Fujiwara Senzuo felt this way not because of the conversations between several Chinese soldiers behind him.
Rather, it comes from a mysterious intuition about danger that comes from a great master who has reached a very high level of martial arts.
In fact, he was able to escape from two opponents who were not weaker than him and surrounded by hundreds of fully armed soldiers, even if he used some unsavory tricks, such as using the opponent to find his subordinates who dare not kill him easily.
Thoughts, but just like that, Fujiwara Senzuo can already look down upon all the millions of Chinese and Japanese troops on the North China battlefield at this time.
Even his old rival Tang Dao might not be able to be more perfect than him if he were to change places.
How strong is Fujiwara Senzuo, who escaped the hail of bullets and jumped off the cliff to activate all-out mode?
I'm afraid even he wants to applaud himself.
No longer caring about whether the thorns would scratch his face, all the power was channeled into his feet and legs, and he exploded with the strongest power in the young generation of Japanese martial arts, completely burning his small universe at the moment of life and death.
Fujiwara Senzuo climbed up a four- to five-meter-tall tree with just a push of his arms, and then relied on the strength of the branches to jump to another big tree. He was like the most agile ape shuttling through the forest.
Just step on the big stone two or three meters high, and your majestic body will be like a big bird leaping over the stone;
The ravine more than four meters wide did not give him the slightest hesitation. With just one leap, he would be able to leave behind the deep ravine that could block 99% of humans and even the antelope, who is known as the King of the Mountains.
In less than ten minutes, Fujiwara Senzuo was 2,000 meters away from Yesanpo, where he had almost left him behind. However, this was a straight-line distance. If you include the distance up and down the mountain, it would have been at least 4,000 meters.
With this speed and endurance, if he were to participate in the Olympics, he would be able to win all the gold medals in track events for Japan. Bolt, a genius who is rare in a century, would only be able to catch up behind him.
Although the first time he used his energy to eat milk was actually used to run away, this somewhat made Fujiwara Senzuo, who was determined to go to the peak of martial arts to see the scenery, feel a little ashamed, but the moment he chose to kill Yamashita, he had already used it.
Leave these useless emotions behind.
The prerequisite for wanting to see the scenery at the peak of martial arts is that a person must be alive. His current priority is to work hard to survive this crisis, right?
But even though he had actually escaped from the encirclement, and the small universe exploded and ran for five kilometers while holding his breath, the sense of crisis that was originally dull did not fall but rose, becoming more and more intense.
It is most appropriate to describe this feeling like a ray of light on my back.
Fujiwara Senzuo is undoubtedly a master with extremely strong willpower. He knows that this sense of crisis does not come out of nowhere. If he wants to get rid of it, he can only keep running and leave this area controlled by thousands or even thousands of Chinese soldiers.
Anyway, he could never admit that his heart was constantly reminding him to stay away from that guy who was several years younger than him.
Opponents are needed in the pursuit of martial arts, but the so-called opponents are just stepping stones to reach the peak of martial arts, but they must not become obstacles.
Once he becomes afraid of that opponent, the seeds of failure may be sown, unless he has the opportunity to kill that person with his own hands during the battle.
Unfortunately, Fujiwara Senio knew that unless Tang Dao could stay away from his army, he would have no chance.
That Tang Da Tuan leader didn't have the slightest bit of a master's demeanor. He could fight in a group and would never choose to fight one on one.
All I can say is, "The people who really understand you are often your enemies, not yourself!" This sentence is simply the crystallization of wisdom.
Run! Run! Run!
Even though Fujiwara Senzuo, who was three kilometers away from Yesanpo, was stimulated by the cold in his back, he actually ran for more than ten kilometers in the mountains with extraordinary perseverance and physical strength.
Many Chinese soldiers who stayed overnight in the mountains even caught a glimpse of him from a distance, but he was too fast, and in the dense forest, his huge body did not even make a big sound, so the soldiers subconsciously took him away.
He treated it as a wild animal in the mountains and did not fire a warning shot.
Finally, at the moment when the first ray of sunlight shone on the earth, Fujiwara Senzuo stopped in his tracks.
No matter how strong his physical strength and willpower were, Fujiwara Senzuo was still a human being and not a god. After running so far in the mountains, he could already feel his throat getting sweet.
