The next day, at the beginning of Yin, at 3:5, the sky was dark red surging, like the belly of a monster squirming, strange and terrifying. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The enchanting smoke shone brightly, the rumbling and muffled thunder came and went, the smoke of gunpowder was filled, and the demons raged and surging for no reason.

The ground is full of cangs, the walls are ruined, the gunfire is crackling and burning, supporting a small piece of night, following the prestige, a large area is pitch black, wisps of scorched smoke, and there is no trace.

Suddenly, a head stretched out from under the ruins, black and not slippery, if it weren't for those deep eyes, no one would believe that it was a big living person, or a person who was martyred and intact.

Yang Guan's eyes were full of surprise, and he inquired about the flax fall more than 20 meters away, and it had to be said that it was a miracle that the ground could survive.

"Eight grids, quick—" There was a howl in the distance, and the footsteps were clearly audible. Yang Guan wanted to step forward to check the screaming flax fall, and by the way, end his life of sin: "Count your fate, next time you won't have such good luck, spare your life." ”

Yangguan muttered to himself, crawled out of the underground waterway and flashed towards the side courtyard, leaving a pair of frightened and resentful eyes, Inukaiichiro heard and saw the culprit who made the waves.

However, he was helpless, his vocal cords were incomplete, vague, resentment provoked blood gurgling, a pair of dead fish eyes stared at the back, frightened, unwilling, resentful...

Yangguan didn't know that Inukai Ichiro was a flax fall, otherwise he would definitely draw a successful end to this trip, but unfortunately he was soft-hearted and let go of the crazy scum.

Fate is always helpless, not that enemies do not get together, and occasionally similar unbelievable things will happen, which is embarrassing.

However, even if Yangguan slaughters Inuyoichiro, there will be no sense of relief from revenge. Because the beasts raised by dogs have changed beyond recognition, it is not uncommon to kill only an ant.

"Eight grid tooth road, fast, save people, the only living mouth can't die, fast!" The ensign thundered and roared.

"Hey!" Two Japanese soldiers cautiously carry out the rescue, Inukai Ichiro tried his best to express it, but was ignored as an excessive reaction to pain, blinking, moving hands and even writing with his fingers, but unfortunately no one paid attention to the struggle of a dying man, and he could not do so until he fell unconscious.

Yangguan washed in the patio a hundred meters away, bathing in the cool well water, washing buckets and buckets, feeling happy and refreshing inside and out.

Wisps of heat and mist dissipated, and Yangguan returned to the long-lost freshness, as if returning to the comfortable shepherding years, carefree and integrated into nature.

When he was young, he inadvertently climbed to the top of the two-story building, sat cross-legged on the roof, and took out the pure golden shepherd flute, and the wisps of flute sound beat the notes of Jin Ge Miaoman, melodious, surging, and passionate, spreading far away.

"The iron hooves roar, the smoke of gunpowder rushes into the sky, China falls, the ambition stands tall, the butcher's knife is raised, and the heroes are today..."

The wounded soldier of "Flax Fall" was carried to the southwest on a stretcher and hurried under the nose of Yangguan, and the fate of Inukaiichiro was rewritten.

"Hey, come down, Bage, the empire has suffered heavy losses, you dare to play a passionate song, die, die!" The second lieutenant was very annoyed, and his eyes were squandering with a fierce look.

Yang Guan glanced at it, ignored it, and played on his own, causing the second lieutenant to kick the door and try to arrest Cao Chang, who did not listen to the order. Luck sometimes worked, and Yang Guan inadvertently broke into the non-commissioned officer's residence, causing the second lieutenant to misunderstand himself as his own and avoid the danger of shooting.

"Shepherd the wolf lamb, hate the sky, wield a butcher's knife, slaughter the Japanese in the present day, strive to throw, martyrdom feast, and comfort compatriots..."

The pastoral song is played passionately and makes people's blood boil, but at this moment it is extremely harsh for little Japan, which can be described as sprinkling salt on the wound and bloody humiliation.

Enraged, the lieutenant hurried into the courtyard and climbed to the roof, his angry red eyes almost bursting into flames, and the idea of killing was growing.

The Japanese mainland is not monolithic, divided into fierce battles and peace factions, Yangguan's behavior is undoubtedly a pacifist faction, sprinkling salt on the wounds, causing countless soldiers to lose their courage and gradually lose their fighting spirit, the more the second lieutenant thinks about it, the more frightened he becomes.

