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Chapter 191: Yamamoto Tianichi Who Spits Blood

In the dense forest area, Yamamotoichi held the sword in his hand tightly, shame, naked shame, this was Yamamotoichi's first humiliation since he joined the war. At this time, Yamamotoichi held the sword in his hand tightly, and asked himself deeply.

Is it the fate of a commander to suffer successive blows in his first battle? This can be regarded as the darkest day in Yamamoto's history.

First, the Allied Nazi Captain Picasso, who was one level below him in military status, stepped on his head. If this was not their territory and there were unfinished tasks, Yamamoto would not have become like this.

It's embarrassing, here are the guys from the Allied Forces. These guys have very bad consciences, and they stir up trouble and cause both sides to kill each other.

The special forces he has trained are all dead, and only a dozen of them are not enough. After seeing Gou Bin's methods and cunning, Yamamoto thought so. If it weren't for Gou Bin, how would he need these now?

Recruits who are as afraid of death as dogs? Commanding these recruits is a disgrace to Yamamoto Kazuki.

"Major, there is no movement at the broken house. The Allies may have escaped. What should we do now?" The veterans around Yamamoto suddenly spoke to wake him up, but Yamamoto was holding the sword in his hand tightly and was so angry.

His teeth were itching and his hands were shaking. Humiliation, a great sense of shame emerged from Yamadaichi's heart.

Yamamoto was feeling aggrieved. He clenched his sword with both hands and gritted his teeth and said: "This is a shame that I, Yamamoto, will never forget, and these cowardly recruits are also a shame to the empire! These guys don't deserve to live in the world.

, which has disgraced the empire!”[

Just when Yamamoto finished speaking, Picasso came belatedly with a group of about 300 subordinates and said with a strange smile: "Yo yo yo... Isn't this Commander Yamamoto? Why? With such a

With so many men, haven’t the Allies been caught yet? I took a bath in the town for a long time and listened to the gunshots for a long time. How about it? The result of the battle is pretty brilliant, right?"

When Picasso saw more than a hundred corpses lying in front of him, he sneered at Yamamoto Ichi with a sarcastic tone. When he saw his expression like his dead parents, Picasso knew that Yamamoto Ichi had eaten and suppressed his appetite.

Although these Japanese soldiers looked very powerful at first, when they left, Picasso immediately saw that the new soldiers who were supporting them were all new soldiers with little training.

According to Picasso's idea, one of his soldiers can defeat the seven or eight Japanese soldiers alone. Or they are all boy scouts. Well, I guess it doesn't matter. Japan is so sexually developed. Who knows if they will be ahead of schedule?

Losing your virginity? You can’t say for sure. Picasso disagreed with Japan’s terrible, chaotic, primitive beast-like culture.

When Yamamoto heard Picasso's sarcastic remarks, he couldn't help but frown and said displeasedly: "Picasso, what do you mean? We have been fighting for so long, and you are here because you want to

What's the matter with picking the fruits of victory? Do you know how to write the word shame?"

Picasso looked at Yamamoto Ichi with disdain, shook his head and said loudly: "Of course I know how to write. Anyway, it's not your dog-like earthworm writing. People are not human and ghosts are not ghosts. The dead will take a detour when they see it."

, Brainless guy, Bills, let’s go over and take a look at the Allies, thank you for your hard work saying hello to them!”

Picasso was too lazy to talk nonsense with Yamamoto. After fighting for so long, there was no movement at all. The Allies had already fled without asking. Therefore, Picasso said what Yamamoto said as soon as he vomited blood, which clearly meant colluding with the enemy.

, seeing Picasso walking in front with others, Yamamoto stood up with an ugly expression and followed.

Gou Bin, Sean, and Jimmy had already begun to retreat when Picasso and the others came, leaving the thirteen people with their backs to the door to rape the two officers. Under Gou Bin's force, all of them

He closed his eyes and just pretended to be imagining, shouting words such as "Ganba Daddy" in his mouth, and of course greetings to the female relatives of Yamada Honda.

Sean and Jimmy were a little puzzled at first, until Gou Bin said the general meaning, Sean and Jimmy had to give in. They were completely convinced by Gou Bin. Only Gou Bin had such insidious ideas and things.

This guy can imagine that if Yamamoto comes in and hears about group issues, his direct female relatives, who knows, will he go crazy and shoot them?

Samurao and Kamebanda screamed loudly, with their diaper-like underwear tied in their mouths. The soft little bugs performed the difficult upside-down golden hook. The two poor guys were tied up, but they couldn't.

If they dare to move for even a moment, there is a fatal grenade tied to their back. As long as they struggle, the grenade will immediately pull the safety device.

Facing thirteen small penises that looked like millet and rifles, Samurao and Kamepanda collapsed. Actually, three guys did not cum, but were so frightened that they became incontinent. Long water jets poured down on Kamepanda and Samurai.

On the people's faces, water droplets seeped into the nostrils of the two people through backflow. The one thing Kamebanda and Samuraro wanted to do most now was to shoot these ** troops personally.