Fujiwara knew that this was a sign that his lungs had reached their limit, and many capillaries had begun to bleed. If he continued running, he would be like the Spartan warrior who ran forty kilometers to deliver the news of victory.
, run to death.
He sat down in the grass, used a weird breathing frequency derived from ancient ninjutsu to suppress the terrifying blood flow rate, and gently kneaded the ankle and calf muscles.
Even after such a round of running at full speed, the muscles that have been tempered for a long time have symptoms of soreness. This shows how heavy the output load of Fujiwara Senzuo is with full firepower in this round.
After resting for nearly ten minutes, Fujiwara Senzuo took out the 8-power telescope from his backpack that could see clearly one kilometer away. It was an imported German-made high-power telescope that only brigade commander-level officers were eligible to be issued.
A gift given to him by the general in the shroud before he left.
Then, Fujiwara Senio saw another pursuer running on a mountain path. The leader was the guy he wanted to stay away from. To be more precise, it was a dog, a big dog that was far larger than ordinary dogs.
dog.
The big yellow dog that Fujiwara Senzuo had seen once on the battlefield did not even make any move to sniff, but just ran wildly on the mountain road with a few Chinese people.
In the clear field of view of the eight-fold telescope, the distance between the five people headed by Tang Dao was more than 20 meters. Although the speed did not exceed 20 yards, Fujiwara Senzuo, who had been lying in the bushes silently watching the tide, knew that
Judging from their pace and speed alone, this five-person team that worked well together could easily kill him.
Needless to say, Tang Dao and the young man with the big sword are both great masters who can fight with him. As for the other three, one is carrying a machine gun, one is carrying a long gun, and the other is carrying a grenade.
With short guns slung around their waists, they are obviously very good at thermal weapons and can instantly form a firepower point with an attack range of up to 500 meters.
With such a configuration, it may be able to compete with an imperial infantry squad!
However, if you think that he is only good at using firearms, you may be wrong.
Their physical fitness is also top-notch. Otherwise, how could they run more than 8 kilometers while maintaining such a heavy load in just 40 minutes?
What made Fujiwara and Senio shrink even more was their tacit understanding.
During the minute he was observing, the pace of the five people miraculously remained consistent without any change, which meant that if nothing unexpected happened, they would continue running at the current speed.
Even if he was not a master of Tang swords and swords, Fujiwara Senzuo knew that even if he faced these three powerful soldiers with hot weapons who had a dazzling tacit understanding, he would still have a headache.
Of course, whether it is Tang Dao or three elite soldiers with hot weapons, these are not enough to make a martial arts master who is one kilometer away in a straight line and the actual distance exceeds at least seven miles feel scared. In terms of endurance and perseverance, he is confident that this planet
No one in the world can make 3,000 knives every day like him, and he has persisted for ten years.
Including that terrible old opponent, those Chinese elite soldiers will also be tired, but Fujiwara Senzuo has enough confidence. In terms of endurance and perseverance, he will not lose to anyone. As long as he exerts his strength, he can go for several miles.
The Chinese may never be able to make up the gap.
What's more, they are not gods, how can they know the specific location of Fujiwara Senyuo.
Then, in the next second, Fujiwara Senzuo's childishness shrank, and he finally knew where that mysterious sense of crisis came from.
Not because of people, but because of dogs.
That unusually sized dog.
The big dog stopped at the corner of the mountain road, jumped into the forest without hesitation, and returned again 200 meters away. Fujiwara's scalp felt numb for a while.
Because only he knew that in order to confuse the pursuers, he paused for a few seconds under the big rock and then ran into the forest. He ran up the mountain for more than 400 meters and then used a vine to pass through the branches to return to the mountain road. Although he
He didn't know where he finally appeared, but the big yellow dog obviously wasn't deceived by him, and his super-sensitive sense of smell actually followed him exactly according to the route he ran.
But, even though he was so far away, what kind of magical creature was that dog that could still accurately track him with its sense of smell?
Fujiwara Senzuo, whose scalp was numb, felt cold in his heart, but still remained calm enough to analyze the possibility of being plotted against him.
The only moment he was closest to Tang Dao was in that wooden shed.
