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Chapter 275 Only belongs to the battlefield

"Hi"

Kikuba Bu was walking towards several people. First, he looked at the rope on Mingren's body and found that it was tied very strongly. Someone grabbed Mingren's hair and raised it and looked at it a few times.

No abnormality was found, and turned to Takenaka Banbuiwei and said, "General! No problem!"

Just as he finished speaking, Kikuba Bu was unexpectedly pulling out the ribs from his waist and stabbing them into Mingren's arm.

All this happened so quickly that no one could react. The sharp ribs of the Ming people were instantly infiltrated, and the Japanese people standing beside the Ming people touched the Japanese sword at the waist.

Kishima Bu was not even looking at a few people, staring at the unconscious Minato, without seeing any expression on the other person's face.

He pulled out the ribs and wiped the blood. He looked at the few people disdainfully, bowed to the half-man guard of the Zhuzhong, and said, "General! No problem, this Mingren has indeed fainted!"

"Yoxi! You get out of the way, I will interrogate this Mingren myself!" Takenaka Banbingwei jumped off his war horse and walked towards the Mingren.

The warriors beside him rushed forward, pushed away the Japanese who were escorted and brought the Ming people to the front of the Takenaka Banbingwei.

"Wow!" A bag of cold water was poured on Mingren's head, and Mingren just frowned and did not wake up.

Takenaka Banbingwei's face turned cold. He stepped forward and raised his hand and slapped it hard on Akito's face. Blood was left at the corner of Mingren's mouth. This time, Mingren seemed to have reacted and slowly raised his head, looking at each other with Takenaka Banbingwei's fierce eyes.

"Say! How many people have you come? Where are they? What arrangements are there in the Jiegang and what conspiracy are there?

There is one answer that is not satisfied, so I will cut a piece of meat on you until I get a satisfactory answer. I hope you don’t do anything that makes me dissatisfied!" Takenaka Bangui said condescendingly.

The Mingren's unyielding Banbugu Takenaka Banbugu looked at each other and did not speak. Instead, he grinned but smiled. The blood stained his teeth red, making the Mingren's smile a little hideous.

Takenaka Banbingwei was startled by this smile, and immediately felt extremely angry again. He pulled out the short knife on his waist and shouted: "Myō! Without eyes, why are you glaring at me?" He said that, and stabbed Myō in the eyes.

"Zhong Lin! Take action!"

The familiar Chinese language made Takenaka Banbingwei startled. The moment he turned his head slightly, Zhong Lin also moved. The seemingly tight rope was shaken away, and two two-inch-long iron nails were exposed in his clenched fists.

Zhong Lintie was nailed in his hand, and pierced his neck under the horrified gaze of the two Japanese. He also rushed forward and rushed towards the half-soldier Zhuzhong in front of him.

Masayoshi Matsukata, who was standing not far away, roared and slashed at the nearest warrior in his hand. The other party was cut in half without reacting at all.

Suddenly, he caught Takenaka Banbui and Samurai off guard. When he wanted to step forward, he was blocked by Masayoshi Matsukata and the other two.

Zhong Lin pounced on Zhuzhong Banbingwei, pressed the opponent's temple with both palms, and pressed his two thumbs to Zhuzhong Banbingwei's eyes.

The panicked Baibingwei of Takenaka shook his head desperately, trying to get rid of Zhong Lin's hands, but the distance was too close. One of his right eyes was pressed firmly, and his eyes were bleeding, and he kept screaming in pain.

"Ah...! Baga! Damn Ming Guo pigs! You are all going to die!" Takenaka Banbingwei waved his short sword like crazy to stop Zhong Lin from getting closer.

Zhong Lin shook his right hand, which was somewhat ineffective, if it weren't for being stabbed by the warrior, the general would have blinded him just now.

There were Japanese warriors around him. Zhong Lin stepped forward again, raised his injured right hand, blocked the sword of the Takenaka Banpengwei with his arm guard, and waved his left fist to hit the opponent's throat.

Although Takenaka Banbingwei was injured in one eye, his body of force was still there. He held Zhong Lin's fist and stabbed Zhong Lin in the chest with a knife.

"Ding!" The sound of gold and iron clashed, and the short knife actually left a deep mark on the armor. As long as you add a few more points, you can directly pierce the armor.

Takenaka Half-Baiwei stabbed him with a knife, took a step back, and shouted: "Mingguo Pig! My name is a famous sword from Japan. It's no problem to pierce your armor. Are you ready to die?"

When Zhong Lin heard this, he did not retreat at all, and continued to move forward without saying anything. He just pointed to the deep marks and looked at the Baibingguard of the Takenaka provocatively.

"Baga! Ming Guo Pig! Looking for death!" Takenaka Half-Soldier was angry and took the initiative to face Zhong Lin, avoiding the fist that Zhong Lin was hit, and stabbed Zhong Lin in the chest with another knife.

This sword is exactly the same as the one just now, and even the landing point is not bad. As long as you hit it, you can easily pierce Zhong Lin's breastplate and penetrate the enemy's heart.

Zhong Lin seemed to have not seen it, and just held his right palm in front of his chest and rushed towards the half-soldier guard of Zhuzhong.

The blade pierced Zhong Lin's palm and pierced Zhong Lin's breastplate, but was blocked in front of Zhong Lin's chest.

How is it possible? The knife in Takenaka Banbingwei's hand was hard to make progress, and he was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide.

However, Zhong Lin rushed to the body of the Banbingwei Zhuzhong, opened his mouth and bit the other party's neck. Wen Hei and bloody liquid flowed into his throat. Zhong Lin did not dare to let go, so he could only swallow in a big mouthful.

"ah……!"

The half-soldier from Zhuzhong screamed and tried to push Zhong Lin away with both hands, but was hugged by Zhong Lin's left hand and could not be separated at all.

Takenaka Banbui felt that all his strength seemed to flow from the wound on his neck into the other person's mouth, and the struggle was getting smaller and smaller until the last trace of strength disappeared.

Zhong Lin bit the other party tightly until the Japanese in his arms stopped moving, and then sat on the ground. He suddenly felt a churning in his stomach, and he retching a few times, but Song Fang Zhengyi's roar came from his ear: "Yilang!"

He quickly turned around and saw a Kanfeng team member being dragged into the crowd by Japanese warriors. The Kanfeng team member was quickly silent when he was stabbed by a random knife.

"Yilangjun! Let's die together!" Another Kanyu team member's eyes were red, and he threw the Japanese sword in his hand at the enemy in front of him. He took out a fire pie and lit the grenade on his body, and roared and rushed towards the enemy.

With a loud "Boom!", seven or eight warriors fell to the ground. The mount of the Takenaka Half-Baiguard had a loud voice and rushed towards Matsukaka Masayoshi.

Masayoshi Matsukata grabbed the reins of the war horse, dragged it several steps before stopping, and hurriedly shouted to Zhong Lin: "Zhong Linjun! Get on the horse quickly!"

Zhong Lin instantly got strength, ran to the front of the horse a few steps, jumped onto the back, and extended his intact left hand to Song Fang Zhengyi.

"Come up! Let's go!"

Masayoshi Matsukaya did not reach out, but instead stabbed the horse hard on the butt, looked at the horse's back as it was gone, and murmured to himself: "Farewell! Zhong Linjun! This horse cannot take two people, and I have attended my own funeral. The meaning of living belongs to the battlefield only!"
Chapter completed!
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