Beast Control: Starting From SSS Talent

The explosion alarmed Yoshio Murakami. He yelled angrily, got up quickly, and looked in the direction of the flashlight. Then his face changed drastically and he shouted loudly: "There are eight roads, everyone, be careful!"

"Da da da……"

The sound of gunfire suddenly rang out, and dense tongues of flame sprayed out a string of sparks.

Yoshio Murakami didn't react slowly and quickly lay down on the ground. Hearing the dull sound of popping behind him, he realized that the bullet was passing close to his scalp and shouted again: "Baga, why are you still standing there?! Don't give it to me yet!" shot!!!"

The Japanese soldiers reacted, raised their guns, aimed at the big tree where Lu Peng was hiding, and pulled the trigger.

Lu Peng was already prepared. He grabbed the dead branch in front of him to block his sight, rolled out, and threw the grenade at the same time.

The Japanese soldiers were caught off guard, and several Japanese soldiers were hit by grenades and fell into a pool of blood.

Lu Peng didn't want to fight and left gropingly.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

The Japanese army reacted and, regardless of checking the life and death of their companions, swarmed in the direction of Lu Peng's escape.

Lu Peng moved very quickly, relying on his memory to find cover. After avoiding the bullets, he quickly transmigrated the avenue.

Yoshio Murakami personally led his team members to chase Lu Peng. Just after running a few meters away, he suddenly noticed a bright light flashing outside the forest. His heart skipped a beat, and he secretly made a sound. He turned around and reminded: "Stop!"

Unfortunately, it was too late. Several grenades fell at the same time, causing a violent explosion and instantly setting off a huge wave of dust.

The Japanese army was stunned by the sudden explosion, slow to react, and was in chaos for a while.

The smoke from the explosion filled the air, and the Japanese soldiers' senses were severely affected. They could not see the surrounding environment clearly and kept pushing forward.

"ah!!!"

"Help, my leg!"

"I was blown to my feet!"

The Japanese army was in a mess, wailing all over the field, and it was a mess. They didn't care about others at all. They ran around in a panic, trying to find a bunker or find a way to escape.

"Bagya Road!" Yoshio Murakami was furious. He looked up and found that there were dark clouds hanging over his head. His face was ashen and he secretly shouted something bad.

The Japanese troops encountered a surprise attack and stopped invariably, looking around in horror. Some timid ones even knelt on the ground.

"Baga, stand up, keep moving forward, kill all those people!" Yoshio Murakami roared angrily, holding back the shock and fear in his heart, and stood up, limping Walking at the front of the team, he never forgot to warn: "Pay attention, be careful/that sniper, once you find the target, fire a warning shot immediately!"

"Hai!"

"Hai!"

The Japanese army agreed in unison.

Yoshio Murakami stopped talking nonsense and took the lead into the woods.

As soon as they entered the woods, they heard gunshots.

"boom!"

"Bang bang!"

The Japanese soldiers fired back one after another. For a moment, the trees swayed and the gunshots were heard.

"Baga, there's an ambush, get down, get down!" Yoshio Murakami roared at the top of his lungs. Regardless of the danger, he rushed in front of a Japanese soldier, grabbed him by the neck, threw him far away, and then plopped down. He fell to the ground with a sound.

"Sir, how are you?!"

Several Japanese soldiers came after hearing the news and quickly asked about the situation.

"Baga!" Yoshio Murakami roared angrily, his red eyes swept around, and he cursed hatefully: "Baga, where is that person? Why didn't he shoot?!"

"We have fallen into a trap. The opponent must have retreated. Please ask for support!" the Japanese commander in charge of the patrol said anxiously. Seeing that Yoshio Murakami was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief and called on the other Japanese troops to gather around and carefully search for Lu Peng before leaving. direction.

"Baga!" Yoshio Murakami yelled, struggled to get up, looked around, calmed down, knew that now was not the time to be upset, gritted his teeth and said: "No matter who the opponent is, they must die! Order each group to disperse Come on, gradually narrow the encirclement, and be sure to find the enemy as soon as possible."

"Hi Yi!" The soldier on duty did not dare to neglect, turned around and ran back to deliver the order.

At the same time, Lu Peng had left the battlefield and ran quickly towards the road.

Because he was worried that the Japanese troops would attack from both sides, Lu Peng did not dare to delay. It took him less than half a stick of incense to reach the roadside. After confirming that there were no Japanese troops nearby, he quickly fired a few signal flares and adjusted the angle of the vehicle. Then he quickly jumped in the car and drove away.