Fujiwara Senzuo replayed all his actions and conversations in the wooden shed in his mind like watching a movie, until he finally killed Yamashita and hid behind the carriage with the help of the sword swung by the master, thereby escaping.
After reacting, the first wave of bullets fired wildly by the Chinese soldiers seemed to be normal and included in his calculations.
The only abnormal thing was that when he blocked the young master's fierce sword, he still retained five points of strength, just to guard against Tang Dao, but until he flew up and hid behind the carriage, Tang Dao didn't make a move.
attack.
It seems that because the distance is a little far away, Tang Dao knows that his attack is of little use, so as not to waste his efforts.
No, as a Fujiwara warrior who had fought against Tang Dao, he was the one who knew best about this old opponent who would definitely take revenge. However, Tang Dao hated him so much that no matter how much he cared about his subordinates, knowing that he was obsessed with escaping.
After that, how could he let go of the opportunity to attack him so easily? Even if he throws the ferocious spur with all his strength, it will not be so easy for him to hide behind the carriage.
Moreover, with the power of the Tang Sword, how could he easily place Yamashita just a few meters away from the carriage, so that the carriage with the steel guard could become his bunker?
Unless this was Tang Dao's intention.
Deliberately letting him kill Yamashita and deliberately letting him escape into the forest. As for what benefit it would be to get a dead Yamashita, Fujiwara Senzuo couldn't understand for a while, but the reason why he kept him alive was that Tang Dao didn't want to give up.
The performance of rescuing one's own subordinates.
Because, if he dies, the probability of that Chinese soldier dying is higher than 99%. Only if he is alive, there is hope.
If Tang Dao dares to let him go, he will naturally be sure to track him and trap him again. This is the most important thing.
I'm afraid that since he set foot in the wooden shed, he has completely fallen into Tang Dao's calculations. Why can the big dog accurately track him from such a distance? Maybe he entered the wooden shed with him or even knocked open the wooden shed.
Can't be separated.
After re-analyzing and figuring out many key points, Fujiwara Senzuo had a rare drop of sweat on his forehead. This time, it seemed that he was not in control of the overall situation, but that he was like a moth fluttering in a spider web, but Tang Dao was
Like the spider that stares at its prey with a stern gaze, letting it flutter around, only to wait until its strength is exhausted before it pounces on its prey and slowly devours it.
Trying his best to erase the shadow of failure from his mind, he quickly took off his coat and the pair of cloth shoes that had stepped on the wooden shed floor and buried them in the soft soil beside him, carefully erasing the traces on the ground one by one.
Fujiwara Senzuo, who was lying prone and retreated into the dense forest, ran wildly.
Fujiwara Senzuo, who was running wildly with the intention of escaping, was walking through the mountains and forests at a speed half a minute faster than before. According to future Japanese animation, that was the burning of the small universe again, which was completely overdrawing the body's potential.
Because the great master from Japan knew that if he didn't exert his strength now, he might not have a chance to exert his strength.
The big dog would keep sniffing the smell he had in that wooden shed and follow him. A master of Tang Dao and big sword was already almost as powerful as him. If those three elite soldiers were added to the mix, he would definitely die.
.
The so-called martial arts practice was completely forgotten by Senio Fujiwara.
This is not grinding, but taking death.
Even if someone as powerful as Tang Dao found his target and wanted to chase him, he would probably not be able to catch him.
After all, the difference in strength between the two is only half a point, and the distance between them is more than seven miles.
It has to be said that Fujiwara Senzuo is the best choice for his skill, mind and will, whether in Japan or China. Just by the accurate tracking of the hammer, it can be judged that he has been plotted by Tang Dao, and Yamashita has been
Both the killing and his smooth escape can be thought to have been done deliberately by Tang Dao.
He would even rather give up his clothes and shoes to eliminate the risk of being tracked.
He guessed at least 90% of the time. The soles of his shoes and the back of his clothes were each contaminated with trace amounts of medicinal powder.
It was a type of "biochemical weapon" that Tang Dao carried with him.
Of course, it is not specially used for tracking, such as the kind of thing that can make people and animals go crazy. After Tang Tuanzuo used it once, he made the 108th Division's ten thousand people so ecstatic that they almost flew into the sky.
