First Evolution

"Could it be that Amaterasu no longer favors us?"

Sato sighed in the sky and let out a strong howl, but his will was very firm, and he immediately grabbed the command knife and roared.

"Everyone! Cheer up, let's not say that we haven't lost yet. Even if we lose, isn't that what we predicted before we set off?"

"Everyone has been here for a long time, with the determination to serve the emperor and the empire, and it is an honor to be able to become a **** with all the lords here!"

Having said that, Sato took out a white cloth belt from his arms and wrapped it around his forehead. Then he raised the command knife in his hand, and charged at the most intense battle with a roar.

Infected by Sato, several wounded people next to him, as well as the two staff officers, were breathing heavily, and then began to wrap themselves with cloth belts, reluctantly got up and followed Sato and began to charge!

With the addition of this group of brave and fearless freshmen, the momentum of the green battalion rushing forward suddenly suffocated, but there is a saying that the army is defeated like a mountain, and the reinforcements from General Liu's side have arrived again, so the Japanese are here. One side's counterattack was just a flash in the pan.

Saying a voice-over, how could Liu Zongbing suddenly have reinforcements?

However, someone discovered that there were 100 people locked up in the cellar in Zhuangzi. These people were all residents of the Li family compound. They were tortured by the Japanese tonight. ...it's just that the Japanese were too busy enjoying themselves to kill them.

At this time, after they were released, they didn't need to mobilize at all. They picked up their weapons and automatically joined the battle. It was completely red-eyed and risking their lives.

Sato cursed and slashed several fighters with his sword in succession, but was hugged by a cold man.

In the middle of his busy schedule, Sato looked back and suddenly realized that this person was still his acquaintance. He nodded and bowed a few hours ago, with a flattering smile on his face ------- This person is none other than Li Jiada Li Quan of the hospital.

It's just that Li Quan's face was completely distorted at this time, and he looked as ferocious as a ghost.

Sato let out a loud roar, raised his knife and stabbed him, deeply piercing his vest, blood gushing out.

But Li Quan's body trembled, and he forcibly endured the fatal pain. A gratifying smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if the pain was a relief for him!

And Li Quan burst out with astonishing power, and suddenly pushed Sato out five or six meters away, and then overturned it to the ground.

Sato knew something was wrong, and was about to turn over and get up in a hurry, but there were several people around, including women and old people.

It's just that after seeing Sato at this time, a strange light suddenly appeared in the eyes of these people, and they walked towards him step by step.

Just as Sato was about to stand up, a woman pounced on him and dug his eyeballs with sharp nails. Sato hurriedly avoided, but a blood mark had already been cut out on his eyelids.

And when he pushed the woman away, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his calf again!

Looking down, it was an old man who had lost several teeth and was holding his calf and biting hard. The sound from the depths of his throat was completely unhuman. To this old man, it was as if his own flesh and blood were the world. The sweetest thing ever.

Sato, a fanatical Japanese officer, couldn't help but feel a creepy feeling in his heart. At this time, of course, he wouldn't remember that the old man's granddaughter was thrown to his death on the steps by his own hands.

So in such a situation of extreme panic, Sato pulled out the dagger from the boot and stabbed the old man in the chest, but the old man didn't even react at all in the face of such a fatal injury, as if the knife was a Like stabbing someone else.

At this time, Sato, who was aiming at another person, rushed up. He directly bit Sato's eyeball. After the severe pain in the eyelid, Sato's psychology finally collapsed, and he began to scream and cry. That voice was no different from the common people who had been tormented and tortured by them before...

For Sato, he did not get the desired experience of "becoming a god", but fell directly into the most terrifying realm of hungry ghosts before he died...

A hundred causes must bear fruit. Ironically, if they hadn’t personally involved this wealthy and peaceful village in the terrifying flames of war, making it a **** on earth, then Sato wouldn’t have experienced such a great horror before his death. .

***

at the same time,

In the ancestral hall of the Li family compound, the lights are bright,

Although there were still murmurs of shouts and explosions outside, the place still seemed orderly and quite quiet.

In China, ancestral halls often have very important meanings, so they are cleaned very cleanly. Usually, there are three or four servants who take care of them specially, responsible for burning incense, offering offerings, cleaning spiritual places and so on.

Of course, now the Japanese have thrown away all the table offerings and tablets here. There is a desk inside, and at least four lanterns are lit around it, so it looks quite bright.

There was a man sitting in front of the desk with a straight back. He was wearing a Japanese kimono at this time, and this kimono looked elegant and gorgeous, which only Shinto priests could wear.

The man's face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes were very bright, full of innocence, and he looked like a patient who was prematurely aging.

In front of him are calligraphy supplies such as pen, ink, paper and inkstone. He maintains the posture of holding the pen, and also looks intently at a scroll next to him. Looking at his posture, he is actually copying a calligraphy at this time. work.

On the rice paper in front of the man, fresh handwriting was left, dripping with ink. Looking closely, there was a line of words written on it:

"The mountains are high and the water is long, and there are thousands of objects. There is no old pen..."

After writing this, the man stopped writing, then looked at what he had written, shook his head slightly compared to the scroll next to him, and sighed.

If Fang Linyan was here, he would be very surprised, because looking at the content copied by this man, it is impressive that it can be ranked among the top five national treasures in the history of Chinese painting and calligraphy.

Post it on the balcony!

In fact, the value of this cultural relic will never be degraded by Lanting, which is known as the world's first running script.

Although its fame seems to be small, it is only because the person who wrote this poster is too famous.

This is the only surviving authentic calligraphy of the poet Li Bai! !

