"Stop!"

When he saw a group of old men walking down the mountain, Kitahara Hiroki ordered the troops to stop.

At this time, the Japanese were ready to attack and aimed at more than a dozen old men with guns.

But Kitahara Hiroshin did not order the Japanese to shoot because only a few old men came.

Kitahara Hiroki speculated that these old men were here to negotiate. After all, in his opinion, the villagers of Sunjia Village had already gone astray.

Of course, the most important thing is that he wanted to know the whereabouts of the guerrillas, otherwise the small Sunjia Village would have been razed to the ground by him.

At this moment, Nakajimaki, who was walking behind, also arrived. They saw the dozen or so old men walking down, and they also ordered the soldiers not to act rashly.

After all, they are just a few old men, so what can they do?

When more than a dozen old men walked to more than ten meters away from the Japanese, some Japanese soldiers stepped forward to stop.

But at this moment, Kujo Miyaki said with a smile: "Let them come over, what can a few old men do?"

But at this time, Kitahara Hiroyuki reminded: "Kujo, these old men don't look like ordinary people."

Kujo Miyaki waved his hand slightly and said, "Didn't you see it? These old men are over 60 years old, and we have so many well-trained Imperial Army soldiers, what are you afraid of?"

However, at this time, Nakajima also lowered his voice and said, "Kyujojun, these old men do look different from ordinary old men. They have steady steps and bright eyes. I think they are martial arts masters."

Kujo Miyaki smiled slightly and said, "Then be wary, but don't be too obvious to avoid being laughed at by the Chinese."

"Hi!"

Nakajima responded, and then he ordered his subordinates to secretly protect Kyujo Miyaki, and he returned to Kyujo Miyaki's side to protect him.

At this moment, the old patriarch and more than a dozen elders from Sunjia Village had approached Kujoo Muchi and others, and were half surrounded by the Japanese who were armed with live ammunition.

The old patriarch was not afraid at all and said coldly: "What is the so-called destruction of my Sunjia Village?"

Kitahara Hiroyuki was about to answer, but he didn't expect Kujo Miyagi to step forward and laughed: "This old man, I think this is a misunderstanding. My people found that the people in the village were carrying the weapons of the Imperial Army. They thought you were guerrillas, so they fired.

So old man, can you explain why the people in the village have the weapons of the Imperial Army?"

The old patriarch sighed and secretly scolded his son for being careless and not listening to him. He still showed off the Japanese weapons and was seen by the Japanese.

However, he would never admit that the gun was given by the guerrillas, otherwise there would be nothing to say.

Of course, there was nothing to say at all. The old patriarch was just trying to get time for his son and the villagers to escape.

So he replied: "The one I picked up is in the mountain not far from Sunjia Village."

"Hahaha! Hahaha!"

Kujo Miyaki laughed loudly, as if he had heard some funny joke.

Because this is really funny, how can the gun be so easy to pick up when you pick it up?

So Kujo Miyaki suddenly said with a cold face: "Do you treat me as a three-year-old child?"

The old patriarch still smiled and said, "Believe it or not, let alone, if you ruin our Sunjia Village, don't you need an explanation?"

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Kujo Miyaki laughed again because he needed to explain? He is the winner now, and the Chinese people in front of him can only beg for mercy in front of him.

However, he did not have a direct attack, but asked: "Old man, where is the guerrilla squad? If you tell me, I might let you go, and I may not say it, hum!"

Kujo Miyaki sneered, but he didn't expect that at this moment, a communications officer suddenly ran over and said, "Report to your lord, the reconnaissance plane found that a large number of villagers had run away from the small road in the back mountain."

"Baga, you are delaying time!"

After listening to the communications officer's report, Kujoo Muchi immediately reported that more than a dozen old men were here to delay time.

The old patriarch laughed slightly, then he immediately said loudly: "Do it!"

As the old patriarch shouted softly, the battle broke out instantly. His body was like the wind, and his internal martial arts were fully displayed. Every time he punched, he was accompanied by a slight whistling sound, as if the roar of a dragon and a tiger roared.

His boxing seemed soft, but implicitly murderous intent. Every attack accurately hits the Japanese's vital points.

The six Japanese who rushed up fell to the ground under his attack, some covered their stomachs and screamed, while others covered their throats, with a painful expression.

One of the Japanese officers, but saw that the ordinary soldier was no match for the old patriarch, and he was in the sixth sect of the sword, and rushed towards the old patriarch with a sword.

The old patriarch smiled disdainfully, turned his body and cleverly avoided the attack of the Japanese officer. At the same time, he had a backhand and hit the Japanese officer in the chest with a heavy hand. The Japanese officer was beaten backwards by this palm, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

However, at this moment, he felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He looked at the old patriarch who had slapped him after a slap and didn't even look at him. Then he knelt on the ground in confusion and confusion, and then fell to the ground like a rotten wooden stake.

He didn't understand until his death, but he was just clapped by the other party.

At the same time, the many old men behind the old patriarch took action.

Although their martial arts are not as exquisite as the old patriarch, they are equally exquisite.

Some old men have strong boxing skills, each move is like thunder, while others have soft boxing skills, implying internal strength, using softness to overcome hardness, and fighting the Japanese without any strength to fight back.

The old men's internal and external boxing flew on the battlefield like a dozen gray butterflies storming into the Japanese crowd.

Although the Japanese were numerous, they were like small boats swept by strong winds and waves in front of the old men. After a few waves, all twenty or thirty Japanese lies on the ground.

At this time, Kitahara Hiroyuki, Kyujo Miyagi, Nakajima and other Japanese were extremely shocked.

The other party was just a dozen old men and had no weapons in their hands, but their live ammunition soldiers were defeated like paper in front of the other party.

They couldn't even believe their eyes. Not only were the twenty or thirty imperial troops beaten to no avail, but more than half of them were killed or injured!

"Bagaya Road! Shoot me."

Kujo Miyaki was furious and pulled out his battle knife and ordered the shooting.

Although the old patriarch could not understand Japanese, he interpreted his meaning from the Japanese's actions.

The old patriarch sighed in his heart that it is indeed the era of firearms. What's the use of martial arts? As soon as the other party's gun is smoked, he can only lie down.

Thinking of this, the old patriarch looked cruel. As the saying goes, capturing the king first. If he catches the other commander, there may be a glimmer of hope.

The old clan leader flashed and came straight to the north of Jiujogong.

The three Japanese soldiers used bayonets to block them, but the old patriarch made a move and made a huge difference. The three Japanese soldiers fell into a ball.

At this time, the old clan was less than five steps away from Jiuzhao Gongbei. As long as he dodged another way, he could capture the Japanese devil who pulled out the command knife like a chicken.
Chapter completed!