Sato stood stupidly, but his thoughts had already floated back to the glorious years of the past.

He clearly remembered the tension and excitement he had when he first stepped onto the battlefield, and the feeling of passion and blood still makes him unforgettable.

At that time, he was full of passion and ambition and fought side by side with many like-minded colleagues. He experienced the highlights of his life together, and those moments of victory seemed to be yesterday.

Together they conquered the enemy's fortress, and waved flags to celebrate victory, and the laughter and cheers of victory still echoed in his ears.

However, time flies. Those colleagues and classmates who once fought side by side have already turned into a cup of loess.

And now, it's his turn.

Thinking of this, Sato lamented, and before the guerrillas rushed to him, he suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist and stabbed it into his abdomen.

This is the highest symbol of honor for the warrior.

However, he regretted it when he stabbed the sword into his abdomen.

Because this stabbing not only hurts, but also cannot die.

So he remembered the subordinates who had previously had a caesarean section in front of him, and he would ask someone to help them with the last hand and end their pain.

But at this time, who will help him?

He could only kneel on the ground and constantly stir his wounds with his sword, hoping to end all this quickly.

However, it seemed as if God was doing the right thing with him. He stirred him three times in a row. Not only did he not die, but he also became more and more energetic.

He raised his head and looked at the Dragon Boat Festival that walked up to him, and said with difficulty: "Help me and give me my last journey?"

But Dragon Boat Festival smiled and said in Japanese: "I heard that as a samurai of the Great Japanese Empire took the highest honor of septum after the defeat. I didn't expect that Mr. Sato was such a person. I admire him very much."

Speaking of this, Dragon Boat Festival said to the guerrillas behind him: "Everyone comes and see this. This is the septum of the Japanese warriors, which is not something that can be seen casually. The Japanese have many things worth learning about. Of course, don't learn septum. Because septum is very painful.

Look, Mr. Sato's expression is full of pain. Oh, it's so pitiful!"

"Yeah!"

The soldiers nodded one after another and continued to watch.

At this time, the old devil Sato was in great pain, and tears flowed down involuntarily. He could only pray: "Please help me. After our samurai semen, we will have someone to help. Please."

Dragon Boat Festival sighed and said, "Who told us guerrillas to be so kind? Then I will help you!"

As he said that, Dragon Boat Festival slowly pulled out the pistol from his waist, and then slowly pointed it at the head of the old Japanese devil Sato.

The old devil Sato closed his eyes and murmured: "Thank you!"

Then with a click, the gun in the Dragon Boat Festival hand made a sound of empty warehouses.

Dragon Boat Festival apologized: "Sorry, there are no bullets."

"Baga Road!"

The old devil Sato cursed in his heart because he felt that he was being fooled.

But he didn't dare to say it loudly at this time because he was in great pain at this time. If the young man in front of him did not help him, he felt that he would last for a day in this state.

So he begged again, "Please help me, I will be grateful for my eternity."

A guerrilla said disdainfully: "Who wants your gratitude? You have come to China to kill so many people, it's so much more than death. Now I want us to help you, don't dream in the daytime."

Dragon Boat Festival nodded and said, "That's true. I also feel that there is no need for me to help you? And if I help you, wouldn't I become a traitor?"

"Yes, we should not be traitors."

The soldiers on the side also agreed.

The old devil Sato was bitter because he was right. He did come to China to burn, kill, rob and commit all kinds of evil. But at this time he turned around and begged others. It would be strange if they could agree to help him.

But his abdomen was so painful that he didn't dare to stir his wounds again.

He could only kneel on the ground and apologize: "I'm sorry, I was wrong. Please help me without any grudges."

Dragon Boat Festival squatted down with a smile, pressing bullets into the magazine of the pistol, while quietly saying: "You need to be sincere in apologizing."

Sato hurriedly said, "Then I'll kowtow to you?"

As he said that, Old Sato endured the pain and was about to kneel down and kowtow to Dragon Boat Festival.

But Dragon Boat Festival shook his head and said, "No, you have to give us some useful information, right?"

Sato suddenly looked up and stared at Dragon Boat Festival, his eyes as if saying: "This is betraying the Great Japanese Empire, I will not tell you any information."

But in the next second, the severe pain from the abdomen made the old Japanese devil surrender.

He gasped violently and said, "Okay, okay, I can tell you, but you must keep your promise."

Dragon Boat Festival nodded: "It depends on whether your information is valuable."

The old devil Sato breathed a long sigh, as if he was very confused, and then he said after a moment: "Kyujo Miyaki is coming. He is a great nobleman and will bring a lot of reinforcements. Therefore, if the guerrillas stay in the Valley of the Evil, there will be only a dead end."

"Kyujo Miyaki Kita?"

Dragon Boat Festival murmured for a moment, then remembered the green-haired young man I met on the train.

At that time, he was eager to escape and threw his backpack in the car. Ma Ping'an picked it up and showed it to Dragon Boat Festival. Dragon Boat Festival asked Ma Ping'an to throw the backpack out of the car.

I remembered it at this moment, but I didn't expect that the green hair was coming.

Dragon Boat Festival smiled and said, "Mr. Sato, you performed well. Sayunara!"

Bang!

The Dragon Boat Festival shot blew Sato's head, but the old devil actually left tears of gratitude before he died.

However, at this moment, the warrior on the side said, "Leader Ye, isn't it too cheap for the Japanese to collapse like this? We should just surround him and watch him die."

Dragon Boat Festival glanced at the other party and quipped: "I didn't expect that you would have such a bad taste. What's so good about an old Japanese dying struggle? Why don't you clean the battlefield quickly?"

The little soldier was stunned for a moment, then he quickly saluted: "Yes!"

Then the crowd picked up all the weapons and equipment of the Japanese reconnaissance plane under the cursing gaze.

The Japanese reconnaissance plane did want to crash, but when they contacted the captain of the Land Airlines Flight Team, they were scolded by their commander: "You want to die, I won't stop you. But you must stay for the imperial plane."

It is obvious that the cost of reconnaissance aircraft is not cheap, and China Airlines only has about twenty aircraft.
Chapter completed!