command knife of Ono who had already seen it, and pulled it out of the sheath. A sharp cold light quickly passed through the Japanese soldiers' neck at an incredible speed.

Blood splattered out like a spring.

The Japanese soldiers covered their necks with both hands, knelt softly on the ground, and stared at Wu Ming blankly.

Wu Ming held the knife in both hands and walked forward two steps. A cold voice sounded, "What do you Japanese believe in Amaterasu? All those who died in battle can become gods, right? But I also heard that Amaterasu does not accept the headless ghost."

The Japanese soldiers' consciousness gradually became blurred, but they still wanted to turn around and look at the hateful Chinese man. Wu Ming raised his knife high and waved it suddenly, and his head with a rounded eyes rolled onto the snow.

Wu Ming put his knife into the sheath, left his belt, and put the magazine on the wrench gun, pulled a Japanese war horse, flew up, and ran towards the distance.

In the past, he rode a horse in Hong Kong as a horse riding club. As a pastime and entertainment, but now he really has to be a good tool for transportation. At least he is rarely caught up when he runs away. Wu Ming thought in his heart that two Japanese, two wounded soldiers, and four dead horses could already be seen from afar. He lowered his body, grabbed the shell gun and rushed over.

Blood and killing began to reappear.

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