So I Am A Demon Descendent!

Li Xianyu remembered the first time he entered the demon path through his fingers. He also lay in the shade and touched the fish to sleep, but the demon path at that time was a carefree and lively young Taoist.

And this time, the thin face, the shallow "Chuan" pattern on the eyebrows, and the vitality and vitality that no longer existed in the eyes when the eyes were opened. All foreshadow that this man is no longer a young boy with a pure heart.

The demon Tao left the world to join the world, and then fell to Changsha. It took less than a year, but it seemed like many, many years later. A carefree teenager transformed into a vicissitudes of men.

"Second baby boy, Xiaoshimei asked you to come to me?" Wang Chen sat up and looked at the half-old child hurriedly with a smile.

"It's ghosts. A lot of ghosts passed by the village just now. Let me inform you in the organization and get ready to hunt." Erwa Zi breathed a few breaths and protested: "Long Chenchen, I have a name, my name is Li Zhu. Sister Wangzhen said that I'm grown up now and can't be called Xiaoming again. "

"Forget the truth?" Li Xianyu muttered in his heart, who was the forgotten, little sister?

Don't let him think much about it, Wangchen and Erwa left quickly, Li Xianyu followed them for a while in the mountains, and faintly heard the sound of thunderous water, passed through the forest, and a waterfall hung on the high cliff in front of them. The dragon slammed into the water pool, blasting.

He was familiar here, there was an independent cave under the waterfall, and the cave was sealed with Slime.

Wang Chen and Er Wa Zi didn't make a stop. They went down the stream and quickly came to the valley, drilling into the cave covered by layers of shrubs.

The martyrdom was cut in all directions, like a maze. But as if they were going home, the light road shuttled through the martyrdom in all directions, and soon came to the big cave.

Dozens of people gathered in the cave, wearing coarse cloth, a little barefoot, and a little straw sandals. There were also Japanese helmets on everyone's heads, and everyone was equipped with a 38-gauge cover, a bayonet, and two grenades.

When they saw Wang Chen coming in, everyone turned their attention.

Wang Chen asked straightforwardly: "How many people are there in the Japanese army and how are they equipped?"

"It is a convoy, six transport vehicles, each of which is filled with soldiers with live ammunition. We are afraid that this force cannot be countered." The young man talking about Qi Yuxuanang.

Li Xianyu thought he was familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"Since we have established a base, no such large-scale team has ever passed by here. It doesn't make sense to watch them grow up. Although we can't meet the Japanese on the front battlefield, we should definitely let them go if we have the opportunity to cause them trouble. "Xiao Shimei's crisp voice.

When I saw Xiao Shimei again, she was still so beautiful after 15 years, she was fifteen or sixteen, and she had bright teeth. At this time, she changed her robe and wore plain clothes. Standing with a group of grandfathers, it seems as if a beautiful mountain flower blooms out of rough rock.

"It's too risky. Although some of our practitioners are not afraid of bullets, the other brothers are ordinary people. It is very dangerous for them to meet the Japanese army that is several times their own." Wang Chen shook his head: "The Japanese army occupied Hu Nan one after another. In various counties, after the righteous people of various non-governmental organizations suffered several losses on their hands, the blood family headed by the Aoki family began to hide among ordinary soldiers. With a little care, we may throw ourselves into the net.

"Hey, what is the word, Chief Dao, since we dare to take up the gun, we are not afraid of death." Someone in the team said.

"Yeah, long forgotten, I'm awake now, I can help you." Erwa Zi patted his dry chest.

Wang Chen kicked him and let him roll away.

After escaping from Changsha, the national army retreated to Yucheng, and some **** people followed the national army to Yucheng, and some of them were left to the people, and organized a civil anti-Japanese army. Wang Chen and a few like-minded **** people gathered in a number of nearby villages to join a group of civilian troops willing to fight the Japanese army. Based here, they began a guerrilla war with the Japanese army.

They are mainly harassment. When they encounter a small group of Japanese troops, they fight. When they encounter a large army, they run. Occasionally they go to the county to make trouble.

After deliberation, another militia rushed into the cave: "A group of Japanese troops came from outside the village."

The crowd was startled and Fang Chen frowned. "How many people?"

The militia replied: "Three military trucks, twice as many as us."

"Double ... I went to another army before, and the number was about three hundred," Wang Chen said, frowning. "What do they want to do?"

In short, the Japanese army must make a big move again. This is the idea everyone thinks.

After a moment of groaning, Wangchen made the decision: "Call everyone, overtake the Japanese, and destroy this squad."

The young man who spoke previously frowned: "Wait for them to go away? If they fight near the village, it will cause trouble to the village."

The Japanese army's revenge was extremely strong and bloodthirsty and cruel. During the Second World War, the Japanese army regarded the lives of the Chinese as ants, and did nothing to kill the village. Let them know that a Japanese soldier died nearby, and will surely force the villagers to ask them to kill the village without explanation.

Rabbits don't eat nest grass, this team never fights devils near several villages.

"Clear the battlefield afterwards," Wang Chen said. "It's worth taking a risk this time."

A few minutes later, fifty well-equipped militiamen gathered in the valley. From the perspective of clothing, this was a group of miscellaneous troops, but their equipment had begun to take shape. Except for some heavy weapons, guns and bullets are sufficient.

Point the horses and they chase in the direction the Japanese left.

The bloodline headed by Wangchen is in charge of the lead. The militia cannot keep up with them. The Japanese army has a car, so they need to intercept it first. Destroy the Japanese vehicles and wait for the militia to arrive.

It is precisely because of these masters who sit in this town that this civil anti-Japanese team can survive with eloquence. The Japanese army at that time dominated Asia, and the national army's elite was not an opponent, let alone a militia of peasant origin.

