The motorcyclists did not dare to slack off. Ignition U-turn and honk wildly. Rush north in the flow of people and vehicles. Because Jiang Haoran has been "killed". The news spread like the wind. One by one, the Japanese soldiers happily shared their joy. Talking about the wonderful process. No one had their minds set on a wounded soldier. Jiang Haoran was lying "weakly" in the motorcycle bucket. I pressed the walkie-talkie in my backpack on my chest. OK. It's still there. Of course. This is the backpack of a Japanese sniper. When on a stretcher. Two stretcher bearers tried to remove his backpack. He was stopped. For snipers. Equipment is undoubtedly his second life. How can outsiders be allowed to move freely? So stretcher bearers can also understand. just helped Jiang Haoran carry the backpack on his chest. so that he could lie on a stretcher.

Directions for motorcycles. It happened to be to the Fuchang Hotel. As long as you can get anywhere. Jiang Haoran's "surprise soldiers" can help him get out. Of course. Jiang Haoran prefers that the hospital will be on the Yangtze River Road. You'll have a better chance of getting out that way.

But imagination is always beautiful. The reality is always cruel in one way or another.

Jiang Haoran left for less than ten minutes. Hiji Dohara rushed to the scene as soon as possible.

"Jiang Haoran" was lying on all fours on the ground. The whole body is basically full of holes. Knocked down by a grenade. Plus one flew out. He was strafed again by the machine guns and rifles that were waiting for him. Then fell down from the upper floor of more than ten meters high. It's nice to be able to keep it undisintegrated. A military cap was placed over his face. I don't know what it's like next. Or did it later by the Japanese army. Cockade. The white wolf's head was still grinning. It's hideous.

Hikenji Dohara stretched out his fat thighs. Kick off the military hat. A bloody face was revealed. The facial features are basically indistinguishable. Skin to meat. The meat is covered with skin. It's all in the form of a glue. If not an open mouth. A mouthful of big yellow teeth is exposed. No one could tell that it was a face.

Hikenji Tsuchihara looked at this face and suddenly shivered. For he saw that this man had two gold teeth in his mouth.

Although the Japanese soldiers were rampant in China, looting. But most of them fell into the hands of officers of all ranks. In order to be able to bring the looted property back to China legally. Most of the Japanese soldiers were inlaid with gold teeth. This is no secret in the Japanese army. But Jiang Haoran is in a high position. Naturally, there is no need for such tricks to hide belongings. And he was only in his twenties. Natural teeth are good. Then this is

Hikenji Tsuchihara didn't dare to think about it. I don't care about the blood stains of corpses. He bent down and ripped open the corpse's pants. A white hood was revealed. Hikenji Tsuchihara suddenly felt that the world was spinning. Roaring loudly about who had been the first to storm the roof.

Yoshio Watanabe hurriedly stepped forward with his legs together. He told him exactly what he had seen. Hikenji Tsuchihara heard that the sniper still had a Kyoto accent. Immediately understood that this person was Jiang Haoran. actually let him retreat safely in the heavy encirclement of the imperial army. A breath of depression had to come out. Thunderbolt Bala slapped Yoshio Watanabe more than a dozen times. He was ordered to immediately lead men after him. If let him escape again. Let Yoshio Watanabe wash his belly. Prepare for seppuku.

Yoshio Watanabe is like a wounded beast. A face swollen like a pig's head without touching it. He howled hoarsely and led his men to run away. Hikenji Tsuchihara also hurriedly ordered his subordinates. Notify the troops in front to intercept. And be sure to leave a living mouth. Don't cut Jiang Haoran with a thousand knives. It's not enough to relieve the hatred in my heart.

It was only a five-kilometer journey from the Japanese headquarters to the Fuchang Hotel. Motorbikes are usually a few minutes away. But today there are many people and cars on the streets. After walking for more than ten minutes, I only saw the outline of the Fuchang Hotel from afar. And Jiang Haoran was horrified to find out. Soldiers at the front are nervously setting up barricades. Armored vehicles are all out of the way. More soldiers are running to tell each other. Immediately, they all picked up the guns in their hands. Finding the right cover, he looked in his direction. And behind it is also full of voices and shouting. The devils on the road didn't know what was going on. But one by one they began to be alert. Pick up the gun and look around. This makes it harder to navigate already congested roads.

"Rub. It was surrounded again. Jiang Haoran shouted wildly in his heart. There is a Japanese Type 97 sniper rifle in his hand. Drained the five bullets in the gun. I'm afraid I don't even have time to change magazines. It's impossible to kill on your own. I had to activate the emergency plan. Jiang Haoran turned on the walkie-talkie through his backpack. Ranting at the backpack: "Detonate at point A." Detonation at point A. Fast. ”

The Japanese motorcyclist was amazed at the fact that he had just died. It seems that the sniper who is about to die is so angry. Take a side look. I saw that the sniper in the bucket quickly stuffed something into his chest pocket. Then I threw away my backpack. He even held his arm. The strong pull made him fly into the air. Fall directly into the flow of people a few meters away

Jiang Haoran stepped onto the motorcycle. Lie on the fuel tank. One push on the throttle. The motorcycle roared forward. Crush the Japanese soldiers who couldn't dodge directly under the wheels. The news has not yet reached the road. Most of the devils don't know what's going on yet. The panicked shouts and scolding suddenly rang out. Jiang Haoran didn't care. Just rush forward. It is only about 30 miles away from the intersection of Nanjing Avenue and Changjiang Road. There was no movement ahead. Japanese machine guns, rifles. Even the artillery of armored vehicles was already aimed at themselves. It's just that there are still too many Japanese soldiers ahead. They didn't dare to shoot. Jiang Haoran shouted wildly: "Liang Xiaotian, you bastard." You want to kill the old man??"

"Boom, boom."

Jiang Haoran hadn't finished his words. A series of explosions sounded in front of me. Without exception, the detonation point is the manhole cover of the sewers on both sides of the road. Dozens of flames erupted. Like dragons. The waves of fire were mixed with steel, cement, and sand and gravel. Even fragments of manhole covers. Dancing in the sky. The entire area of 100 meters at the intersection of Nanjing Avenue and Changjiang Road was all burned in the fire. The Japanese army that was just waiting for it. The devastating withering and decaying were all drowned in it. And the sound brought by it was even more shattering. Countless houses collapsed on both sides of the street. All the glass shattered. The whole earth was shaking.

Even if Jiang Haoran is more than thirty meters away. The ears were already stuffed with cloth. There are also rubber tires for motorcycles to absorb shocks. I still feel a tightness in my chest. There was also a hint of blood in his mouth. I was going to rush straight through the explosion. Such a shocking scene made him have to urgently step on the brakes. But what he didn't expect was. The car just stopped. A loud "poof" sounded in my ears. Then came an irresistible force from the motorcycle. sent his whole body to half the sky. Don't think about it. Whole-body force. Make an effort to adjust your body. After two somersaults in the air, he landed firmly on the ground. I saw that the body of the motorcycle had been pressed into a pie by most of the manhole cover. And the detached motorcycles also turned out a long way. Bubbling oil is pouring out of the tank.