Upon hearing this, Zhao Shiting looked at Tan Zong with a look of expressionless face in surprise. He never expected that Tan Zong would let him duel with Saburo Watanabe. Isn't this clearly going to let him die?

Tan Zong stared at Zhao Shiting. He had had conflicts with the Japanese twice in succession. This time it was really hard to stand up for Zhao Shiting again. Otherwise, it might cause dissatisfaction among the Japanese and cause chaos.

However, Tan Zong asked Zhao Shiting to duel with Watanabe Saburo, not to let him die. The reason is very simple. Zhao Shiting was the person he wanted to take away. Kuroki Kazuo would never let Watanabe Saburo kill Zhao Shiting because of a woman.

At this moment, whether the beautiful girl can be rescued depends on whether Zhao Shiting is determined to fight Watanabe Saburo. As long as he has this determination, then Ichino Kuroki will definitely interfere.

"Take a good care!" Facing the aggressive Tan Zong, Zhao Shiting's face turned pale. Seeing this, the pretty girl broke free from his arm, gave him a sad look and walked out lonely. She didn't want to see the scene of Zhao Shiting's blood splattering on the spot.

Watanabe Saburo looked at Zhao Shiting with contempt, then quickly chased the beautiful girl.

Tan Zong shook his head and slowly withdrew his waist knife. He had already given Zhao Shiting a chance. If Zhao Shiting was smart enough, or if Zhao Shiting had feelings for a pretty girl, Zhao Shiting should have made the most correct choice.

Looking at the lost back of the pretty girl, Zhao Shiting's breathing became rapid, his face turned red, his chest was very upturned, and his mind was in a fierce ideological struggle.

After the pretty girl walked out of the attic, Saburo Watanabe picked her up in the waist and walked towards a thatched house next to her with a smile.

Perhaps because of the despair in her heart, the pretty girl's body trembled for a moment, she fell weakly in Saburo Watanabe's arms, quietly waiting for the arrival of a storm.

"Her destiny is in your hands!" Tan Zong glanced at Zhao Shiting, who was breathing more and more rapidly, and said coldly.

"Stop, I want to duel with you!" Zhao Shiting was slightly stunned, then limped to Tan Zong's side, pulled out his waist knife, pointed at Watanabe Saburo with the tip of the knife, and shouted at Watanabe Saburo with red eyes.

No one expected that Zhao Shiting would dare to accept the challenge of Saburo Watanabe. Everyone couldn't help but look at Zhao Shiting in surprise. The strength of his and Saburo Watanabe was very different, and he was simply a waste of death.

Tan Zong looked at Watanabe Saburo who stopped expressionlessly, and couldn't help but feel relieved. Next, he was going to see Ichino Kuroki.

Saburo Watanabe turned around and looked at Zhao Shiting with a look of surprise. Although he didn't know what Zhao Shiting was saying, he had guessed what he wanted to express from Zhao Shiting's posture.

The pretty girl looked at Zhao Shiting in disbelief, covered her mouth with her hands, and tears flowed down her cheeks. Although she didn't know Zhao Shiting's identity and Zhao Shiting had never said anything to her, she could clearly feel the pain and depression in Zhao Shiting's heart from Zhao Shiting's extremely decadent life.

Compared with those Japanese who killed their parents, although Zhao Shiting had some connection with the Japanese, the pretty girl would rather serve him than those Japanese possessed her own bodies.

During the period of time spent with Zhao Shiting, perhaps because of fear, the pretty girl vaguely regarded Zhao Shiting as her dependence and developed an inexplicable sense of dependence on him.

Saburo Watanabe reacted quickly, put down the pretty girl, pulled out the Japanese knife, walked quickly to the open space in front of the attic, and looked at Zhao Shiting with a sneer.

In fact, just like the beautiful girl who had an inexplicable dependence on Zhao Shiting, after experiencing the bloody massacre in Suzhou City and witnessing the murder of the Japanese, Zhao Shiting, who was in a depressed mood, also developed something indescribable to the beautiful girl who took good care of herself.

Zhao Shiting still clearly remembers that when Erniang, Sanniang and others were chopped to the ground by Japanese knives, the eyes of looking at him were filled with the desire for survival. Whenever he closed his eyes, this scene would appear before him, causing him torment and he had to numb himself with alcohol.

Many times, Zhao Shiting was awakened by nightmare in his sleep, curled up in the arms of a pretty girl like a frightened child. The pretty girl would gently hold him in her arms like an older sister and comfort him to fall asleep again.

Therefore, although Zhao Shiting did not say it clearly, he was lonely and helpless and already regarded the pretty girl as his relative in his heart, so he did not hesitate to duel with Saburo Watanabe for the pretty girl.

