Sun Hunter

At this moment, Fujita Yuo was still thinking about how to kill Yang Siyuan and earn his life, but his inner defense line had been completely destroyed, and his body gradually stopped obeying his own orders. It seemed that the god of death had clung to his body and was devouring his body.

Life. But he was still trying hard to survive, blocking Yang Siyuan's spear that was stabbing him like a rainstorm.

After a few more rounds, Fujita's left arm and right leg were cut open by Yang Siyuan's silver spear. The flesh and blood were turned over and blood flowed. Yang Siyuan just wanted to kill him slowly without thinking of killing him with one shot.

, and also to guard against his sudden counterattack, so under Lingli's offensive, the breaking points were chosen to be in positions that would affect Fujita Yuo's actions without being fatal.

He was caught in Indifferent's trap and was forced to suffer serious internal injuries. In addition, he quickly pulled out the flying knife on his left palm before it came. Now his left arm and right leg were severely injured. Death was approaching step by step, and murderous intent gradually appeared on his face.

After retreating, what was replaced was paleness and timidity. The arrogant and arrogant look in China in the past has been completely lost.

Fujita Xiong was just retreating in the face of Yang Siyuan's attack. He was physically and mentally exhausted and had no fighting spirit. However, Xuelin did not pay attention to samurai principles. He watched Fujita Xiong keep retreating and took the opportunity to shine on his left calf.

A fierce bite, this bite was hard and accurate on Fujita's calf, and it was the leg that was affected by the force. Fujita screamed in pain, and the force on his leg was no longer strong, and his body fell backwards.

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Yang Siyuan also seized the opportunity. He jumped up and pierced Fujita's right wrist with the silver gun in his right hand. With a flick of the gun, a bloody hole was drilled into Fujita's right hand. At the same time, he knocked with his left pistol, causing Fujita's right hand to suffer pain.

The fallen katana was hit more than ten meters away.

At this time, Xue Lin had already jumped away and was staring at Fujita Yue from two meters away. Fujita Xiong was hurt from the front and back and fell down on the grass. His hands were trembling. He didn't know whether he should cover his right wrist with his left hand or his calf with his right hand. Anyway, he should cover his right wrist.

It’s all pain upon pain.

Yang Siyuan took a step forward, the tip of the gun was directly close to Fujita Xiong's throat, and shouted loudly:

"You damn Fujita, why don't you retreat? Remember, today is your death anniversary next year."

He laughed indifferently, walked forward and said:

"What's the use of a dead person remembering the anniversary of his death? Could he still burn paper for himself?"

"Captain, this is what I read in the book, haha." Yang Siyuan also laughed. This time he was smarter, and his eyes did not leave Fujita Yuan at all when he laughed. But at this moment, Fujita Yuan's face was pale due to blood loss.

, his limbs were severely injured, and there was still room to fight back, but he just stared at his resentful, even somewhat regretful eyes as he looked at Yang Siyuan indifferently.

Fujita Yu regrets it now. This result was something he never expected. A team of hundreds of people, including the elite special attack team he led, all died in this exotic jungle valley. From the number of people to weapons and equipment, combat experience

, their training quality was far higher than that of the Chinese who defeated them, but the final result was that their entire army was annihilated.

Only at this moment did he truly feel that the Chinese were scary, and the angry bloody Chinese were even more frightening.

The Chinese are kind and full of tolerance, but this kindness and tolerance are often trampled upon by foreign invaders. However, in order to defend their homeland, their own nation sacrifices everything and even sacrifices.

It is this fearless spirit of sacrifice that has forged the tenacity and perseverance of the Chinese nation. Any invasion by a powerful enemy will only result in failure.

"Fujita Yu, do you have anything else to say now? Didn't you just shout that you had something to say?"

Approaching Fujita Yuanran indifferently, looking at his pale and pitiful face, he said with a smile.

"The Taihang Magic Sword, you guys are no match for me. Three of you will fight one." Fujita Yuo said with some difficulty as he stared at Mo Ran.

"Damn it, we were defeated by force. It was four against two at the beginning. Why the hell didn't you say that at that time?" Yang Siyuan became angry when he heard this, and shouted before he could reply indifferently.

"But that wolf sneaked up on me." Fujita Yuo rolled his eyes and said quibly. He really couldn't find any more eloquent reason.

"Hahahaha, because it is a Chinese wolf, it likes to bite little Japanese devils." Mo Ran laughed happily when he heard about Xuelin.

"Ba Ge, you... you... are despicable."

"Despicable, haha, I think the most despicable indifferent is you Fujita Yu. I gave you a chance to commit suicide, but you looked for opportunities to kill people. However, this is also the nature of you Japanese, so you are a despicable nation and are not suitable to be associated with anyone.

The nation discusses this issue." He still smiled and said to Fujita Yu.

After hearing this, Fujita Yuo was even more angry and trembling all over. He also recognized the winner and the loser, but he regretted not taking the opportunity to commit suicide. Looking at Yang Siyuan's terrifying eyes staring at him, he was afraid that he would have to die now.

Under Yang Siyuan's random gunfire.

"Captain, why don't you talk nonsense to him? Let me understand him."

"Wait a minute, Taihang Magic Sword, I have one last request, please agree to it." Fujita Xiong said with a look of pleading in his eyes.

He looked at him indifferently and said:

"Say it, but no request can save your life."

"I...I just ask to die by your sword. I am convinced to die by your Taihang Magic Sword, please." After speaking, Fujita Xiong held the tip of Yang Siyuan's spear and saluted to Indifferent.

Looking at Yang Siyuan indifferently, Yang Siyuan was also looking at him. From Yang Siyuan's eyes, he saw the hatred in Siyuan's eyes. If the hatred brought by Bai Weiwei's death could not be vented, it would have a profound impact on Yang Siyuan in the future, so he

He looked at Fujita Yu with contempt and said:

"I'm sorry, I never agree to any request from the Japanese unless I want to, but I don't want to now. Xuelin, let's go."

After saying that, he went to the snow forest and walked towards the cave.

"Taihang Magic Sword, wait..."

Before he could finish his words, screams were heard, accompanied by Yang Siyuan's roars.

"This shot belongs to Weiwei, this shot belongs to Zhou Shentong, this shot belongs to Dong Tiezhu, this shot belongs to Brother Erbao..."

Listening indifferently to Yang Siyuan counting the names of his fallen comrades one by one, his heart ached like a knife. He could no longer walk, and his legs felt as if they were filled with lead. They were so heavy that he could not lift his steps. He lifted

Looking at the sky, his eyes rolled down his face. Through the tears, he seemed to see his vivid comrades smiling and waving to him from the sky.

Gradually, he could no longer hear the sounds behind him. He stood there quietly, letting tears wash down his face.