Shigefuri Chiaki was very cunning. He actually inferred from the fact that the knife was seriously injured and the traces left on the battlefield that there were no bullets in the knife gun. He was just intimidating himself.

However, the cautious and cautious Chiaki Hitoki was still waiting for an opportunity, and this opportunity was a weak knife, probably not long.

The pace of the knife was slow and difficult. He walked a short distance of ten meters and took thirty seconds.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably have walked 100 meters away. But the knife only walked ten meters away.

In Chiaki Shigefune's view, Daozi's injuries were so serious that his life was in danger.

"Hmph, stupid Chinese."

Shigefuji Chiaki smiled cruelly. He suddenly drew his gun when the knife staggered and almost fell down.

With a ferocious expression, Chiaki Chongteng said viciously: "Chinese, go to death for me!"

The knife pointed the gun at Chiaki Shigeto and said, "Then we will die together."

"Hmph!"

Chiaki Shigeki sneered at first, and then said in a contemptuous tone: "Baga, stupid Chinese. If there were bullets in your gun, you would have fired a long time ago, right? With your current physical condition, you would not have thought about capturing a living prisoner. You can't deceive me. Who do you think I am? Chiaki Shigeki.

Do you know how I have been here for so many years? You Chinese people are always around me.

Some of them wanted to kill me, while others wanted to resist the Great Japanese Empire.

Some of them want to lie to me, while others want to get benefits from me.

If I had no extraordinary wisdom, how could I live to this day?

So, I have seen through your little tricks for a long time, hahaha!"

"Damn, why are you bragging? Today you are different from our team leader?"

The knife loses the enemy but not the formation. Although the fact that there is no bullet in his gun is indeed seen through by Chiaki Shigefuki. But he still doesn't want the old Japanese in front of him to continue to be arrogant.

Chiaki Shigefune was poked into the pain, his mouth twitched, and his facial expression gradually became ferocious. Today's miserable defeat may become his lifelong pain. It is his greatest shame in his life.

"Baga! You're dead!"

Shigefuji Chiaki raised his muzzle and pointed it at the knife ten meters away.

The knife used his last strength to erect his chest. Even if he died, he could not let the Japanese in front of him underestimate the Chinese man.

He glared at him and was already mentally prepared. What's more, it was really wonderful to be by his side of the group.

He did not regret the urge to jump off the Suzhou River at that time. Because this short, less than a month has lived so fulfilling, it is even more fulfilling than the twenty years of his previous life.

The man was roaring and fighting. His figure was as tall as a giant in his eyes.

It was him who had been guiding them to fight bravely with the invaders. It was him who had been leading them to win again and again.

If there is an afterlife, he is willing to follow the Dragon Boat Festival and be his soldier.

"Room, my sword will take the lead. I hope that in the next life, my sword will be your soldier and can kill the Japanese with you!"

The knife roared, and although his voice was hoarse, it echoed over the quiet jungle for a long time.

"Baga Road!"

Shigefune Chiaki roared angrily. He wanted to kill the man in front of him, and he wanted to shoot the man in front of him into a sieve with a pistol.

He hated the man in front of him because he was still holding his proud head in front of the Great Japanese Imperial Army.

As Chinese people, shouldn’t they all be humble to him? Shouldn’t they obey their orders?

Those flower girls threw themselves into their arms, those Chinese people held various gold, silver and treasures with admiration, and then they said: Thank you for your hard work in the Great Japanese Imperial Army.

In Chiaki Shigefuji's eyes, the Chinese should be like this. But the man in front of him was as annoying as the madman's Dragon Boat Festival.

He wanted to kill such a person and kill all the Chinese people who dared to provoke the Great Japanese Imperial Army.

Shigefuri Chiaki was about to shoot, and his index finger on his right hand gently pulled the trigger...

Bang!

The gunshot fired, and a 6.5-mm bullet hit Chiaki Shigeun's temple at a distance of 120 meters and flew out from his other temple.

Chiaki Shigefune's eyes widened, and he didn't even believe that he was dead. He had already mastered the overall situation, but why did he become like this?

Who fired the gun? Why there was no sign of any sign? Isn’t it necessary to kill a senior general as big as him to have a series of opening remarks and then persuade him to surrender?

He would be detained in a luxurious villa, afraid that he would commit suicide and wrap the walls with a sponge. He would be afraid that he would not get used to Chinese life, so he would hire a Michelin chef to cook for him personally. He would be afraid that he would suffer from depression because of his defeat, and he would also have a special psychologist to serve him.

He has to check his body at least twice a year, and the food he eats must be high-end customized. Even the drinking water he drinks must undergo 108 tests and can only be consumed after passing the qualification.

This is the treatment that a high-level prisoner of war like him deserves.

However, none of this was the only one 6.5mm rifle bullet produced by their country itself.

