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A waning moon hangs above the sky in the southeast corner, the stars are dim, and the entire city of Nanjing is pitch black. Only in the few places occupied by the Japanese army, there are some dim lights.

The power supply facilities in Nanjing have been damaged so much. All the electric lights have become decorations, and the only lighting facilities are only candles! Of course, if you are in the wild, you will have more choices. Piles of bonfires are burning, illuminating the big square in front of Jiuzhou Hotel, just like daytime, and a group of Japanese soldiers are resting there.

On this cold winter night, it is really a rare luxury to be able to have a bunch of burning bonfires to keep warm. Except for the Japanese devils, other people rarely dare to light the fire at night to keep warm. They can only endure the cold wind and add a layer of warm clothes.

There were not many of these Japanese devils, about 200 people. They were making loud noises and lively discussing how many Chinese people were killed and how many gold and jewelry they robbed during the day. Some people even took them out to show off each other. The dazzling array of gems and pearls radiated a soft and charming light against the backdrop of the fire.

The Japanese took a sip of sake and ate the roasted hot rice balls, and lived a free and easy life, as if they were like a god. Yamamoto Rioren was the captain of the captain here. Originally, his squadron had only more than 170 people, but during the day he met another squadron halfway. Their squadron was unfortunately killed, so they rested together at night.

Yamamoto Rioren looked at the two soldiers who were comparing each other with a smile. There were still a few drops of solidified blood on their gold jewelry, which was very eye-catching. Yamamoto Rioren suddenly felt uneasy, but he didn't know why. He instinctively wanted to remind everyone to pay attention to safety, but the face of the emperor made him unable to say it. After all, he has not even seen the enemy's face now. If he says it, it will inevitably be alarmist.

If there were only his own team members, it would be fine, but Yamamoto Rioren was unwilling to lose face in front of another squadron.

He threw down the rice ball that had been bitten half, stood up, and looked around. The surroundings were dark and there was nothing. The person next to him was drunk a little. Seeing Yamamoto's appearance, he teased and said, "Squadron Captain, what are you looking at? There is no flower girl here, hahaha!"

Yamamoto frowned and looked at him and said, "You can get drunk even if you have sake, you are really promising!"

Youmo stood up while shaking, holding a bottle of wine in one hand. The bottle swayed from side to side, and some wine sprinkled out and poured on the bonfire. The fire exploded, and the flames rose more than two feet high, lit the clothes of Youmo.

Youmo panicked and slapped the clothes on his body, and threw the bottle away. The bottle flew through an arc and fell more than ten meters away.

Surprisingly, the bottle did not fall to the ground and smashed it. One hand suddenly stretched out and caught the bottle just right, and even the wine did not splash out.

This little episode did not attract the attention of the Japanese. All their minds were attracted by Yumo's ugly behavior and burst into laughter. Yamamoto Rioren looked at Yumo's ugly behavior with laughter and tears, and wanted to go up to support him, but Yumo was swaying on the fire and sparks flew everywhere, causing the people next to him to keep avoiding and scolding!

The man who caught the bottle slowly stepped forward two steps and laughed, "You guys are having a lot of fun, I'll make you happier!"

Under the vague starlight, you can see that this man only has one arm, which is the old radish. He looked energetic, his injuries had healed, and he would be thrown away without a trace when he escaped from the Presidential Palace.

Lao Luo smiled grimly, shook hands and fists, then suddenly opened his five fingers and shouted, "Explode!" The Japanese fire suddenly exploded, and the still burning matches scattered in an instant.

The Japanese were originally squatting on the ground to keep warm, but the explosion immediately made them mess up. The fires exploded one by one. In just ten seconds, all the fifteen bonfires in the square exploded. The dead branches and wood that were still burning sprinkled on their faces, and it was not a big deal to protect their heads and faces in time. If they were slow, then their hair and eyebrows were burned at this moment, and the smell of batter was floating on the scene.

During the rest, the Japanese guns were not placed by their side, but were stacking rifles together in a unified manner. At this moment, the Japanese howled and crawled towards the guns. At this moment, Aunt Amaterasu did not have a rifle that could give them a sense of security.

When they arrived, they found that the gun was flying like wings. The old radish raised his hand, and hundreds of rifles pointed their guns downwards and suddenly fell.

The old radish roared and rushed into the crowd. A bracelet woven with golden silk wrapped around her wrist was like a spiritual snake spitting a letter. It quickly faded from her wrist and floated in the air. The old radish pointed her hand and the golden thread rushed away, leaving a golden afterglow in the air.

The golden silk thread flew across the air, as if it was agile and free as if it was flying in the air. The silk thread penetrated through the ear holes and then shot out from the back of the head. Because the speed was as fast as thunder, the Japanese had no time to react. Some even didn't even know what happened, so they covered their heads and fell to the ground and twitched in pain.

The rifle thrown into the air by the old radish, the bayonet and shining at the tip of the spear fell rapidly from the air, nailing several soldiers who had no time to escape to the ground. At first, they would scream one or two screams, and then they would silently flow in the square. The Japanese were both jealous and thought they had provoked ghosts and gods.

Lao Luo took the lead and the reinforcements smashed it down. In an instant, he opened a Japanese man. The broken glass had no time to land. The old Luo Luo's mind was urging him and rushed forward like a bullet out of the barrel, directly shooting another Japanese man into a hornet's nest. Dozens of broken glass stabbed his chest like a broken linen.

Yamamoto Yugen stared at Lao Luobo coldly, but the fire was wiped out by Lao Luobo. Now only a little red light was left on the ground in the entire square. Except for seeing a figure fighting the Japanese, Yamamoto Yugen couldn't even see what the old radish looked like.

The turtle box in Yamamoto's hand kept moving left and right, but it was difficult to catch the figure of Lao Luo. He did not dare to look at the gun at will, otherwise it would definitely attract the attention of the god of killing. He only had one chance to shoot, and he must hit it with one shot.

The soldiers around Yamamoto Rioren kept falling down with wailing. At this moment, Yamamoto Rioren felt that the wailing sounds of the imperial warriors were no different from those of the Chinese.

Until his loyal and brave soldier died, Yamamoto Rioren didn't even know the reason. She could only think out of thin air that the man in front of her was the magic of the man. As long as he could kill Lao Luo, his soldiers might be saved.

Lao Luo crushed a Japanese Adam's apple with one claw, and he felt very happy. The massacre of these weak guys made him breathe a sigh of relief.

With a bang, Lao Luobu felt a stern. Before he could dodge, a bullet slammed over his shoulder, only ten centimeters away from his head.

Lao Luo's eyes turned and fell down with a bang. He fell to the ground. Yamamoto Rioren was confused. Has he killed the wizard? But why did the warriors of the empire still die? He threw away his pistol, drew out his samurai sword, and prepared to fight this ghost-like enemy to the end.

From when, he was the only one left in the square. Yamamoto Rioren took a step forward and stepped on a person's head and almost fell down. He quickly supported the ground with one arm, but he happened to be facing the dead man under his feet. Yamamoto Rioren had never seen the dead man's thorn, but he almost vomited it out. This man was Yumoto, with one eye open, and the other eye became a blood hole. A gray brain was slowly leaving behind from his eye sockets, covering half of Yumo's face. If Yumo had not had a very unique personality, Yamamoto could hardly recognize him.

Yamamoto quickly stood up, waved his command knife randomly, and howled wildly: "Come out, you coward, come out and fight me to the death!"
Chapter completed!