Wang Hao showed no concern about this and said: "That's enough."

Tanabe Ikihito couldn't tell what Wang Hao was thinking at all, or whether he understood the murderous intention behind his words.

"Okay, since General Wang Hao has no objection, our trading time will be set at 8 a.m. the day after tomorrow, that is, on the 18th. Is there no problem?"

Wang Hao shook his head and said: "There is no problem at all."

Tanabe Inghito was speechless in his heart, but he kept talking: "In that case, the time has been decided, and the location of the transaction will be at Sunset Slope. Is there no problem?"

When he said these words, Tanabe Seihito stared at Wang Hao.

Sunset Slope, don’t look at the word slope in its name. In fact, it is a very spacious plain with a large enough area.

Tens of thousands of people gathered here, no problem at all.

Of course, the Japanese must have had some considerations and ideas in choosing the location here.

I just wanted to kill Wang Hao in this place, so I fired four sniper rifles at the same time. Even if I escaped the first wave of attacks, he still couldn't escape.

The fat man won't send them off when they get here, other soldiers will send them out.

Yes, it would be easier to leave them alone and kill them easily, but this is against the rules!

Wang Hao nodded, thought for a while and said: "Then find a few good fighters and find a way to fight with them and injure them a little, or break off their right index finger."

Looking at this situation, they can't be separated without a fight.

"Are you all cowards? Are you, the noblest soldiers, still afraid of us little bastards?"

Tanabe was so angry that he couldn't help but feel benevolent.

The Eighth Route Army soldier who was pinned to the ground and had his neck strangled was not to be outdone.

"Come just come, who is afraid of whom?"

In their opinion, this is not a fight at all. It is a bit like a fight between street gangsters and rogues.

It was an Eighth Route Army soldier who broke off the Japanese's fingers and ran over in a hurry.

The requirements of a sniper are too high. If the right index finger is broken, even if it is repaired, it will never be the same as before. If you shoot, you will never be able to return to its peak condition.

The four Eighth Route Army soldiers were unarmed and immediately stopped and raised their hands.

Tanabe Inghito had no choice but to nod and watch.

Wang Hao nodded and said: "It's almost the same. The callus on their right index finger is very thick, and that finger is obviously thicker than the other fingers. This is not something a normal soldier can do. So I think they

They must be snipers. The purpose of their coming here today is to identify someone. As for who they identify, I don't know. I only know that we must nip the danger in the cradle."

Then, they came out like this.

Ever since, the fight ended like this. It turned into a fight between gangsters.

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant Colonel Tanabe, they are not soldiers of my battalion, and I can't persuade them. If they want to compete, let them compete, right? We can just watch from the side. I guess nothing big will happen."

At this moment, something happened suddenly. Several Eighth Route Army soldiers suddenly appeared in the city gate and rushed towards them quickly.

But I didn't expect that the identities of the four of them would be revealed.

Based on the above, there is indeed a high chance that it is a sniper.

There was nothing he could do to stop him when it came to such a matter of face.

"Come just come, are you still afraid of me?"

Soon, 4 versus 4 or 8 people were fighting together.

The last Japanese was knocked to the ground by his opponent and crushed with his feet. Almost all the fingers on his hand were disabled.

After seeing clearly that these people were Japs, the four Eighth Route Army soldiers became furious.

Hearing the cry of cicadas, Tanabe Shenghito already sensed something was wrong and was about to call a halt. Suddenly another Japanese screamed.

This is the difference!

The four Japanese soldiers covered their right hands with their left hands and returned to Tanabe Inghito screaming.

This guy is so cruel. If it's not enough to break one off, he has to break off the second one.

Having said that, it is normal for them to draw their guns when encountering an emergency.

Tanabe Ikihito was speechless and couldn't persuade him even if he wanted to. There was no way, he was not their superior at all.

"Oh my, why are you still hurt? What did you guys do? Come here and apologize to Lieutenant Colonel Tanabe, saying you didn't do it on purpose."

These four Eighth Route Army soldiers, all the Japs were so eloquent in their words. These five Japs were stunned for a moment.

No matter how you look at it, there is only a slight difference, but the actual results are completely different.

If you break off his index finger, he will never be a sniper in his life.

The Eighth Route Army soldier saw that he had broken it by mistake. While he was crying out in pain, he immediately pinned him down, grabbed his index finger, and snapped it off with another click.

These four Japs became more and more angry the more they fought.

There were not many people watching, only twenty or thirty. There were more on the city wall.

This time, the four Eighth Route Army soldiers finally let them go.

Tanabe Inghito's face darkened and he said, "No need. Let's go."

Tanabe Shenghi waved his hand and got into the car with the four guys who were screaming in pain. Under the escort of the Eighth Route Army, the car roared away.

A member of the Eighth Route Army jumped out and started shouting at them.

The fat man asked loudly.

In fact, a professional sniper will definitely not be able to fight professional fighters like them.

If the four of them were serious about fighting these four Japs from the beginning, then the four Japs would definitely not be their opponents.

The 4 versus 4 posture was established.

If you snap off your middle finger, although he can't shoot a gun these days, when he recovers, he will continue to return to his job and cause harm to people.

It was a fair competition, but someone broke off his finger. What could he say? He could only blame his own incompetence.

When they returned, Duan Peng arranged for Fatty to take people to take them out of the city.

It’s over, we’ve hit the road of No. 8.

This is what you did to others first, and they call you back. What's wrong? What can you say?

Since it is a conspiracy, it cannot be put on the table.

"Baga Yalu, you four bastards, I advised you at that time not to act rashly on other people's territory.

Who is he here to recognize?

The fat man looked at Tanabe Inghito, shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, saying that he had nothing to do.

Four Eighth Route Army soldiers screamed.

The fat man nodded and said: "You did a very good job. I will record this credit for you. I will report to the group leader in a moment and record third-class merit for each of you."

However, Wang Hao still said calmly: "No problem."

Four Japs also stood up. It was a one-on-one fight anyway, and they didn't use weapons. They couldn't kill anyone.

Yes, that's right, it was a scuffle.

In this way, you can ensure that you won't hit the wrong person when the time comes.

After saying that, Duan Peng turned around and left.

"You guys come here."

"Thank you, battalion commander, for the compliment."

These four 8-way players looked like wrestlers. They hugged each other and rolled on the ground.

Tanabe Inghito was sitting in the car, looking very ugly along the way.

"Asshole, where did the devil come from?"

One of them shouted in Japanese dialect: "Baga Yalu, who are you? What's the point of holding a gun? Are you capable of challenging me? I hate it most in my life when people point guns at me."

"I give up and you are paralyzed..."

"Baga Yalu, you pointed a gun at me, and I want to fight you, do you dare? Don't worry, I just asked our battalion commander, you are here as envoys, I will not kill you."

"Baga Yalu, do you admit defeat or not? Do you admit defeat or not?"

The fat man nodded with great satisfaction.

These are the four most powerful soldiers in his battalion.

Yes, a finger on his right hand was also broken off, but it was not the index finger that was broken.

When these five Japanese came, Wang Hao did not go to pick them up.

Well, it doesn't matter if the Eighth Route Army sees it. What I'm most afraid of is that it will be embarrassing if it is seen by my own people.

The four Japanese soldiers wanted to cry but had no tears.
To be continued...