Faced with Saburo Watanabe's provocation, Zhao Shiting made up his mind, gritted his teeth, limped out of the attic, held his waist knife tightly, and stood in front of Saburo Watanabe and looked at him.

Tan Zong, Kuroki Ichino and others walked out one after another, standing in front of the attic and looking at the two people in confrontation. Everyone knew that this was an unequal battle.

Song Gaoming and Min Tianhao looked at Tan Zong with a nervous look, and they didn't understand why Tan Zong asked Zhao Shiting to die. Those Japanese people were all demons who killed people without blinking.

"What a scheming guy!" After Kuroki Yinan hugged his chest with his hands, he looked at Tan Zong quietly, and secretly concluded in his heart.

As Tan Zong speculated, Chihiro Heimu is a cunning old fox who has seen through his thoughts.

Ichino Kuroki knew very well that Zhao Shiting was Tan Zong's mission target this time. He would not anger Tan Zong, who had shown strength because of a woman, because the consequences of doing so were very likely to be disastrous for them. God knows that Tan Zong, who failed the mission, would do something crazy about this.

In other words, Kuroki Ichino would never let Bian Sanro kill Zhao Shiting, but if Zhao Shiting was let go, then where would he be?

Therefore, after Kuroki's brow frowned slightly, he took a step back and stood behind Tan Zong, Song Gaoming, Min Tianhao. While Tan Zong and others were not paying attention, he quietly made several gestures at Watanabe Saburo.

Watanabe Saburo saw the gesture of Ichino Kuroki, and was slightly stunned. Then he raised his Japanese sword with both hands and made an attacking posture.

Ichino Kuroki then stepped forward and stood side by side with Tan Zong. Even if he did not kill Zhao Shiting, he would teach Zhao Shiting a lesson.

Tan Zong glanced at the corner of his eyes and then focused his attention on Saburo Watanabe. Although he had not seen the gesture of Ichino Kuro just now, he could feel that the aura on Saburo Watanabe had undergone a subtle change, and his murderous aura weakened a lot.

As everyone was watching, Zhao Shiting, who was extremely nervous, shouted loudly, raised his waist knife with both hands, roared, and limped towards Saburo Watanabe.

Watanabe Saburo held the Japanese sword diagonally downward and sneered at him. In his eyes, Zhao Shiting was full of flaws. If I hadn't told him not to take heavy measures, he would have cut Zhao Shiting's head with one knife.

After the two of them approached, Zhao Shiting waved his knife hard and slashed at Saburo Watanabe's head. Saburo Watanabe went sideways and gently stroked Zhao Shiting's left arm, and blood splattered out.

"Ah!" Zhao Shiting screamed, threw away the knife in his hand, covered the wound on his left arm with his right hand, staggered for a few steps, and looked at the grim smile on his side with a pale face, looking extremely painful, and blood flowed down the wound, dripping to the ground.

There was a long hole in Zhao Shiting's left arm, and the flesh and blood were turned outward, which looked very serious, but Tan Zong did see that Watanabe Saburo did not hurt Zhao Shiting's neck bone, but just let him suffer some flesh and blood.

The pretty girl screamed, ran forward quickly, tore off her skirt, and bandaged Zhao Shiting's wound.

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Kuroki Ichino shouted at Watanabe Saburo. Watanabe Saburo immediately took back his Japanese sword, bowed at Kuroki Ichino, and stood aside.

"Lei Sang, Zhao Sang's performance is a brave man. Although he knew he could not beat him, he still accepted the challenge from Watanabe Jun. It really made Kuroki admire him." Kuroki Ichino turned around and looked at Tan Zong, bowed behind him, and said with a pretentious emotion, "Zhao Sang has won the girl with his actions."

"Thank you for your adult beauty." Tan Zong smiled slightly when he heard this and bowed to Aino Hei Mu. In this way, everyone will have a step down.

"Can you still leave?" Tan Zong walked to Zhao Shiting, who was sweating profusely and pale, and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Zhao Shiting didn't want to stay in this ghost place for a moment. He gritted his teeth and nodded at Tan Zong.

"Heimu Leader, Brother Song, there will be a future." Tan Zong bowed to Heimu Ichino and Song Gaoming and said loudly.

"There will be a date later!" Kuroki Ichino and Song Gaoming said in unison, but Kuroki Ichino bowed to Tan Zong, while Song Gaoming bowed.

Seeing this, Min Tianhao quickly walked towards Tan Zong, and with the beautiful girl, Zhao Shiting and the beautiful woman who was given to Tan Zong by Ichinomi Kuroki, he left the village and walked towards the cave under the gaze of Ichinomi Kuroki, Ichinomi Song Gaoming and others.