The smoke of gunpowder is wafting, the smell of burnt paste is full, I don't know when, the silk rain is flying, refreshing the lungs, but unfortunately it still can't cover up the strong smell of war.

"Bage, get down, if you don't come down, I'll kill you, quick!" The second lieutenant was angry, incomplete in five tones, and did not understand Chinese, causing the second lieutenant to listen in horror but at a loss.

Yang Guan raised his eyebrows slightly, his deep eyes were full of contempt, as if watching the performance of an ant before he died, and slowly put away the shepherd flute, but it attracted the sound of greedy swallowing saliva, golden cancan, pure gold shepherd flute is too dazzling.

"Soge, hand over the flute, I'll help you erase the reactionary incident, quick!" The ensign's face was greedy, his eyes lit up, and he kept rubbing his hands, trembling with excitement.

Yangguan knew that there was a great difference between the rich and the poor of the Japanese, the hierarchical slavery system was strict, and the hunger and cold were compelling.

Staring at the second lieutenant, who had been blindly transformed into a ferocious lieutenant by poverty, Yang cared about the cold in his heart, and slowly walked down the roof, with a sneer, the immersion was stained with blood and unforgivable.

"Yo Xi, hurry...", the second lieutenant couldn't wait, his eyes blooming with an extreme copper smell, but he stopped abruptly.

Yang Guan made a feint to throw the shepherd flute, causing the little Japanese lieutenant to panic, and at the same time looked up at the search target, and when he felt that he had been deceived, a cool breeze hit his face.

The cold immersion suddenly made him creepy, and the fear that he had never felt before, the sweat rushed with the sudden tension, and with a crisp click, the neck bone was shattered and died suddenly, and the cold sweat only penetrated the skin.

Yang Guan's hand was like lightning, and his right hand grabbed the second lieutenant's neck and pinched it suddenly, and the battle was resolved in a second, cleanly. There was a soft sound of rustling, and he quickly changed his clothes and walked over the wall to the southwest.

The courtyard fell silent, and when the search team outside discovered the anomaly, Yangguan had already appeared hundreds of meters away, the alarm sounded, and the search force launched again, and a wave of fear spread rapidly.

The wind is blowing, the rain is restless, and it is dripping, with the aftermath of the pastoral song that has not disappeared from the soul of the consolation, like a terrifying network that has risen wildly in the hearts of the Japanese, and the tide of fear has begun.

Yangguan has long made up his mind about Muqu, and is determined to make Muqu a spiritual weapon, a sharp knife that pierces into the minds of the Japanese whenever it sounds, shattering the brains of the inhumane beasts.

The first sound, Yoshino Taro died, more than 100 Japanese soldiers were buried together, how many of them are unknown commanders, the first two grenades in Yangguan were the officer group, and it is estimated that the loss is not small.

At that time, the pastoral song played, little Japan didn't care, thinking that Yangguan was seeking elegance before dying, and didn't take it seriously at all, but launched a fierce attack.

The second time the pastoral song sounded, the entire artillery position was razed to the ground, no squadron was killed or wounded, and there were countless Japanese civilians and ronin, and the losses were extremely heavy.

Under this circumstance, a pastoral song is extremely satirical about little Japan, striking at the arrogance of the Japanese and awakening their vigilance, and this wordless war makes the Japanese panic.

"Eight grid tooth road, comprehensive search, quick!" Nakasa came to the scene in person, with a black and blue face, distorted and out of shape, and he also felt the chill that penetrated the bone marrow.

He trembled all over, the pastoral song insinuated, Jin Ge Iron Horse, vaguely understood the general idea, but he didn't dare to say anything. The opponent is too terrible, calm, dancing on the death line, and every pastoral song.

The mentality, realm and strength shown are extremely terrifying, a person, single-handedly, how destructive the power is, repeatedly succeeds and easily escapes.

"Your Excellency Nakasa, the enemy has infiltrated through the waterway, and traces of escape are waiting to be investigated...... "The soldier was panicked, his eyes flickering.

"Eight grids, bastard, search, search, search with all your might, dig three feet into the ground, get out!" Nakasa was furious, already smelling the smell of seppuku.

Little Japan launched a large-scale search in a panic, and Yangguan cautiously moved closer to the hospital, intelligence, Mike and his wife are the purpose of this trip, and they must not give up.

"Eight grids, search, comprehensive search..."Little Japan pulled the net to search.