"Quick, quick, intercept that person immediately, he wants to run away..."

As soon as Lu Peng left, the Japanese rushed to the highway and found that the highway was silent. There was no trace of Lu Peng, and they suddenly became anxious.

"Sir, look."

The Japanese army pointed to the road and reminded: "That person has already run away!"

"Baga!" Yoshio Murakami cursed secretly, staring at the road with a gloomy face, hesitating whether to lead someone in pursuit.

The Japanese army was not stupid. Knowing that Yoshio Murakami was unwilling to give up the good situation, he comforted him: "Sir, the man has already run away. There is no need for us to risk our lives for this little money. Besides, we have suffered heavy casualties, so we should let him go first." Comrades, rest and wait until you regain your strength!"

Although Yoshio Murakami was reluctant to part with him, he felt that the Japanese army's suggestion was reasonable. He sighed secretly, waved his hands helplessly, and ordered: "Leave two of you to stay where you are, waiting for reinforcements from the army. The other people will follow me. Be sure to keep them there." The enemy blocks it."

Speaking of this, Yoshio Murakami looked at the position where Lu Peng disappeared, gritted his teeth and cursed, and then decisively chased after him with the remaining people.

Lu Peng had been paying attention to the situation behind him, and when he sensed that the Japanese army was catching up, he increased the accelerator and ran towards Nanling City quickly.

"Damn it, I let him run away!" Yoshio Murakami's face was ashen and he wanted to tear Lu Peng into pieces. As long as he could recover the losses, he would never give up easily. Of course, he understood the current situation and could only give up chasing Lu Peng for the time being.

"Sir, you take a rest for a while, and we will pursue you." A Japanese soldier said.

"No, we can't take risks." Yoshio Murakami shook his head and refused, saying: "Since the other party has set up a trap, it means that it has been premeditated. What if there is an ambush?"

"this……"

The Japanese army hesitated, not knowing what to do.

"Our mission is to protect the Imperial Army. There is no need to lose your life for a few hundred dollars!" Yoshio Murakami said resolutely. What came to mind, he added: "You must tell the brigade commander about this matter and ask for support. , regardless of whether we can capture Nanling City, we must be foolproof."

"Hai!" The Japanese army understood what Yoshio Murakami meant and responded respectfully.

Yoshio Murakami didn't say anything more. He glanced at the traces on the road, pondered for a moment, and said coldly: "Ask the military police to send people to investigate along the way, and be sure to catch that cunning supporter/that person!"

"Hai!" The Japanese army agreed.

After the Japanese army left, Yoshio Murakami found the seriously injured soldier, checked it carefully, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?!"

"Thank you for your concern, sir!" the soldier shouted in pain.

"Humph, a bunch of losers, even a few people can't stop that person!" Yoshio Murakami cursed, but his tone softened a lot, he took out the medicine he carried with him, applied the medicine himself, and said: "You guys are too If you are careless, how can you let that person get close to the position?"

"Sir, we don't know their specific location. We thought they had retreated." The soldier said with a bitter smile.

Yoshio Murakami frowned slightly and said suspiciously: "If the rebels really withdrew, why didn't they take action before? Could it be that they are still nearby? But except for the mountains and rivers, there is no difference in height here. According to common sense, There is no reason for the support/that person to hide nearby, not to mention that our defenses are very tight, and it is impossible to give the support/that person a chance. What on earth do they want to do?!"

"Sir, how about we rest first?" the injured soldier suggested.

Yoshio Murakami hesitated and did not reply. Just as he was about to consider this issue, a Japanese soldier came over and reported: "Report, the scout just sent back a telegram and found that the person was staying at the edge of the road for a long time, seeming to be looking for something."

"Nani?!" Yoshio Murakami frowned and muttered in confusion: "Are they waiting for someone? No, if they are waiting for reinforcements, they can't be so fast. Could it be that they have already discovered the weapon/that Human reinforcements?”

"Isn't this impossible?!" The Japanese soldier's eyes widened in surprise, obviously not expecting Yoshio Murakami to think so.

"No, we can't wait any longer, notify the artillery immediately, give me a hard bombardment, and blow up that highway at any cost!" Yoshio Murakami ordered without question.

"Hi!" The Japanese soldier responded and said hesitantly: "Sir, it's still early before dawn, I'm afraid it's too late."

"You don't understand!" Yoshio Murakami said coldly.

