Time Traveler

What happened was so incredible that everyone at the scene was stunned. The people under the stage were silent, the Japanese machine gunner on the wall held the **** of the rifle in a daze, and the chin of the imperial cooperating guard fell to the ground. Hashimoto on the stage The captain was also stunned, and the saber stopped in the air and couldn't go down.

　　 Zhao Ziming couldn't see his eyes, and his ears moved. He couldn't tell who the voice belonged to. He couldn't guess which hero was so proud and dared to rob the field under the eyes of the devil.

　　 There was a fire in the tent, and the smoke was soaring into the sky. The musicians drummed their cheeks and played suona, creating a majestic atmosphere. They had to be instructed, no matter what happened, the playing could not be stopped, and the head would be beheaded.

　　 Under the city wall in the distance, Ji Yuqian and Guan Lu saw this scene from a distance, and Mr. Ji said bitterly: "This is a force to play, you can score 100 points."

　　 The audience was shocked, only the old Cheng Tou understood what was going on. He pulled out the gun and shouted in a sad tone: "Yue Wumu has revealed his spirit, kill the devil!"

As soon as the voice fell, Liu Yan, who was flying in the clouds, changed hands and threw the flower gun with a javelin throw. The flower gun suddenly turned into a flash of lightning and penetrated the chest of Captain Hashimoto wearing a white shirt, and nailed him to the wooden floor of the stage. Up, the barrel of the gun was still trembling.

　　 The military police captain's saber came out and flew in the air. When Yue Wumu's figure moved, he immediately reached the stage, reached out his hand to catch the saber, and struck Zhao Ziming twice, and the rope broke.

　　 The Japanese soldiers finally reacted. They raised their guns and aimed at the people in the robbery field, and they were about to open fire. Old Chengtou had been eyeing them long ago. He raised his gun and shot, and the Devil Soldier fell to the ground.

The young Cheng Shuanzhu thought he was alone in the robbing field, but he didn't expect someone to take the lead. He didn't think much about it. He drew his gun and fired. The Yue Wumu on the stage carried Commander Zhao and landed in the crowd, and he called Cheng Shuanzhu. Said: "Save people!"

　　 Liu Yanzhi didn't know the young Cheng Shuanzhu, but he could guess that this person was the old head of Cheng when he was young. Only by handing Zhao Ziming to him can he let go and kill the devils boldly.

　　 During the fierce battle, there is no need for greetings and explanations. Cheng Shuanzhu stepped forward and took Zhao Ziming's hand: "Uncle, follow me!"

　　 Captain Hashimoto was not dead yet, he was just nailed to the ground, and he was still there. He watched the chaos in the city. He deployed a lot of troops, but he still couldn't prevent the enemy. He couldn't swallow it.

The other Japanese officers finally reacted. The machine guns on the city wall began to fire, shooting indiscriminately the ordinary people watching the excitement under the stage. A large number of waiting Japanese and Imperial Army rushed out of the barracks. All four city gates in Nantai were closed and locked. It is easy to robbery, but difficult to get out of the city.

There was a scream around the stage. The people were suffering. They wanted to watch the beheading show, but they became a ghost under the gun. The troupe's music stopped. Everyone fled, but the fire on the wall was too fierce. The stubble spectator was knocked down like a mowing.

Liu Yan was furious, and ascended to the wall in the air. He raised his saber and slashed left and right. He used Captain Hashimoto’s family heirloom sword, a two-hundred-year-old Tachibana Maru. It was extremely sharp, killing without seeing blood. The Japanese army was densely formed, and the spears couldn't be fired. Liu Yan's rise of straight cutting was really like cutting melons and vegetables, harvesting his head, abruptly killing a blood alley.

As soon as the machine guns on the wall stopped, the common people had a way to survive. They fleeed, but the devils from the barracks stopped them again. The well-trained Japanese soldiers either kneeled or lay down, and kept pulling the bolt. When they fired, they couldn't tell who the anti-Japanese elements were, and they would rather kill by mistake than let it go.

"Lie down, all fall down, don't run around." A man dressed as a farmer shouted loudly. He is Ye Xuefeng, political commissar of the Eighth Route Army, who sneaked into Nantai to prevent Cheng Shuanzhu from doing stupid things. The development of the situation exceeded his estimate. I had to expose my identity to protect the common people. Ye Xuefeng was also a sharpshooter. He shouted while shooting, killing the commanding Japanese captain.

Liu Yan straightly chopped down the Japanese soldiers on the south gate and sat in front of the heavy machine guns and began to flaunt them. The fierce bullet rain beat the devils in the city to the ground. Taking advantage of this gap, the old Cheng head waved to his young self: "Get in the car. !"

　　The young Cheng Shuanzhu pulled Zhao Ziming towards the car. Guan Lu opened the door early, and the two jumped into the car. Ji Yuqian stepped on the accelerator and rushed out. The old Cheng headed back and shouted at Ye Xuefeng: "Political commissar Ye, shit!"

Ye Xuefeng reacted quickly. He jumped on the car pedal with a stride, held the speed machine and leveled the sweep. Twenty rounds of bullets were swept out in an instant, knocking the dog at the gate of the city over, and the car smashed through the railing and ran wildly on the dirt road. .

Liu Yan had finished shooting bullets. He could not operate the Type 92 heavy machine gun, and could not continue to load the bullets. The devils took the opportunity to scream and kill. He looked around, took off the small melon grenades from the corpse, and threw them one after another. This is not enough. He jumped off the top of the city again, dressed in a long skirt and rushed over, his beard fell off, and the paint on his face was also spent, revealing his true colors.