At the same time, Dragon Boat Festival took off its gun and ran over quickly. While pointing the gun at Chiaki Chongteng, he kicked the gun in Chiaki Chongteng's hand with his feet. He checked Chiaki Chongteng's body, and after confirming his death, he pulled down the golden-handled sword on Chiaki Chongteng's waist.

I don’t want the Dragon Boat Festival, but the sword is a hot spot in the army. And especially the sword.

He quickly ran to Daozi. Daozi sat on the ground and smiled bitterly at Dragon Boat Festival.

Dragon Boat Festival came to Daozi and checked the injury of Daozi. The knife had two serious injuries. The first was the bullet hole penetrated by the Japanese 6.5 mm bullet in his right chest. The second was the wound in his abdomen's bayonet.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! I don’t know how deep the wound is. However, the wound is bleeding all the time.

Dragon Boat Festival took off his coat and wanted to bandage the knife.

But Daozi raised his right hand slightly and blocked it with his hand, saying, "The squat is useless anymore. This knife is very deep..."

"As long as people don't give up, they always have a chance. Do you understand? You can't give up on yourself, you can't say no to yourself. You are my soldier, and I won't let you die, even the King of Hell dare not accept you."

Dragon Boat Festival commanded Daozi not to give up on himself in an orderly tone. He wanted to make Daozi firmly believe that he still had hope of living.

And this is the will to survive. He cannot let the knife lose this will to survive, otherwise the only one who waits for the knife will be death.

When humans face death, their brains will make their own choices, survive or die.

Survival means hope to survive, and death is equivalent to starting a self-destructive program in the body.

Scientists have proved that humans will initiate this self-destructive program one second before death, and the human cells will quickly die.

But in other words, no matter how serious a person is injured, as long as he is willing to survive, the chance of survival is still high.

Of course, it depends on how serious the injury is. If the knife was injured so severely, if it were an ordinary person, he would have died long ago.

But he had a reason that he could not die yet. This reason was to assist the team and kill Chiaki Shigefuji.

So even though he lost a lot of blood and had damaged his internal organs in many places, he was still alive at this time.

But when Shigeto Chiaki was shot dead by Dragon Boat Festival, he saw that the group was safe and sound, and thought that he could go there with peace of mind.

Therefore, the Dragon Boat Festival cannot let the knife lose this desire to survive.

He used his shirt to tie the wound on the knife's lower abdomen, lifted him up, carried the sword, and walked along the way he had been.

The Dragon Boat Festival cannot run because the vigorous exercise of running will accelerate the blood loss of the knife.

The knife attached to the Dragon Boat Festival's spine and said sleepily: "Tuanzhao, I'm a little tired, I want to sleep for a while."

The Dragon Boat Festival ordered: "Don't sleep, I still want to hear your story! Didn't you tell me that you have many stories to tell me?"

"Yes, I always want to tell you my story, but you are always so busy at the group club...so busy..."

"I'm not busy anymore, you say, I'll listen."

Dragon Boat Festival ordered the knife again. The knife barely opened his eyes and looked at the scene that was constantly shaking and ghosting in front of him, but his thoughts had already returned to the past and to a very far and far time.

At that time, he was still very young, he was just an orphan in an alley. He didn't know who his father was. After his mother died of overwork, he could only rely on himself to live.

He had to eat when he was alive. At first, he begged along the street, but the alleys were full of poor people. Even the poor couldn't eat enough, so how could he give it to him?

The men on the street would not give him any charity, and even spit on him and cursed: Poor, why don’t you die? Don’t dirty my clothes!

So he couldn't get it and was too hungry, so he had to steal it. He would rob it if he grew up and joined the church.

It was not until he met his sister Rong that he had lived a safe life for a few days.

But they didn't expect Japan to come again. They occupied the Northeast, North China, and Shanghai.

But even so, he never thought about whether to pick up the gun to fight the invaders. Because he was just a gangster in the alley.

He lives just for a bowl of rice. As long as he wakes up and has something to eat every day, he is already very satisfied.

Until one day, the Japanese attacked the concession, and he saw the remains of countless victims and countless refugees pouring into the concession.

There are many orphans who have lost their parents on the roadside. They are just like him back then.

He was touched and became angry at the Japanese.

However, he was still just a gangster. After being drunk, he still lived a life of drunkenness and dreams.

But at this moment, the man appeared and he roared on the other side of the Suzhou River. He roared out the anger of the Chinese people.

Daozi could no longer suppress the boiling blood in his heart, so he jumped off the Suzhou River and joined the Independence Group.

He kept following the man, watching him killing the enemy in blood again and again like a god of war and Shura.

He seemed to have found the true meaning of his life, and this meaning was to follow the man and fight hard to kill the enemies, protect orphans like him, and protect children who have not yet become orphans.

He found his own value in life, and even if he paid the price of his life, he would spare no effort.

By the way, there are his brothers. They stood in the fire of war and smoke, smiling at him.

One by one, living or dead, they were constantly emerging in front of his eyes.
Chapter completed!