"I really didn't expect that the little devil would be so bold. He just attacked Dragon Boat Festival and came to take my head again. But is Mr. Song's head so easy to take?"
Song Zheyuan sat in the car and snorted, facing the assassins holding sharp blades one after another, he showed no fear.
He pulled out the pistol from his waist and loaded the bullet into the chamber.
But the driver Xiao Wang, who had been driving for him for ten years, said: "Military Seat, the tire has burst and we can't go any further. In this case, I'll stop the Japanese while you take advantage of the chaos."
"Xiao Wang?"
At this time, Song Zheyuan was just about to say something, but Xiao Wang, who was driving, had already opened the door and got out of the car. He raised his gun and wanted to shoot the Japs, but at this moment, one of the Japs unexpectedly predicted Xiao Wang's action of holding the gun, he flipped the knife, and before Xiao Wang fired, he cut directly from the bottom up on Xiao Wang's gun hand.
The sharp blade entered his body, and with a pop, Xiao Wang's hand flew out.
It was too fast. The little devil's sword was so fast that the little king didn't even react. His right hand and the pistol flew out.
Xiao Wang screamed in pain, but he rushed over and hit the Japanese man's chest with his head.
The Japs cut off Xiao Wang's arm before he could change his move, but he was knocked into the face by Xiao Wang.
But if he were an ordinary person, he would have fallen down after being hit by Xiao Wang. But the little devil had a solid foot and only took two steps back before standing firm.
At this time, Xiao Wang shouted loudly: "Military seat, go quickly. Military seat, go quickly!"
puff!
After the devil stabilized his body, he held the samurai sword upside down with both hands and stabbed it, directly penetrating Xiao Wang's body.
Xiao Wang vomited blood, but still didn't let go.
The Japs were furious and stirred the katana furiously.
But at this time, Xiao Wang could no longer feel any pain at all.
When the Japanese knife pierced his heart, he was already dead. He used up his last strength and only did two things. The first was to loudly ask the soldier to leave. The second was to hug him tightly. The Japanese would not let him harm the army.
Jun Zuo was the person closest to him in the world. He was originally nothing, just a roadside beggar who couldn't even eat enough. It was Jun Zuo who took him in, gave him food, and clothes. Dress him up like a human being.
Xiao Wang has always had the idea that one day when the military throne is in danger, he must use his chest to block the bullet for the military throne.
Today he did it. Although he was no match for the little Japanese, he used his own body to block a Japanese for the army.
"Xiao Wang!"
But when he saw the sacrificed little king, Song Zheyuan called out in his heart.
His feelings for Xiao Wang were just like his own children. He clearly remembered that he was only twelve years old when he picked up Xiao Wang, and even the smallest military uniform looked like a cheongsam.
In a flash, ten years have passed. The child back then has grown up and has become the person he trusts most.
But at this time, he was brutally killed by the Japanese invaders.
Song Zheyuan was angry, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth and nose twitched involuntarily.
He kicked the car door open and hit the Japanese man who was holding a knife and was about to open the car door.
The little devil was knocked to the ground by the car door, but at this moment, another devil rushed over with a knife.
He thought Song Zheyuan would escape, but he didn't expect that Song Zheyuan had no intention of leaving at all.
As mentioned before, Song Zheyuan has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he never even paid attention to the Dragon Boat Festival. In public, he would look for the Dragon Boat Festival to make gestures and gestures.
It has to be said that Song Zheyuan is indeed very confident in his martial arts.
Otherwise, the kick just now would not have directly used the car door to knock the little devil over.
At this time, seeing another Japanese man coming with a knife, Song Zheyuan sneered disdainfully, pointed his pistol at the glass of the car door and fired three shots.
The glass of the car door was shattered, and the Japs who came with the knife were shot three times and fell to the ground vomiting blood.
Song Zheyuan took the opportunity to get out of the car and was about to kill the Japanese guy he had kicked over before. But at this moment, the third Japanese soldier's knife arrived.
The Japs drew their swords very quickly. The moment the Japs who were killed by Song Zheyuan fell down, his sword slashed straight towards Song Zheyuan's gun-holding arm.
Seeing this, Song Zheyuan quickly put away his gun, otherwise he might not be able to save his right hand.
At the same time, Song Zheyuan turned sideways and made a gesture of preparing to escape. The Japanese didn't know it was a trick and started chasing Song Zheyuan with a knife.
But I don't want Song Zheyuan to hide a gun under his arm, just two shots.
The little devil couldn't dodge and was knocked down by Song Zheyuan again.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, he felt a pain in his left shoulder and was stabbed by a Japanese soldier on the other side of the car.
The little devil originally wanted to chop off Song Zheyuan's head to save his companion, but he was short and had short arms, so he only scratched Song Zheyuan's shoulder.
The gash was not deep, but it was unbearably painful.
But at this time, Song Zheyuan didn't care about the injury on his shoulder at all, because at this moment, the Japanese guy whom he had kicked down had already stood up and struck him with a fierce knife.
Song Zheyuan had no weapons in hand, only a pistol. He could not block the Japanese samurai sword, so he could only retreat to avoid it.
But the little devil was unforgiving. He missed with one strike and struck again with his backhand.
Song Zheyuan tried to hide again, but the Japs' sword was too fast. Even if he took a step and a half back, the front of his clothes was still cut open by the Japs' katana. And at this moment, the Japs on the other side of the car also got around.
He came over and slashed Song Zheyuan's injured left arm with his knife.
At this time, Song Zheyuan was so angry because he never thought that there would be Japanese soldiers who dared to assassinate him in Kaifeng City. Otherwise, he would have brought his big sword with him and would not be so passive at this time.
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But at this point it was too late to say anything. The Japs were attacking from both sides. Song Zheyuan had no other weapons except a pistol, so he could only sigh and die together with the Japs.
He still had the last bullet in his gun and aimed it at the Japanese who were slashing at him.
If the opponent is shot at this distance, he will be seriously injured even if he does not die.
"It's worth killing so many Japanese."
Song Zheyuan secretly thought in his heart that he wanted to die together with the Japs. However, at this critical moment, several gunshots were heard, and he and his good fellow Japs fell to the ground and vomited blood.
Song Zheyuan was stunned for a moment, but the first thing he thought of was that his guards were back.
When he was attacked before, some of his guards were sent to chase the Japanese spies. He expected that his own guards came back after hearing the gunshots.
However, when he looked in the direction of the gunfire, he saw that the shooter was a young officer covered in blood.
Bang! Bang bang!
At this time, the young officer was still firing, shooting a wounded Japanese soldier several times and killing him on the street.
"Dragon Boat Festival?"
Song Zheyuan was surprised, because the young officer who came in a car and made perfect shots was none other than Duan Wu, who was attacked and seriously injured during the day! . . .