Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2649 The Fall of Gods!

The dim light flickered, casting mottled shadows in the wooden house, adding a somewhat depressing atmosphere to this small space.

The night breeze that occasionally seeps in through the cracks in the wooden walls, bringing with it the unique coolness of the mountains and forests, interweaves with the solemn atmosphere in the room, making one shudder.

In the corner, two Japanese spies dressed in ordinary people's clothes had pale faces. They were the special forces of the Shadow Wolf Unit who followed Miyata's tribute.

They were originally ready to leave after benefiting from Miyata's offering.

But unexpectedly, they did not go far before they were captured by the entire Anti-Japanese Allied Forces' reconnaissance team.

So the two Japanese soldiers and Miyata Kenju thought they were doing it without anyone noticing, but in fact they had already been targeted by the reconnaissance team.

The reconnaissance team was very cautious. After discovering the other party, they did not make it public, but just monitored from a distance in order to identify the traitors lurking in the base.

But by some mistake, even Miyata Kenju failed to discover them, and in the end the two Japanese special forces fell into the trap of the reconnaissance team.

At this moment, the two Japanese special forces from the Shadow Wolf Unit had deep fear and despair in their eyes.

Their hands were tied tightly behind their backs with thick ropes, and two anti-Japanese fighters in grey coarse cloth uniforms were holding submachine guns, staring at them closely, scaring them so much that they dared not even move.

However, at this moment, the door of the wooden house was suddenly pushed open, and a gust of cold wind accompanied by heavy footsteps rushed in, breaking the silence in the room.

At the door, a thin young man covered in blood strode in. It was the Dragon Boat Festival.

Duanwu looked miserable at this time. His clothes were covered in blood and some of them were cut into pieces.

But in fact, Duanwu did not suffer any serious injuries.

Although Miyata Kenju has a very high level of swordsmanship, he meets Duanwu who is known for his speed.

So although his attack was fierce, it could not cause much damage to Duanwu. At most, it was just a small cut, and after such a long time, the blood had stopped flowing.

But even so, the first impression people have is that Dragon Boat Festival looks somewhat miserable.

"Captain!"

When the two Anti-Japanese Allied Forces soldiers saw Duanwu, they were the first to salute him.

Duanwu nodded, then looked at the two captured Japanese spies and slowly walked over.

Seeing this, the two anti-Japanese fighters automatically made way for them, and at the same time looked at the two captured devils more vigilantly, and reminded them: "Captain, please be careful, these two devils are not ordinary, and in order to catch them, four of our brothers were injured."

"hehe!"

Duanwu chuckled, because it is good to be extraordinary, because only extraordinary things are worth interrogating, otherwise why would he interrogate some small fish and shrimps?

Duanwu said with a smile: "Tell me, what is your mission? How many accomplices do you have? Tell me, I might be happy to send you home."

The two tied-up Japanese spies looked at each other, with a complex emotion flashing in their eyes - fear, hesitation, and a hint of imperceptible determination.

Then one of the devils shouted in a stern voice: "We, the warriors of the Great Japanese Empire, are not afraid of death!"

Duanwu heard this and sneered. He slowly walked up to the stubborn devil and said earnestly:

"You are brave, but you are extremely stupid. Do you think that not being afraid of death can solve your inner fear?

No, it won’t. In this world, there are often many things more terrible than death! "

As he said this, Duanwu gently patted the devil's cheek, and the devil blinked his eyes. It was obvious that his will was not as firm as he said, and he was not as fearless of death as he said.

Duanwu smiled, looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the bayonet on the waist of an anti-Japanese soldier. Duanwu nodded slightly at the soldier. The soldier immediately understood, stepped forward, pulled out the bayonet from his waist, and handed it to Duanwu.

Duanwu still had a smile on his face, but even the cold bayonet was still pressed against the devil's face: "See? This is a Type 500 military bayonet, with a total length of about 400 mm and a blade length of about mm. There is a long blood groove engraved along the blade, which is most suitable for bleeding the enemy."

At this point, Duanwu asked back: "Do you know how much blood a person needs to bleed before he dies?"

The devil asked back in a panic, "How much?"

Duanwu smiled and said, "What a coincidence, I didn't know either, so I wanted to give it a try!"

As he said that, Duanwu stabbed the devil in the thigh with a knife.

"Ah, ah! ah!"

The Japs screamed like pigs being slaughtered.

Duanwu ignored the devil who was bleeding, and asked the other devil: "Sir, what's your name?"

The Japanese soldier looked at Duanwu, then at his companion who was howling beside him.

But he opened his mouth several times, but finally closed it again, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Come on, you also bleed me!"

Duanwu knew that the other party still held out a glimmer of hope, just like the Japanese soldier who was stabbed by him.

Therefore, Duanwu must break through the last line of defense in the opponent's heart, so as to completely destroy the spirits of the two devils.

So Duanwu continued: "Are you still waiting for a man named Gongtian Xianju to save you? Or, are you waiting for Gongtian Xianju to successfully assassinate Qi Dabing, and then find a chance to escape after the Anti-Japanese Brigade gets in chaos? But I advise you not to have any more illusions about this, because I am Qi Dabing!"

At this point, Duanwu paused, and continued in front of the two devils' shocked gazes: "This blood on my body belongs to him."

But at this time, it was obvious that the two devils still didn't believe it.

Because in their hearts, Miyata Kenju is like a god.

Is there anyone in this world who can kill gods?

If there is, then I'm afraid only gods can kill gods, right?

So the two Japanese soldiers didn't believe what Duanwu said at all, but when Duanwu took out a Japanese short sword with a black scabbard and handle, the two Japanese soldiers were completely stunned.

Because they had seen the short sword in Duanwu's hand. It was the one that belonged to Lord Miyata Xianju.

One of them said in shock: "You, you, you really killed Mr. Gongtian Xianju?"

Duanwu asked back: "What do you think? Do you want to see the head of your Lord Miyata Xianju with your own eyes? And the samurai sword that originally belonged to him?"

Duanwu didn't have time to clean up the battlefield, nor did he expect to catch a Japanese spy. He just thought that the short knife on Gongtian Xianju was good, and wanted to give it to Tang Jiujiu.

As a result, when the two of them were being intimate, he forgot about the incident, so Duanwu still carried the dagger with him.

And it was all thanks to this dagger, otherwise I would not be able to subdue the opponent at this moment.

At the same time, after listening to Duanwu's description, the two devils even began to breathe heavily.

Their sky has collapsed. Miyata Kenju, whom they worshipped as a god, is actually dead?

At this moment, even though the facts were right before their eyes, they were unwilling to believe that it was true!

(End of this chapter)