"Song Sang, if you have the chance, I would like to recommend this Lei Sang for me. We Fusang people like to make friends the most." After Tan Zong and others disappeared into the night, Chiang Kiyomi turned his head and looked at Song Gaoming and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, leader Heimu, I will respond to your request." Song Gaoming smiled and bowed to answer, but he secretly complained in his heart: Grandma, you are just "sending to mourn (Song Sang)"!

"Please!" Kuroki Ichino reached out and patted Song Gaoming on the shoulder, and walked into the attic accompanied by Yamabe Kojiro, Watanabe Saburo and others.

"Hmph, the little Japanese bandits don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. If it weren't for the clever arrangement above, you would have become turtles in the jar. How could you still be rampant here!" After glanced at the back of Heimu Yinan, Song Gaoming sneered in his heart and left expressionlessly. He clearly felt the contempt of Heimu Yinan's respect for him.

"Kuroki, if there are many people like Lei Hong in Dashun, it will be very unfavorable to us." After entering the attic, Kuroki Ichino and others formed a circle and knelt on the wooden floor. Kojiro Yamaben looked at Kuroki Ichino with concern. This was the first time since they entered Dashun, who had met a strong Dashun person like Tan Zong.

"Don't worry, there are not many people like Lei Hong who are both civil and military, and they can be said to be rare." Kuroki Ichino put his hands in his arms, shook his head at Yamabe Kojiro, and said in a deep voice, "As for the Dashun official army, you have also seen them. Those pampered guys are no match for our Fusang samurai."

When the Japanese around him heard this, they nodded. They fought with the city defense troops in Suzhou City. The city defense troops had already worn off their unruly edges and corners under their comfortable life. The low combat effectiveness made them feel incredible. With just a few more than a thousand people, they rushed around Suzhou City, one of the most prosperous cities in Jiangnan, and returned with a full load. Is this still the Dashun army that was once invincible in the world?

After chatting and laughing for a while, the Japanese people left one after another, leaving only Kazuo Kuroki and Kojiro Yamaebe in the attic.

"Kuroki, I can't wait to attack Goryeo when the general will attack Goryeo." When the door of the attic was closed, Yamabe Kojiro looked at Koryeo with a smile, "Those Goryeo people are vulnerable. If we can defeat the Dashun army that came to reinforce, then Goryeo will be in our control."

"The reason why General sent us here this time is to test the reality of the Dashun army. It seems that after so many years, the bones of the Dashun army have been blown away by the prosperous and comfortable warm wind. Unlike us Fusang samurai, we are not afraid of suffering from the tempering of war." A smile appeared on Kuroki Ichino's face, "With Goryeo as support, we can use this as a springboard to gradually take the world of Dashun into our pockets."

"I really look forward to this day coming soon." Yamabe Kojiro turned his head and looked at the starry night sky outside the window, "I will bring Hanako to see this beautiful and prosperous Jiangnan."

"When it comes to women, we are the most gentle women in Fusang. Although Dashun women are beautiful, they don't understand the charm at all." Kuroki Ichino laughed when he heard this, "After returning to China this time, should you marry Hanako? I will definitely give you a generous gift."

"Thank you, Kuroki." Yamabe Kojiro's face was filled with a warm feeling of happiness. He bowed toward Kuroki Ichino and said.

This time, when I came to Suzhou City, Yamabe Kojiro, like other Japanese people, not only killed many Dashun people, but also stole a lot of gold, silver and treasures. Because Fusang is an island country, it lacks resources and is far from being as prosperous and wealthy as Dashun.

If the gold, silver and treasures were brought back to Fusang, they would be enough to become real monsters and live a life of luxury from now on.

As the leader of the Japanese, Ichino Kuroki gained a lot, so he was confident to give a generous gift when Kojiro Yamabe got married.

At the same time, Song Gaoming frowned and paced back and forth in the room. For some reason, he always felt restless. Tan Zong and Min Tianhao came here too suddenly today, which made him not mentally prepared at all.

When Tan Zong and Min Tianhao were there, because Tan Zong had a conflict with the Japanese, Song Gaoming had no time to think too carefully. Now he calmed down and savored it carefully. He really couldn't think of the reason why his boss wanted Zhao Shiting to leave.

Moreover, vaguely, Song Gaoming felt that Tan Zong was different from those of his introverted and low-key colleagues he had seen before. If it were him, he would never have conflicts with the Japanese. Why did he do this? Is it because he couldn't stand the arrogance of the Japanese?

"Come here!" After a moment, Song Gaoming stopped and shouted outside the door.

"Sir, what's the matter?" A big man pushed the door and walked in, bowed to Song Gaoming, and said.
Chapter completed!