Sun Hunter

Sure enough, after a while, he saw the figures of several Japanese soldiers quietly groping toward him in the jungle. They were very well-trained, and they were not like ordinary Japanese soldiers. They quietly moved towards the gun point in the direction they came from.

, the distance was only fifty meters, and Ben and I didn’t need a scope, and Indifferent could clearly see their outfits and facial expressions.

They moved very carefully, crossing each other to cover each other as they moved forward. Indifferently saw clearly that there were five Japs in total, three in front and two behind, two or three meters apart, heading in their direction.

Without any hesitation, he immediately pulled the trigger. The two Japanese soldiers in front fell instantly. One of them turned around and wanted to hide by the tree behind him, but it was too late. A bullet shattered the back of his head. He was inertia

The other two fell to the side of the tree. The two behind them were very agile and hid behind the trees and rocks. They also knew what would happen if their whereabouts were exposed.

Mo Ran also changed his position. The rain of bullets from the submachine guns of the two Japanese soldiers had already fallen behind the rock where Mo Ran had been standing. The rain of bullets stirred up layers of gravel, and they gradually revealed their bodies, shooting intertwinedly and approaching the rock. Mo Ran

Lying behind a rock three or four meters away from the original ambush point, he quietly observed the two Japs. When they came forward and came closer, he fired two shots in one second, popping their heads open.

Indifferent observed for a while, and when there was no movement, he jumped out of the rock, picked up two submachine guns and bullets, carried them on his back, and put all the grenades on them into a bag. Suddenly he seemed to have been stung by a wasp.

Yes, jump up and run wildly in the jungle.

This was no ordinary Japs. He suddenly thought that Yang Siyuan and the others were in the same danger as him. He felt particularly nervous at the moment. He was afraid that his team members would be plotted by the Japs. He ran wildly just to save his comrades.

The one closest to him was Zhou Shentong, and Mo Ran ran towards him first.

At this time, Zhou Shentong's attention was focused on eliminating the Japanese who were clearing the roadblocks. He was excitedly shooting the Japanese who were hiding in Tibet one by one. As long as the Japanese's head showed up in the scope, he would definitely shoot his head to pieces. He looked very

He was so excited that he liked to play this cat-and-mouse game. He was like a wild cat guarding a group of mice hiding behind rocks or trees. He came out to hunt and kill one by one. He felt very happy.

He did not feel at all that the danger was approaching him step by step. He was completely immersed in the fun of hunting. At this moment, there were more than twenty Japs shot by his sniper rifle. He had never been independent in a battle.

After killing so many Japanese, his eyes were shining.

Four Japanese special attack team members were quietly approaching him. The distance was only twenty meters away, but Zhou Shentong still didn't notice it. His energy was completely focused on the other side. One Japanese soldier took out a grenade and was about to pluck the string when another Japanese soldier stopped him.

After holding it down, he whispered, and the Japanese man hung the grenade on his body again.

The four Japanese soldiers divided into two teams and approached Zhou Shentong more carefully. It seemed that they wanted to capture Zhou Shentong alive.

Ten meters, five meters, two meters, one meter, they finally stood behind Zhou Shentong. A Japanese soldier proudly stabbed Zhou Shentong in the butt with a knife. Zhou Shentong was concentrating on aiming, and the stinging pain in his butt made him

With a sudden start, he turned over and saw four Japanese soldiers with strange equipment pointing knives and guns at him. They looked at him with grins and smiles. One of the Japanese soldiers had blood dripping from the tip of his sword.

At this moment, Zhou Shentong had forgotten the pain in his butt, and was breaking out in a cold sweat. His only action was to grab the grenade on his body, but he was stabbed in the arm by a Japanese soldier with a knife. It was hard and accurate. It seemed that their martial arts skills were good.

Not bad either.

One of the Japs shook his head, and the other two stepped forward and quickly tied up Zhou Shentong. Zhou Shentong tried to struggle but to no avail, and soon his hands were turned behind his back and tied tightly. Zhou Shentong felt regretful at this moment.

Ah, he remembered what Indifferent told him. Under any circumstances, he should first pay attention to the dangers around him. But today he only focused on fighting the Japanese and completely forgot that there were many Japanese around him. He was actually captured alive by the Japanese, even with all his strength.

There is no chance, which is a great shame and humiliation for him.

Several Japs unloaded Zhou Shentong's equipment, and one Japs put away his sniper rifle, looked around, touched, took aim again, and praised loudly.

"Good guns, good guns. I didn't expect the Eighth Route Army to have such good guns."

Several Japs looked at each other, and one of them put a gun against Zhou Shentong's chest.

"Bah!" He made a sound in his mouth and shook the gun hard, almost knocking Zhou Shentong down. Zhou Shentong looked at him angrily and cursed with fire in his eyes.

"I am your eighth generation ancestor. If you have the ability, you can challenge me to a duel."

The little devils looked at each other. Obviously most of them didn't understand what Zhou Shentong said, but it could be seen from his eyes that he was swearing. The two devils stepped forward and slapped Zhou Shentong several times, and kicked him several times. There was blood.

From the corner of Zhou Shentong's mouth, the fire of hatred in his eyes became even stronger.

"He wants to fight with us alone, should we play with him, but remember, don't kill him, keep him alive." A Japanese man knew more about Chinese. He understood Zhou Shentong's words and spoke in Japanese.

explained.

"Hahahaha..." The other three Japs looked at Zhou Shentong and laughed wildly. They did not take him seriously. Zhou Shentong also stared at them. He knew some Japanese, but at the moment he did not want to speak to them in Japanese.

Said, because he feels that he is Chinese.

"Okay, let's play with him there." A Japanese soldier pointed to a flat grassland in the middle of the pine forest down the slope and said.

They took Zhou Shentong to the grassland and searched his body again. He only had a narrow and thin knife on him, which he was accustomed to using, and a pack of lock-picking tools that he always carried with him.

, but the Japanese couldn’t understand what it was, so they searched it and threw it aside, and then untied him.

Zhou Shentong stretched his muscles and bones, and secretly used the Fusion Yang Divine Skill. Although he only practiced it to the basic level, it was very helpful in restoring physical fitness and energy.

A Japanese soldier took a step forward with a sword in hand. Zhou Shentong looked at him and waved to him.

"Weapons, he doesn't have weapons." This Japanese guy is very much in the spirit of Bushido.

"Give him his sword back." said the Japanese who could speak Chinese. Another Japanese soldier threw Zhou Shentong's short sword to Zhou Shentong. Zhou Shentong took the sword and his confidence increased greatly. He was used to using this sword.

Just like his hand, if it is missing, he will lose an arm in battle.

Zhou Shentong waved the knife a few times, and then waved to the little devil. At this time, the little devil no longer hesitated, swooped up with the knife, and slashed Zhou Shentong's chest. Zhou Shentong saw that the blade was not far away from him.

He had already ducked out of the way a long time ago, and his lightness kung fu was unmatched by anyone except Indifferent in the Wolf Soul.