"I really didn't expect that the Japanese devils had such courage. They just attacked Dragon Boat Festival and came to take my head again. But is my head so easy to get?"

Song Zheyuan sat in the car and snorted coldly. Facing the assassins holding sharp blades, he was not afraid.

He pulled out his pistol from his waist and pushed the bullet into the chamber.

But Xiao Wang, the driver who had driven him for ten years, said: "Military seat, the tires are blown out and you can't leave anymore. In this way, I'll stop the Japanese and you can walk in the mess."

"Xiao Wang?"

At this time, Song Zheyuan was about to say something, but the driving Xiao Wang had already pushed open the car door and got out of the car. He raised the gun and wanted to fight the Japanese, but at this moment, one of the Japanese actually predicted Xiao Wang's gun-taking action. He turned his hand and slashed Xiao Wang's gun-holding hand from bottom to top before Xiao Wang fired the gun.

The sharp blade entered the body, and with a puff, the little king's hand flew out.

It was too fast, and the Japanese made a sword and couldn't cover up their ears. The little king didn't even report it. His right hand and the pistol flew out.

Xiao Wang screamed in pain, but rushed over and hit the Japanese's chest with his head.

The Japanese cut off Xiao Wang's arm and didn't have time to change his moves, but Xiao Wang hit him right away.

But if it were an ordinary person, Xiao Wang would definitely fall out. But the Japanese man was solid in the process of falling down and only took two steps back and stood firm.

At this moment, Xiao Wang shouted loudly: "Military, go quickly.Military, go quickly!"

puff!

After the Japanese stabilized his body, he held the samurai sword in his hands and stabbed it directly through Xiao Wang's body.

Xiao Wang vomited blood in his mouth, but still refused to let go.

The devils were furious and tried their best to stir up the samurai sword.

But at this time, Xiao Wang could no longer feel any pain.

When the Japanese stabbed through his heart, he was already dead. He tried his best to do only two things. The first was to let the military officer leave loudly. The second was to hug the Japanese firmly and prevent him from hurting the military officer.

The military captain is the closest person he is in this world. He was nothing, but just a roadside beggar who couldn't even eat enough. The military captain took him in, gave him food, dressed him up, dressed him like a person.

Xiao Wang has always had this idea that one day the military officers are in danger, and he must use his chest to block bullets for the military officers.

He did it today. Although he was no match for the Japanese, he used his body to block a Japanese for the military captain.

"Xiao Wang!"

But when he saw the sacrifice of Xiao Wang, Song Zheyuan called out in his heart.

He had the same feelings for Xiao Wang as his own child. He clearly remembered that when he picked up Xiao Wang back, he was only twelve years old, and wearing the smallest military uniform was like a cheongsam.

In a flash, ten years have passed. The child back then has grown to adulthood and has become the person he trusts the most.

But at this time, he was brutally killed by the Japanese invaders.

Song Zheyuan was angry, and the muscles on the corners of his mouth and nose twitched involuntarily.

He kicked open the car door and hit the Japanese who was holding a knife to open the car door.

The Japanese were knocked to the ground by the car door, but at this time, another Japanese rushed over with a knife.

He thought Song Zheyuan would run away, but he didn't expect that Song Zheyuan had no intention of leaving.

As mentioned before, Song Zheyuan has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he didn't even take the Dragon Boat Festival seriously. In public, he wanted to look for Dragon Boat Festival to gesture and gesture.

This has to be said that Song Zheyuan is indeed very confident in his martial arts.

Otherwise, the kick just now would not have directly knocked the Japanese to overturn the door.

At this time, when another Japanese saw him slashing with a knife, Song Zheyuan sneered disdainfully, and shot three times in a row at the glass of the car door.

The glass of the car door shattered, and the Japanese who had been slashed with a knife hit three guns and spitted blood and fell to the ground.

Song Zheyuan took the opportunity to get out of the car and was about to defeat the Japanese who had been kicked over by him. But at this moment, the third Japanese sword arrived.

The Japanese used swords to shoot very fast. Just as the Japanese who was shot dead by Song Zheyuan fell down, his knife slashed over and headed straight for Song Zheyuan's arm holding a gun.

Seeing this, Song Zheyuan quickly withdrew his gun, otherwise his right hand would have been unable to be protected.

At the same time, Song Zheyuan turned sideways and made a gesture of preparation for escape. The Japanese didn't know it was a plan, so they wanted to chase Song Zheyuan with a knife.

But I didn't expect that Song Zheyuan would hide a gun under his armpit, and there would be two shots.

The Japanese devil could not dodge and was directly knocked down by Song Zheyuan.

But at this moment, his shoulder on his left hurts, but was scratched by the Japanese on the other side of the car.

The Japanese originally wanted to cut off Song Zheyuan's head and save his companion, but he was short and his arms were short, so he only scratched Song Zheyuan's shoulder.

This hole is not deep, but it is unbearable to feel pain.

But at this time, Song Zheyuan didn't care about the injuries on his shoulder, because at this time, the Japanese who had been kicked down by him had already stood up and stabbed him fiercely.

Song Zheyuan had no weapon to match, only a pistol. He could not stop the Japanese samurai sword, so he could only retreat and dodge.

But the Japanese were unreasonable and failed to slash, and another slash was made with his backhand.

Song Zheyuan hid again, but the Japanese were so fast that they used their swords. Even if he took a step and a half, the collar of his chest was still cut open by the Japanese samurai sword. And at this moment, the Japanese on the other side of the car also came around and slashed at Song Zheyuan's injured left arm.

At this time, Song Zheyuan was so angry, because he had never expected that there would be Japanese in Kaifeng City that dared to assassinate him, otherwise he would have brought his big sword with him and would not have been so passive at this time.

But it was too late to say anything at this point. The Japanese attacked each other. Song Zheyuan had no other weapons except a pistol, so he could only sigh and died with the Japanese.

There was the last bullet in his gun, aiming at the Japanese who were slashing at him.

At this distance, the opponent will be shot and will be seriously injured even if he does not die.

"It's worth killing so many Japanese."

Song Zheyuan thought to himself that he wanted to die with the Japanese. However, at this critical moment, several gunshots came, and his good Japanese men fell to the ground and vomited blood.

Song Zheyuan was stunned for a moment, but the first thing that came to mind was that his guards were back.

When he was attacked, some of the guards were sent by him to pursue the Japanese spies. He expected that his guards would come back when they heard the gunshots.

However, just when he looked in the direction of the gunshot, he saw a young officer covered in blood who shot.

Bang! Bang bang!

At this time, the young officer was still firing, shooting a wounded Japanese man several times and killing him on the street.

"Dragon Boat Festival?"
Chapter completed!