After a quarter of an hour, the convoy was watching.

Forget the dust and run slowly, as fast as a bead: "Brother, you are proficient at pointing magical powers, you and my little sister cover me, attract the enemy's firepower from the front, and the others attack from the side. If there is no island blood in the team, A few of us will be able to eat it. If there is, then retreat immediately after destroying the car and wait for the second baby to support them. "

Forgetting accelerates in vain, detached from the team and chased straight towards the team. Except for Xiaoshimei and the young man named Wang, the remaining four people circled to the left and right, and then landed close to the Japanese convoy.

The Japanese army in charge of the alert on the vehicle found the forgotten dust that came after the first time. At this time, the distance between the two sides was only 100 meters.

He yelled, raised his rifle and fired the first shot.

Forgetting dust at full speed pulled out the short sword, Jianguang flashed, the bullet was cut in half, and did not stop his speed.

"Bang, bang!"

Dense gunfire sounded, and more bullets poured out like heavy rain. But forget the dust without panic, the essential skills of the heroes of the anti-Japanese war: daily bullet hiding.

There are no bullets that can't be hidden. If there are, they can be cut off with one sword.

Li Xianyu guessed that the demon Tao is now about the level of a senior employee. After leaving Quanzhen School, he first arrived in Changsha. He is just an unknown Taoist. In the fourth Changsha defense battle, he grew rapidly and was repaired for thousands of miles. After the fall of Changsha, he was only one step away from senior staff.

The speed of such a terrible upgrade is only a little worse than that of him.

It is worthy of being the pinnacle of Jidao, Slim just gave him the opportunity to climb to Jidao, not the key.

There are no invincible plug-ins, only invincible people.

Little Shimei and the young man with the surname Wang cover behind him. The former shoots at the shot, while the latter shoots a bullet.

Like you, the finger of Kato Eagle!

Li Xianyu remembered that this guy was called Wang Bo. He was one of the friends that Yaodao met in Changsha. Because the power was the same as his colleague Kato Ying, Li Xianyu was a little impressed by him.

When it was less than 50 meters from the last troop carrier, Yaodao found a grenade, pressed his teeth against the safety rope, and pulled it hard. The grenade threw to the carriage, and the soldiers' faces changed dramatically.

At this time, a Japanese soldier rushed out of the carriage, struck the grenade in the air, and he swooped into forgetfulness, holding the knife on his waist.

Iai!

The clear knife flashed, and Wang Chen's dagger was cut in two, and a bone scar appeared on his chest.

The two were inextricably bound in the rain of bullets. Forgetting dust was obviously not an opponent, and they had to deal with dense bullets. Fortunately, at this time, four companions who sided with the bread launched a sneak attack.

They broke the wheels, killed the driver, and threw grenades into the compartments of the three cars.

"Withdrawn!"

Wangchen yelled, and strove to retreat the island nation's blood, and fled into the forest with four people who successfully attacked.

There are too many Japanese troops, and their sneak attacks can have miraculous effects, but if they fight hard, they will not win. These Japanese soldiers, brainwashed by the Bushido spirit, have the courage to treat death as if they were homeless. When the situation is not good, they will hold you to detonate the grenade and burn the jade. Many bloodlines were killed by them in this way.

What's more, there are many people on the opposite side, and there are many guns. It is easy to hide bullets from a long distance, but it is difficult to hide from a short distance.

The Japanese knew they were tricky. They did not chase into the forest, but were on alert to check the damage of the vehicles.

Wang Bo squatted in the bushes and observed it remotely with a telescope. Wang Chen was sitting against the tree, naked, and Xiao Shimei stopped the bleeding and bandaged the wound for him.

"Brother, can we go back to true?" Xiao Shimei was worried.

"The brothers did n’t recover their lives. I wo n’t go back to the mountain if the Japanese are not removed in a day." After forgetting the dust, she glanced at her sad look and immediately said, "Why go back to the mountain, our teacher Marriage at the entrance, back to the mountain, how can I marry you? "

He held the tenderness of Xiao Shimei.

Little Shimei blushed and looked happy.

Hey, are you a scumbag, Sister Taisu crying and fainting in the toilet?

Suddenly caught a mouthful of dog food, Li Xianyu wanted to be lucky because he was just a bystander, otherwise he would have to jump out and talk to the monster, and the sister-in-law did not look at the occasion.

Soon after, the militiamen finally arrived. The two sides opened fire and fired hundreds of meters apart. With their restraint on the Japanese firepower, Wang Chen brought his companion into the Japanese camp with bullets.

The battle ended more than ten minutes later, and the militiamen suffered a lot of injuries and injuries. Fortunately, the seven **** people who were the core of the team were only injured without sacrifice.

"Director ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ the captives explained that this time they sent troops to besiege a group of **** forces." A militiaman found the forgetfulness that was changing the wheels of the troop.

"Blood power ..." Wang Chen got out from under the car: "Can you understand Japanese?"

"Director, he speaks Chinese."

"Oh ... take me to see him."

Seven Japanese soldiers surrendered. They squatted on the ground, holding their heads in both hands. A dozen militiamen pressed their muzzles at their heads.

"Which one can speak Chinese?" Wang Chen glanced at the captives.

"He!" The militiamen kicked the second soldier on the left.

Wang Chen said: "What did you just say? Blood power?"

The soldiers bowed their heads and replied in crappy Chinese. The Japanese army captured a group of anti-Japanese war fighters not long ago. After being severely tortured, a group of civilian anti-Japanese war hiding places were pried out of them. It is said that there were many **** people. So he dispatched manpower from nearby counties and went to destroy this stubborn team.