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After seeing this skull on the other side, they became a little restless. Obviously, their purpose was it! It was the highest secret in the North Manchuria Fortress.

"kouloiyo!" A little Japanese shouted loudly across from him.

Wushuang shrank back Kaba Kaba's eyes: "What did he say? What does it mean?"

Suddenly, the rain of bullets on the opposite side swept over again. This time, the other party seemed to be crazy and wanted to drain all the bullets in his hand in an instant.

"Damn! It seems they are going to take action seriously. Isn't it? Bartel, smashed this skull for me!" Wushuang was also anxious. He knew that he would probably be a martyr in this fight. Since he couldn't get it, he would definitely not let the little Japanese get this skull.

The Japanese know the insidious Wushuang very well. I guess after they get this skull, maybe Keiyu Kawashima, the turtle boy, would have to claim to be the thief Wushuang who was hired by them to help them get back. At that time, his own people will die and they will be labeled as a stolen country.

At this moment, I suddenly heard dense gunshots coming from the right side of Linzi. Wushuang knew the guns more well. Judging from the dense gunshots, the group of people used all the most advanced Belgian p90 submachine guns at that time.

The situation turned around in an instant. There were fifty or sixty people rushing in from the east of Linzi. They were all wearing black suits and big sunglasses. Without saying a word, they aimed at the direction where the little Japanese was hiding, and there were people behind them carrying a rocket shot.

Under the suppression of powerful artillery fire, the Japanese side also suffered heavy casualties. However, in order to obtain the skull, the rampant Japanese did not choose to retreat, and they had the intention to fight to the last moment.

"Damn, Batel, are you okay? Where did you get so many Belgian goods? It seems that you can't get it for money now, right?" Wushuang thought these black suits were from Batel.

"Young Master, aren't you burying me? Isn't that your person?" Bartel asked him the same.

The two looked at each other with confusion, where did the gods from the sky come from? They have no other acquaintances in inner and outer Mongolia? It is impossible for someone to do such a big move to save them, right? You know, no matter if they win or lose, they will have to negotiate with Mongolia in the end, and they will definitely have to spend a lot of money to deal with the matter. If it is serious, it will easily cause disputes between the two countries.

This group of black suits gradually gained the upper hand because of the more sophisticated weapons than the Japanese. Taking advantage of the cover of firepower, a familiar figure ran over.

While running, he ordered his subordinates, "Kill! Kill them all! Never leave a living!" The person who came was Tong Jianing.

"Brother Jianing, why is it you?" Wushuang said in surprise.

"Boy, you don't have to thank me. It was my father who asked me to save you!"

"Tong Sixi? Where is he?"

"My father didn't come, let me tell you that this group of Japanese people was assigned by their domestic left-wing forces to cooperate with Keiyu Kawashima. I'm afraid that they will not give up after rescuing you this time, so that you can quickly leave this place of right and wrong!" Tong Jianing said.

"Okay, thank you then."

The two sides gathered together and started a crazy counterattack. Tong Sixi was very smart. Before leaving, Jianing instructed him to take action at the most difficult time in Wushuang, otherwise I would not appreciate it. In addition, the Japanese were extremely vicious, and if they wanted to kill, they would not leave a living mouth to let them know that it was the Tong family who helped the young master behind their backs.

At this time, outside the forest, another team of Bater's horse gang also heard the sound of gunfire and surrounded it, like a big net, wrapping dozens of surviving little Japanese in the middle, killing all the guns.

Tong Jianing was afraid that there would be a living thing, so he asked his subordinates to clean the battlefield. Whether they were dead or not, they had to shoot each corpse on the forehead.

"This group of Japanese people followed you all the way from Keiyu Kawashima's private club, and we are behind them." Tong Jianing said.

Wushuang owed a favor that he shouldn't have owed this time. He would rather owe Nalan Hong than have too much connection with Tong Sixi. Unexpectedly, he was rescued by others when he was hiding from the left and right.

"You don't have to thank me. You saved my dad last time, and we're even this time!"

Wushuang asked him: "Jianing, your Tong family is so powerful? Do you dare to lead people to kill people in Mongolia? How did you end this matter?"

"You don't have to worry about this. My father had already invested in the construction of two railways in Mongolia last year, which was very close to their domestic royal family. They would not make things difficult for us. Besides, Japan also entered Mongolia during World War II. Do you think the Mongols don't hate them?" It turned out that Tong Sixi left a way out for himself a year ago.

This old fox is really scheming. He killed the Japanese devils and did the good guys. In the end, the murder charges would probably be borne by himself. Keiyuki Kawashima would hate himself even more.

"You will depend on yourself for the rest, take care of yourself!" Tong Jianing was very disgusted with Wushuang. If it weren't for the mission he sent this time, he wouldn't want to save Wushuang. He would have hoped that Wushuang would be shot to death by the little Japanese. However, since he completely turned against the little Japanese in Siberia last time, he and Wushuang have had a common enemy.

"My little brother, who is this person? Why is he so annoying to speak?" Bartel glared at Tong Jianing.

"He is Tong Sixi's son. You don't think that they are rich and powerful! Well, we can't give in. Don't say anything. Make money well in the future. If you don't have some hard credit, you may not be able to stand up!" Wushuang called on all the brothers to quickly organize the battlefield. Naturally, all the weapons and equipment left by the little Japanese were all the Dongmeng Horse Gang. Tong Jianing looked down on him at all.

The monster was indeed much more powerful than Wushuang imagined. After crawling out of the North Manchurian Fortress, he felt the sad wounds were as painful as tearing, but because Tong Jianing was nearby, he couldn't complain. After annihilation of the little Japanese, the wound on his back was torn open again.

"My little master, what's wrong with your back? Ya'er? Why did you get so much blood?" Bartel convinced Wushuang and frowned when he saw it. Wushuang's back had become a bloody gourd. He didn't take it seriously just now. Now, if he didn't deal with it, he might have planted the root of the disease.

"I'm fine, please choose the casualties, grandma, this group of Japanese real murderers. Sorry Anda, let your brothers be a frenzy for me."
Chapter completed!