Hiromi Kawauchi looked at the person in front of him in confusion.

Every sentence and every word that Meng Shaoyuan said was so gentle and indifferent.

But in Kawauchi Hiromi's ears, it was so frightening to him.

He didn't know why he felt like this.

He is a soldier.

His hands were covered in blood.

Logically speaking, he would not be afraid of anything.

But he was afraid of the man in front of him.

Meng Shaoyuan?

"We lost."

Hiromi Kawauchi leaned on the command knife and tried to stand up: "Thank you for the cigarette. We have lost, but I have not failed. Meng Sang, if you are a warrior, please let us have a fair duel."

"OK."

Unexpectedly, Meng Shaoyuan actually agreed to his request.

He took out a dagger from his traveling bag.

Hiromi Kawauchi smiled contemptuously.

dagger?

This person is so arrogant that he wants to use a dagger against himself?

Even if he was so seriously injured, he couldn't be dealt with by a dagger.

Hiromi Kawauchi adjusted his breathing and tried his best to forget the pain of the wound.

He raised his command knife high, then, with a roar, he limped forward and rushed forward.

Meng Shaoyuan held the dagger in his left hand and said nothing.

When Kawauchi Hiromi was about to rush in front of him.

"boom"!

Gunfire rang out.

Hiromi Kawauchi stopped.

There was blood coming out of his heart.

"Fair? Are you talking to me about fairness?" Meng Shaoyuan smiled, the gun in his right hand was still smoking: "When you massacred unarmed innocent people, did you talk to them about fairness?

Fairness? What is fair in this world? Only the strong have the right to be fair, the weak? Without this right, you are the weak!"

He fired again and emptied the entire magazine.

Hiromi Kawauchi is dead.

There were bullet holes all over his body.

fair?

Are you talking about fairness with Master Meng?

Hiromi Kawauchi is dead.

The Japanese commander who fought from Quezon Bridge to Knighting Street died on the roof of a commercial building.

Meng Shaoyuan packed up his weapons and picked up the travel bag.

He glanced at the national flag behind him again, with a smile on his face.

The war is almost over.

But your own war has just begun now!

…

The Japanese army began to disperse and fight.

Suzuki Masaichi, like his soldiers, felt deep fear.

He is a soldier, a bloodthirsty soldier, how can he feel fear?

The only thing he thinks about now is how to survive.

Actually, it was caused by the fighting in Knighting Street.

He witnessed countless deaths.

Some are the kind that die terribly.

His courage and courage were completely defeated.

Once a person has such an idea, he will be as panicked as a bereaved dog.

The question is, where can he run to?

He had ten people with him.

Everyone could see the officer's fear.

This emotion is contagious.

Suzuki Masaru gave an order to find some sets of local civilian clothes.

He wanted to use this chance to escape.

However, the two people he sent out to look for clothes never came back.

Was he caught by the US military, or did he escape?

Regardless of the possibility, Suzuki Masaichi cannot stay here for another minute.

"Your Excellency, look!"

Second Lieutenant Oi pointed forward.

Suzuki Masaichi looked quickly.

Those were two civilians walking in a hurry!

hostage!

They are the escaped hostages!

Suzuki Masaichi made his judgment immediately.

Are they here for food?

The rest of the hostages must be nearby.

Suzuki Masaichi waved his hand, and several Japanese soldiers followed quietly behind him.

As long as we can find the hiding place of the hostages, there is a solution.

At the very least, he can continue to use these hostages to negotiate with the Americans.

The hostage turned a corner and disappeared.

Suzuki Masaichi and his men quickly quickened their pace.

"Tu tu tu tu"!

Just as they passed the corner where the hostages were, a burst of gunfire rang out.

The two Japanese soldiers at the front fell to the ground instantly.

There, there was Sergeant Phildor and the armed hostages.

"Go, go, you've been fooled!" Masaichi Suzuki shouted.

Walk?

That's too late!

Behind them, gunfire rang out again.

These Japanese troops did not dare to move at all.

They were compressed into this small place.

"Kill them! Kill them!"

Sergeant Phildo's hostages burst out with shocking roars!

Now, they are no longer afraid of these demons!

This group of demons once took away everything from them, and it's time for them to pay back!

Sergeant Phildow waved his hand.

Only then did the hostages calm down.
To be continued...