A tragic hand-to-hand battle unfolded, the devil soldiers had a muscle, and they hadn't realized who they had met. They still dogmatically withdrew the bullets and used the bayonet to deal with Liu Yanzhi. It was simply a dish to the door, and there was no suspense about the outcome. , For a moment the head rolled.

The morale of the devils was completely disintegrated. As for the Imperial Army, they could not hold their guns for a long time. The original cultural quality of eating food and serving as a soldier was low, basically illiterate, Liu Yanzhi's appearance combined with supernatural power, and the old head of Cheng. That voice really made them think that Yue Wumu had gone down to earth, and ordinary people were fighting with gods, isn't that just looking for death.

Liu Yanzhi killed more than fifty devil soldiers. The Tachibana Maru is very useful. The moment when the cervical vertebra is cut off, the hand feels very beautiful. The floor is full of headless corpses wearing yellow woolen uniforms. He is dressed in white and blue. Bian’s costume and armor also turned into a big red robe. Gunshots were no longer heard in the county town. The Japanese finally discovered that bullets were useless to this monster. The huge fear made them lose the courage to continue fighting, and they all shrank in the corner. Trembling.

　　 Captain Hashimoto on the stage was not dead yet, his legs twitched unconsciously, his godless eyes looked at the red armor **** man in front of him, a string of blood bubbles was spit out in his mouth, and he muttered, "Who are you?"

　　 Liu Yan didn't answer directly. He raised the knife and dropped it. Hashimoto's head flew away. He grabbed him and flew away, flying away in the clouds under the gaze of thousands of eyes in the county.

The people all knelt down, and the Imperial Union army also knelt down, one by one, one by one, Yue Fei, Yue Wu, and Mu Xianling rescued Commander Zhao. This shows that Commander Zhao should not be killed, and China should not die. We have witnessed it. The people involved in this incident spread the story of Yue Wumu’s robbery in the shortest possible time. When it was spread to Chongqing, it had changed its taste. With the rumor, Yue Wumu became Zhao Zilong, but the main story line did not. After the change, Chairman Chiang is a Christian. Naturally, he would not believe this rumor, but he understood the importance of propaganda and ordered the propaganda department to adapt this story into a drama. This is not to be mentioned.

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　　 The car was speeding on the dirt road. Ji Yugan almost broke the accelerator. Guan Lu looked nervously at the rear window from time to time. The thing they worried most did not happen. The Japanese motorcycle team and horse team did not appear.

　　 Old Cheng Tou and Ye Xuefeng stood on the car pedals on both sides with guns on guard, Guan Lu sat in the passenger seat, Cheng Shuanzhu took the oil bottle and cotton swab to help Zhao Ziming wipe his eyes.

　　 "Dear heroes, I am thankful for saving my life. When it is useful to me, Zhao Ziming, I will say a word." Commander Zhao had just climbed back from the gate of the ghost, still without fear and carelessly.

　　 Ye Xuefeng also asked: "Which part are you from?"

　　 Ji Yu said dryly: "Which part of the anti-Japanese people should care about it?"

　　 Guan Lu also said: "We are Chinese, that's enough."

　　 Ye Xuefeng said: "I am Ye Xuefeng from the Jiangbei Detachment of the Eighth Route Army. I am fortunate to meet you all. I have the opportunity to invite you to the Daqingshan base area for a comment. I have something to do. Commander Zhao will leave it to you, tie the column and take care of your uncle."

　　 Zhao Ziming heard Ye Xuefeng’s voice and exclaimed: "What are you going to do, I won’t die, let’s drink."

　　 Ye Xuefeng endured forbearance and said, "Ziming, do you know what day is today?"

　　 "Today is the day when Lao Tzu beheaded, and it is also the day when Lao Tzu is reborn."

　　 "Xiao Wei gave birth today." Ye Xuefeng said, "You can recover from the injury before going back. I'll go first." After finishing jumping off the speeding car, he strode off.

　　 Ji Yu did a kick and stopped, and asked Zhao Ziming: "Where?"

　　 Zhao Ziming stayed for a while, tears came from the tiger's eyes: "I'm sorry for their mothers."

　　The young boy Cheng Shuanzhu said: "Uncle, I will pick up my aunt and baby~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Let’s continue to play in Japan with a happy life."

　　Old Chengtou said angrily: "Nonsense! Doing eight is the right way."

　　The young boy Cheng Shuanzhu looked at the old man sideways, unconvinced and afraid to contradict him.

　　Zhao Ziming smiled and said: "The road leads to the sky, go to each side, can there be no way for us to survive, first go back to our 13th Route Army headquarters."

The so-called Commander Zhao is a self-appointed official title, and Zhao Ziming is the commander of the 13th Route of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army. There are actually more than a dozen people under him, but the surrounding areas of Nantai are so rich that no one dares not give him face. Escaped from the Japanese execution ground, and his reputation is even more prestigious. When he leaves the county, he is equal to the dragon returning to the sea.

The county seat is the world of the Japanese, and outside the city is the guerrilla territory. Along the highway, fewer than fifty people shoot. The devils dare not walk around. The fuel tank of the car bottomed out. Everyone abandoned the car and walked to the neighborhood. In the village, only the teenager Cheng Shuanzhu was left to respond to Liu Yanzhi.

Half an hour later, Liu Yan rode straight to the horse, still dressed in costumes, blood-stained clothing, Hashimoto's head tied to the saddle, with a Toyo sword on his waist, and a crooked handle in his hand. The mix and match style impressed the young boy Cheng Shuanzhu. Immediately bowed down to Ma Xia: "Grandpa Yue, the little one kowtows to you."

　　 Liu Yanzhi laughed, "Get up and lead the way."

　　 The young man got up with his head high, held his chest high, and took the reins with endless pride, helping Yue Wumu to lead the horse, which was the good fortune of eight lifetimes.

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