The flowers floated silently, and the field was silent.

Wu Ming waved his hand, and the two anti-sponsors walked over with their teeth, pinched their noses and dragged Dong Yaohua's body away, leaving only a red bloodshot band on the ground.

Provoked, the gaze of the gaze shot out from Wu Ming's eyes, Fukuda Yasuo's hand holding the knife trembled a little, and his eyes were very angry.

"I'm scared and shivering." Wu Ming grinned at Yasuo Fukuda, "You Japanese are born with bastards. Let's do this, grandpa, I won't force you. Just give the knife in your hand, kowtow a few more times, and shout a few more words: The Japanese emperor is a big maggot, the Japanese samurai is a prostitute, grandpa, I will spare your life! Hahaha..."

Listening to Wu Ming's unscrupulous mockery, Yasuo Fukuda's expression completely changed.

"Kill him for me!" Nakajima Nakajima's voice sounded, "Those who insult the Emperor will die, let's go to see Amaterasu together! Before I die, I will watch the heads of this damn Chinese people fall to the ground!"

Yasuo Fukuda understood what Nakajima meant. The hostages in his hand could not die yet. If the hostages were killed, the two of them would be immediately beaten into sieves, which would be cheaper in front of him who insulted His Majesty the Emperor and trampled on the honor of the samurai.

Yasuo Fukuda took a step forward, drew his sword in his hand, and raised his head high, "Low Chinese, you have to pay the price of bleeding for what you say."

"The Emperor is a big maggot, and the warrior is a prostitute." Wu Ming smiled and repeated, pointing his knife lightly at Yasuo Fukuda, "Why? Why? Holding a knife, you are still a prostitute, or kneeling down and kowtow!"

"Baga!" Yasuo Fukuda roared angrily, took two quick steps and slashed straight.

The Japanese sword technique is characterized by simple and rigorous techniques and full and smooth strength. It abandons the disadvantages of later Chinese sword technique "only supporting the virtual frame, to make people beautiful" and promotes the traditional advantages of Chinese sword technique "holding short and long, and suddenly lateral". Moreover, Japanese samurai have created a set of transformations with extremely rapid and flexible steps based on the full use of terrain and space to play the requirements of people as their own battlefield, combining the drifting and fierce big chops and kills with light and fast advances. If you are not familiar with this sword technique, you will definitely suffer losses in battle. You will often be fussed by simple moves.

Fukuda Yasuo has good skills in his land, his footwork is flexible and his sword skills are sharp. Although he is furious, he can still attack and defend in a very orderly manner. He pays special attention to the sneak attack on Wu Ming's feet. The two of them are fighting together, and Wu Ming slashes and slashes, and his body and footwork is not inferior to Fukuda Yasuo.

"Dang". After all, the family-born treasure sword in Yasuo Fukuda's hand is not comparable to the ordinary sword in Wu Ming's hand. After a heavy slash, the ground sword in Wu Ming's hand was cut off.

Wu Ming retreated a little, threw the half-cut knife in his hand at Yasuo Fukuda. He used the same trick again and kicked out another ball of snow. Then he jumped to the side and threw the steel needle in his hand silently.

Zhang Haitao's legs were hurting, and his body couldn't help but slid down. Nakajima Nakajima, who was hiding behind him, was watching the fight in the field nervously. His attention was not focused and it was exposed at once. The gun in his hand also deviated from the back of Zhang Haitao's head.

"Ba, ba, ba..." Li Zhenying and Han Han were waiting for this moment, and immediately shot all the guns.

When he heard the gunshot, Yasuo Fukuda was shocked. Looking back, Nakajima Nakajima had already broken his brain and fell to the ground with blood all over his body, pointing two black guns at him.

"Haha, you're dumbfounded!" Wu Ming reached out to take the knife thrown by his subordinates and set off again. "Now there is no worries, but my proposal is still valid, it depends on whether you have those tricks." After that, he jumped forward and stabbed Yasuo Fukuda with a knife.

The two of them fought again, and Wu Ming had no worries anymore, and immediately gained the upper hand, stabbed, chopped, cut, picked, and wiped, all of which were skillful actions, try to

Tian Kangfu's ground sword collided vigorously, and the weapons of head, hands, shoulders, elbows, knees, and foot attacks, pushing, hitting, kicking, and stomping... Fukuda Yasuo was very uncomfortable with this kind of path closer to actual combat than his own ground sword technique. Wu Ming's endless tricks immediately beat Fukuda Yasuo backed step by step.

When Wu Ming and Yasuo Fukuda were fighting, they were more considering to establish their authority in front of the GCD's short gun team. Although it is very likely that they should use their power to send the Chinese and foreign scholars to the rear, they should not be allowed to underestimate their own troops.

"Bang!" Fukuda Yasuo's knife was pulled open. As soon as he approached, Wu Ming quickly punched him in the face. Fukuda Yasuo staggered and quickly retreated, trying to distance himself from Wu Ming, but Wu Ming followed him like a shadow and pressed him tightly against Fukuda Yasuo, bang, hit Fukuda Yasuo continuously.

Yasuo Fukuda made a quick decision, threw the knife, reached out to grab Wu Ming, hoping to use judo to start a close-kill battle with Wu Ming.

Wu Ming was very cunning. Seeing Yasuo Fukuda abandoning his sword, he immediately retreated quickly with his flexible footwork and kicked up another cluster of snow. Before the snow dust dissipated, the sword light slashed over like lightning.

"Ah!" Yasuo Fukuda screamed, covered his bloody broken arm, staggered back, his face pale.

Wu Ming shouted violently and took advantage of the victory to pursue. The cold and cold sword light was like a thunderbolt passing through the sky. The seriously injured Yasuo Fukuda barely dodged. Wu Ming took a knife and squatted and swirled. Crack, Yasuo Fukuda's legs broke with knees. He screamed and fell to the ground with a "thump".

With his toes, Wu Ming took Fukuda Yasuo's family treasure knife into his hand, squinted his eyes and smiled faintly, "The knife is good, but it's a pity to give you this samurai prostitute."

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Yasuo Fukuda was so painful that he could no longer speak. His energy flowed rapidly with the gushing blood. His resentful eyes became dimmer and dimmed. He finally stopped struggling and saw Aunt Amaterasu left.

"Good skills!" Meng Qinghe calmed down and walked forward, "I am Meng Qing, the captain of the short gun team of the Pingxi Military Sub-district of the Eighth Route Army, this gentleman..."

Wu Ming waved his hand gently, interrupted Meng Qing, and waved to Li Zhenying over, "You talk!" After saying that, he walked towards Zhang Haitao, who was grinning with his thighs and teeth. He was alone in his fight against Japan, and was ashamed of the world, and was angry with Zi Nisheng.
Chapter completed!