Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

The sky was dark, the stars were shining, and on the stage in the villa, an unprecedented feast of song and dance had begun.

In the center of the stage, the lights converge into a dazzling sea of ​​light, making everything look like a dream.

As the passionate and lingering music slowly flowed, a group of dancers in gorgeous costumes came out lightly. With their graceful postures and light steps, they were like fairies walking out of a painting, instantly igniting the atmosphere of the whole venue.

Among this group of dancers, Bai Shanshan is undoubtedly the most dazzling pearl.

She was wearing a glittering long dress, the hem of which fluttered lightly in the night breeze, and her slender legs were exposed from time to time, like a heavy bomb, directly hitting the hearts of every old Japanese soldier.

Beautiful, so beautiful.

The originally indifferent faces of the Japanese officers were completely overturned at this moment. There was an unprecedented light flashing in their eyes, a light that was a mixture of surprise, admiration and greed.

Especially Chief of Staff Matsushima, his eyes almost never left Baishan Mountain. His usually serious and rigid face seemed a little distorted at this moment, with an unconcealable greedy smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.

The same was true of General Fujiwara Masayoshi beside him, his eyes revealing a strong possessiveness, as if he was going to rush onto the stage in the next second, press Hakusan under him, and ravage him wantonly.

They were completely absorbed by Bai Shanshan on the stage and didn't even realize that their lives were about to come to an end.

When it got dark, Duanwu ordered Sixth Brother and Shadow to take action and send these devils off.

They first started with the Japanese sentries and patrolmen scattered everywhere, and then the Japanese officers and guards who were drinking in various rooms.

The room suddenly went dark, and before a Japanese officer could even curse, a knife grew out of his chest.

This was followed by a series of muffled groans and hoarse screams.

Because all the Japs were either stabbed in the throat or pierced directly in the heart, they couldn't scream even if they wanted to.

On the other side, Shadow was more relaxed. Her figure was as fast as the wind. After entering the room, she dodged a few times and all the Japanese sitting around the table drinking wine became motionless like puppets.

One Japanese soldier stared with his eyes wide open, holding a wine glass, and blood spurting from his neck was shooting into the wine glass of another Japanese soldier like a thin line.

But at this time, the other Japanese soldier was also stiffening his body, looking in disbelief at the Japanese soldier opposite him whose neck was also bleeding.

Until the black shadow flew out of the door again, all the Japanese soldiers lay down on the table almost at the same time, motionless.

Obviously, if we only talk about assassination, Shadow's methods are undoubtedly better than Sixth Brother's.

Of course, this does not mean that Sixth Brother’s martial arts is weaker than Shadow’s. It only means that Shadow is better at assassination.

So, in just over half an hour, the shadow appeared on the roof of the stage, looking down at the still intoxicated Japanese officers opposite the stage like a god or demon in the eternal night.

But Sixth Brother did not appear here. He was wearing a Japanese military uniform and standing at the door, guarding against any Japanese soldiers coming to look for the Japanese officers in the villa.

This is also what Duanwu agreed with Sixth Brother and Yingzi.

At this time, the shadow has appeared, and Bai Shanshan's dance is reaching its climax.

When Bai Shanshan performed a stunning leap in the center of the stage, the audience was silent, and then burst into thunderous applause and cheers.

But at this moment, a black figure flew down from the stage, with a flash of cold light in his hand, and three flying knives hit Matsushima, Yamamoto, and Fujiwara's throats respectively.

Matsushima, Yamamoto, and Fujiwara were all immersed in the fascination of watching the dance one moment, but the next moment, a thin line of blood appeared on their throats, and blood gushed out like a fountain. Their eyes were wide open, full of disbelief and fear, and their bodies fell stiffly to the ground, twitching a few times before they were motionless.

The surrounding Japanese officers were stunned at first, and then screamed in fear: "There is an assassin!"

The Xiongshan devil was also so frightened that his face turned pale at this moment, and he shouted loudly: "Kurosaki! Kurosaki-kun, there is an assassin, protect me!"

In his opinion, Kurosaki is the person he can trust the most, and there is also a Chinese master beside Kurosaki who can definitely deal with the assassin who suddenly appears.

However, what responded to him was a blood-stained steel knife.

The owner of the steel knife was naturally Duanwu. Duanwu had already dealt with the Japanese guards before Shadow took action.

So when Xiongshan called Heizaki, Duanwu was already standing behind him, and then stabbed Heizaki in the stomach with a knife.

Xiongshan's body trembled violently, and the expression on his face was frozen into an indescribable shock and confusion - he couldn't believe that "Kurosaki", whom he trusted the most, would actually be his enemy.

Xiong Shan's eyes were wide open, his eyeballs seemed to be bulging out of his sockets, and his whole face was terribly distorted.

His hands grasped the handle of the dagger that pierced his body in vain, trying to stop the slip of life, but it was too late.

The Japanese soldiers around were so frightened when they saw this scene that some of them collapsed to the ground with feces and urine flowing out; others screamed and fled in all directions like headless flies.

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However, Duanwu and Yingzi were like two ghosts in the dark night. They had already blocked all the devils in the yard, one in front and one behind.

A Japanese soldier had a murderous look in his eyes and tried to draw his gun and shoot in a panic, but as soon as his fingers touched the handle of the gun, a hideous bloody mark appeared on his neck out of nowhere, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The devil opened his eyes wide and fell to the ground helplessly.

Seeing this, another Japanese soldier hurriedly picked up a chair beside him and swung it at Duanwu.

But Duanwu's figure flashed like a ghost, and in just a turn, he appeared behind him.

At this moment, a cold light flashed, and the Japanese soldier felt a chill on his back, and a transparent bloody hole appeared in his heart.

At the same time, Shadow's move was just as clean and neat.

A Japanese soldier grabbed a fruit knife on the coffee table and was about to throw it at Duanwu's back.

Shadow saw this scene, but she was the first to arrive. She dodged and kicked the knife out of the Japanese's hand. Then she turned around and the dagger in her hand flashed like lightning, instantly cutting the Japanese's throat.

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Blood spurted out like ink, and the Japanese soldier's body spun around because of Shadow's knife, knocking over an eight-immortal table and falling to the ground.

Duanwu turned around and smiled, then continued to hunt down his next target.

The two men cooperated well, one took the main attack and the other supported, and their movements were smooth and without any delay.

Under their pursuit, those Japanese officers who usually showed off their might were now like lambs to be slaughtered, and had no power to fight back at all.

In less than half a minute, more than a dozen Japanese officers were killed on the spot.

Their bodies were lying on the ground in all directions, and their blood dyed the entire courtyard red! (End of this chapter)