The Japanese soldier was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood the deeper meaning of Murakami Yoshio's words. He thought to himself, and then thought of a question and asked: "But what if one/that person discovers us and continues to rush forward?" ?”

"Don't worry about this. They can't stay where they are." Yoshio Murakami said confidently. After a pause, he did not forget to remind: "In addition, immediately arrange for someone to notify the Commander, and tell him to support/that person He may have discovered us and asked him to send planes to support us immediately!”

"Hi!" The Japanese army did not dare to disobey Yoshio Murakami's order, so he complied and left in a hurry.

"Baga!" After the Japanese army left, Yoshio Murakami couldn't help but cursed secretly. He was extremely depressed. He thought he could successfully capture Nanling City, but now he fell short, which made him feel like he had stolen a chicken but lost a lot of rice.

"I hope the support/person can hold on until reinforcements arrive, otherwise we will have to retreat!" Yoshio Murakami smiled mockingly, but he was not discouraged, but prayed silently.

Lu Peng didn't care what Yoshio Murakami thought. After escaping the pursuit of the Japanese army, he ran forward for more than ten minutes. After finally confirming that it was safe, he stopped at the roadside.

"Xiaoyun, are you okay?!" Lu Peng glanced at Zhou Yurou in his arms and found that she was unconscious and her heart was twitching violently. He suppressed the anxiety and guilt in his heart and patiently treated Zhou Yurou's wounds.

The smell of blood was very pungent, and those who smelled it could not help but frown, but Lu Peng did not pay attention and tried to reduce the scope of the smell of blood.

After a while, Lu Peng finally stopped the bleeding. Seeing that Zhou Yurou was not yet awake, he made a slight adjustment and returned to the camp with Zhou Yurou in his arms.

After returning, Lu Peng simply tidied up, then laid Zhou Yurou flat on the bed and stayed with Zhou Yurou quietly.

Because of the injury, Lu Peng's cheeks were stained red with blood, which looked particularly oozing with a hint of exhaustion, which made people feel distressed.

Half an hour later, Lu Peng felt that Zhou Yurou's vital signs gradually returned to normal and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiaoyun, thank you. If you hadn't saved me desperately, I would have died." Lu Peng murmured to himself, inadvertently thinking of Zhou Yunshan, sighed secretly, and then stood up.

This encounter made Lu Peng realize that the battlefield is changing rapidly, especially fighting the Japanese, which is very dangerous.

Although he didn't know where the enemy was or when they would catch up, Lu Peng knew that he had to get rid of the Japanese army as soon as possible, so he left the camp at night and took a detour north into the woods, using the dense woods to hide his whereabouts. .

This move may seem reckless, but in fact it is a last resort, because according to the current intelligence, the Japanese army will definitely not give up searching for Zhou Yurou and the others, so he must take the initiative to attract the attention of the Japanese army and buy Zhou Yurou time.

That night, Lu Peng shuttled back and forth in the woods, always keeping a distance of two to three hundred meters from the Japanese army, trying to avoid being discovered by the Japanese army, and at the same time observing the surrounding environment, trying to find a suitable hiding position.

After all the hard work, Lu Peng was out of breath and exhausted, but he had no regrets. As long as he could save Zhou Yurou out of trouble, the hard work was nothing.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or God's blessing on Lu Peng, or maybe it was luck. Lu Peng, who was walking in circles in the woods, occasionally saw the smoke rising in the distance, and his spirits suddenly lifted.

"There are signs of troop activity here. I should be able to escape the Japanese army's search!" Lu Peng was ecstatic. He got into the bushes nearby without hesitation, lay down on the haystack, held his breath, and waited patiently.

After waiting for five minutes, until the Japanese army disappeared from sight, Lu Peng reappeared, crawled into the bushes, carefully identified the direction, and moved in the direction of the smoke.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Lu Peng heard someone talking, so he cautiously approached.

"Ouch..." A strange man groaned in pain. You didn't need to guess to know that he was injured.

Listening to the voices, these people were all Chinese, and they were young. Lu Peng was secretly surprised. Instead of approaching them rashly, he became vigilant. He looked around and found that this place looked like a farmyard.

The door of the room was ajar. Lu Peng speculated that it should be the temporary headquarters of the Japanese army, but he did not dare to move. He patiently observed the layout of the room and found that there were no other items in the room except a few tables, chairs, benches and a stove.

"Strange, why is there no one?" Lu Peng looked more and more strange. Just when he was thinking about whether it was time to evacuate, there was a sound of footsteps. Lu Peng quickly lowered his body and leaned against the wall to listen.