, he completely fell in love with this thing.
On this trip, Tang Dao brought nearly a hundred kilograms of this 'colorless and odorless' miracle drug for diarrhea. Although he wasn't going to fight anyone, as the saying goes, be prepared!
No, isn’t this used when dealing with Japanese masters? Other medicinal powders have a smell and are easily discovered by Fujiwara Senzuo, who has a keen sense of body. Not to mention, there are not so many to waste like this, but this kind of powder is produced deep in the Taihang Mountains.
The pure green and natural 'biochemical medicine' here fully meets this condition.
At night, the floor of the wooden shed was sprinkled with Tang knives. To be sure, Tang Tuan seats were not spared on the wooden door and surrounding wooden boards.
If Tang Tuanzuo hadn't vowed that a big fish would appear, Mingxin really wouldn't have wanted to enter that 'terrifying' wooden house. She had personally witnessed the Japanese soldiers from the 108th Division unbuttoning their military pants and sticking up their pants next to the pot where they were eating, regardless of their image.
Mingxin, who had his butt turned yellow, didn't want to cause...
Fortunately, the breathing of masters is all about long and light breaths. None of them, including the ignorant Fujiwara Senzuo, did not inhale enough powder. Otherwise, Fujiwara Senzuo could still run so sonorously and powerfully? It would be bad.
, the hammer can track it just by its smell.
However, Fujiwara Senzuo, who thought a lot and far away, still overlooked one thing. Perhaps no one could detect him in this mountain forest by using lurking methods.
However, this is still the defense area of the 17th Division. For the infantry squad that was killed in a surprise attack by the Japanese army, Commander Zhao Shoushan of the 17th Division was the brigade commander under Da Guangqi. The commander cursed him bloody.
How terrifying is a nearly fully mobilized infantry division?
Although Tang Dao's password is a bit strange, it is extremely effective. Not to mention that Fujiwara Senio and his subordinates will basically hesitate. Even if they answer immediately, there is still a slight difference in the Northeastern accent they learned.
The various patrol teams operating in the mountains received instructions that if anyone answered the command with a different accent, they would enter combat mode, and if asked again if the answer was incorrect, they could shoot immediately.
This crude and simple way of judging friends and foes was a big disaster for Senio Fujiwara, who was running away like crazy.
No matter how powerful he is, can he kill at least 40 Chinese soldiers in a platoon in one go?
If he had the cover of night and given him enough time, maybe he could, but at this moment when it was already dark, he couldn't.
Even if he could, he couldn't afford to waste that time. The terrifying pursuers who could kill him were chasing after him under the leadership of a big dog.
He could only hide, he could only wait, waiting for a gap between the patrols so that he could continue his escape.
However, Tang Dao, who had already found Fujiwara Senao's abandoned clothes, had a fierce look on his face. Fujiwara Senio was smart and thought of the problem he had exposed, but he still underestimated the power of that kind of medicinal powder.
Medicinal powder is almost odorless to humans, but for animals like Hammer and Guaiguai, whose olfactory cells are dozens of times larger than humans, it is simply a navigation locator. Even if there is a little bit left, Hammer can still track the smell.
Unless Senio Fujiwara also took off his pants and washed his naked body in the mountain spring water.
Although the smell was so thin that the hammer had to stop and try to smell it from time to time, the hammer still did not lose track of the direction.
Moreover, Tang Dao is not tracking alone in a team. Thousands of people within a radius of dozens of miles are like a huge net, tightly enveloping the entire mountain range. He has encountered more than ten groups on the way to track.
patrol.
I'll see where you're going. Tang Dao looked at the mountains with murderous intent in his eyes.
Now, he has to wait for the last bit of strength and fighting spirit to be squeezed out of his prey, and then, he will interrogate his subordinate's whereabouts and then chop off his head.
Tang Dao believed that the head of a Japanese nobleman would have no smaller impact on the army general in Pingbei City than the capture of an army major general alive. The pressure from the Japanese island would obviously be greater.
The more painful the Japanese army in North China is and the murky the water, the more likely it is that they can sneak into Jincheng and succeed.
That is Tang Dao's first goal.
Fujiwara Senzuo's small life was actually not as important as he thought.