When Picasso and Beers walked in with their people, they were all dumbfounded. This was the most ridiculous scene they had ever seen. Well, Picasso and Beers had convinced these Japanese people.

Sorry, I am directly ashamed of Hitler's foolish behavior and actually mobilized these rubbish Japanese soldiers who cannot be used as rubbish.

The most wasteful thing is to give them so many good submachine guns. It feels like they are wasting a good gun. They feel that they are losing money by giving them wooden sticks. They should be like the primitive people and cut some bamboo to fight on their own. It is simply embarrassing.

And the 13th Army wasted weapons and was curious. The objects of their fantasies were actually two hanging officers. Come on! I’m convinced!

When Yamamoto walked in and saw the scene inside, he clenched the sword tightly with his fingers. His face turned whiter than a leukemia patient. He subconsciously pulled out the sword and went back. Shame, naked shame, empire

The face of the Thirteenth Army was humiliated, and Yamamoto's eyes felt a little dark.

Picasso turned his head directly, looked at Yamamotoichi, who had blue veins on one side of his face, and said with a sneer: "Yamamotoichi, this is the elite of your Japanese empire? As you often say, Yoshitsune, I am considered an elite.

Now you have seen what elites are, such a strong and fierce ** team! This is the ace army of the Japanese Empire, right?"

While talking, Picasso raised his thumb and praised Yamamoto Ichi. Such a strong national ace team. Picasso finally knew that Japan deserved to be the country of sex. Being in the company of these guys, Picasso felt a chill.

I got goosebumps, especially when I heard the quick, dry voice, well, Picasso really couldn't watch it anymore.

Picasso shook his head and sighed with disappointment, and said to Biers on the side: "Bills, let's go, stay away from these wretched Japanese, and report this to the Führer. I believe the Führer likes to hear this.

What's new, let's go and let these elite soldiers work hard!"

"Baga!" Yamamoto yelled angrily. He couldn't stand Picasso's endless contempt. He drew his sword and pointed it at the Japanese soldiers who were spraying thick liquid. As soon as Yamamoto heard them talking,

Tao was worried about all the female relatives in his family, so he went up and slaughtered them with a knife.

Ah...ah...When the sword was raised and fell, Yamamoto turned into a murderer. The sword in his hand had a demonic blood-red light, and when he slashed it down, it brought out a lot of blood, which made Yamamoto a bit desperate.

His eyes were on fire, and he only had one thought in his mind: hack these wretched guys to death.

The Japanese soldiers gathered outside looked at Yamamotoichi with greatly changed expressions. At this time, Yamamotoichi was like a mad dog, completely losing his reason and slicing melons and tofu with a knife, chasing and killing him indiscriminately.

The police team of female relatives of the whole family, when they saw these scenes, they were all angry and hateful but dared not say anything.[

Picasso was about to leave when he saw Yamamoto turning into a mad dog. He was very interested and stayed to watch the fun. This dog-eat-dog cannibalism was Picasso's favorite thing to see, especially when he heard it.

Picasso felt very moved when he heard the screams of the soldiers.

Uh-huh... Kamebanda and Samurao both screamed. When Yamada hacked two Japanese soldiers to death, he happened to bump into the two men who were covered with rice milk water. The most fatal thing was that he bumped into them.

At that moment, he happened to touch the fatal fuse behind him, and the roar of the grenade fuse just before it exploded was like a reminder.

Boom~Boom~ Two explosions sounded, and Yamamoto screamed and fell back a step. The katana in his hand fell to the ground. Yamamoto kept covering his right arm with one hand, and a deadly matchbox

The large and small pieces hit Yamamoto's arm, and Yamamoto took a few steps back with a pale face.

Seeing Yamamoto being bombed, Picasso gloated and clapped his hands and said sarcastically: "Okay, okay, good kill. I kind of admire Major Yamamoto's righteous act of killing elite soldiers. Well, not bad.

Before I leave, I will give you two words: You are ignorant and extremely stupid! Haha..."

After Picasso finished speaking, he raised his head and burst into laughter. He looked back at Picasso who was so angry that he almost had the urge to vomit blood. He turned around and left with Biers, who had been silent. At this time, Picasso felt more and more about these things.

The Allies are so cute. Thinking of these Allied elites who once made him vomit blood, Picasso actually sat down and had a good chat with them.

With a pop, Yamamoto spat out a mouthful of blood with all his strength. He wiped the corner of his mouth with one hand while glaring at the remaining five assassination teams, and shouted angrily: "Kill these people who are a disgrace to the empire!"

After Yamamotoichi finished speaking, he walked out of the shabby house with a pale face. The Japanese soldiers gathered at the door looked at each other. Under a warning sound, Yamamotoichi... a burst of screams and gunshots rang out.

, Yamamoto covered his arm with his hands and asked the army doctor to bandage it numbly. He looked up at the stars in the sky and fainted from being unable to bear the blow.

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