Poetry is the chanting work of the poet, and the book is written by Qinglian layman after drunk. It is such a match made in heaven, and it is even more rare that it has been passed down to this day. The preciousness of the stickers on the balcony can be imagined.

In comparison, Lanting Preface is only famous for Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, and the content is drawn by passer-by Jia, which is definitely not comparable to the poems of poet Li Bai.

What's more important is that Lan Ting Xu's ancient masterpiece was brought into his mausoleum by the evil beast Li Shimin, and it has never seen the light of day.

Therefore, in this regard, the balcony stickers that are still in existence must be more popular.

I don't know how this Japanese man managed to get this well-deserved national treasure.

Suddenly, an officer walked in quickly from outside. The military uniform on the left half of the officer's body was soaked with blood, but the discipline button on his neck was still meticulous. He came to the man behind him and stood up sharply, and his heels snapped. One knock:

"His Royal Highness! The situation is quite critical now. I have been ordered to come and assist you to evacuate!"

A big lawsuit is the highest title among priests. Intuitively, it is similar to the abbot, who presides over this type of title.

Facing the officer's request for help, the big lawsuit seemed unheard of. He continued to look at the words he copied, and suddenly picked up the copybook he just wrote and put it on the candle next to it and burned it. .

A strange thing happened. The flame of the copybook was green. When the copybook was burning, there were strange shadows and strange sounds around, and then it suddenly started to rain in the house.

But this house has a roof! But there were scattered light red raindrops, not only that, some of these raindrops were illusions and some were real.

The light red rain lasted for only ten seconds, and as a result, the hair and clothes of several people in the room were soaked by the light red blood rain. None, there is an obvious feeling of both real and fantasy.

At this time, the big lawsuit looked at the officer and said slowly:

"Wait a minute, wait a minute."

"Now is not the time to evacuate, Si Jian, Tianshouli, Tianshito, Mianjinmi, Jianyu Mingfang... You five messengers will take your men to intercept the enemy? After bathing in the blood of Su Zhan. Rain, your strength will be significantly increased."

When the big lawsuit speaks, he speaks in a soft voice, but at a very fast pace, so it is difficult to distinguish what he is saying if he is not careful.

Just after these words were said, blood spilled from the corner of the big lawsuit. He wiped it off as if nothing had happened, and sighed slightly:

"My weakened body, after all, can't bear the power of the gods too much."

As the order of the big lawsuit was conveyed, five people stood beside them. Among these five people, there were the short fat Sakura and Xiongya who received the task of hunting Fang Linyan, but the fifth man was not there.

And the five of them had obvious traces of being wet by blood rain.

Japan claims to have 8 million gods, and the "Si Jian, Tianshouli, Tianshito, Matsumi, Jianyu Mingfang" pointed out in the big lawsuit are the names of the gods. The five people he called are these five people. Messenger of the gods.

Then, seeing the five people bowing slightly, they pointed to the outside and walked out. Although there were entourages gathered around them, the total number would not exceed twenty.

It seems that this priest, Your Excellency, actually intends to use this group of people to turn the tide?

And just after the group of people walked out of the door for more than ten meters, a servant boy in a kimono flew over at the corner door of the courtyard. He looked exactly the same as when he was next to His Excellency the Great Lawsuit.

After the waiter rolled on the ground for seven or eight laps, his chest collapsed obviously, and then he began to vomit blood. At the same time, he opened his mouth and found that more than half of the teeth in his mouth were lost, and his eyes were a little slack. There was a clear footprint on his chest.

Immediately afterwards, a man walked slowly from the front. The man's trousers were rolled up, and he stepped on the ground with his bare feet. His body was covered with blood, and his bare feet were also covered with mud, but the whole person seemed full of energy. Full of anger, it is Master Huo's proud disciple Ah Qi.

At this time, Qi had been fighting the Japanese for a long time, but he didn't feel tired at all. Instead, he felt hearty and refreshing!

As the saying goes, people gather people by like things, and Qi is the proud disciple of Master Huo, of course, most of his ideas are similar to him. Martial arts is actually a killing technique, and all physical fitness is for publicity.

After martial arts was created, its purpose is to knock down/kill opponents faster!

Ah Qi was originally an existence similar to Wu Chi. In the past, he felt very happy when he practiced his hands and even fought with martial arts.

And now, with what he has learned throughout his life, UU reading www. After uukanshu.com killed six Japanese invaders in a row, he only felt that his thoughts were mastered, and he couldn't help but feel an indescribable joy in his heart.

At this time, Ah Qi's heart had already given birth to enlightenment. The previous practice of martial arts to kill people was just a battle of willpower.

However, at this time, he used the martial arts handed down from his ancestors to protect his family and protect the country, and killed the Japanese pirates who were poisoning the people.

Ah Qi was originally an art caster. His internal skills were passed down by Master Huo, but his leg skills were taught by his third uncle, who had passed away for more than 20 years.

When he kicked out before, kicking a Japanese soldier to the point where he vomited blood and rolled to death in pain, he couldn't help but let out a long howl! Not only that, but there was also a vision in front of Ah Qi. The third uncle, who had passed away for more than 20 years, was stroking his beard and smiling, looking very approving.

At this time, he only felt that his heart was empty, and the various thoughts that usually troubled him were swept away, and there was only one thought in his heart:

"Kill all these **** Japanese pirates!"

Since then, Ah Qi, who is only 24 years old, has already touched the threshold of the master. It is when he is in high spirits. Before he was targeted by dozens of foreign guns, he had no fear. At this time, faced with persecution The five people who came over didn't even take them seriously.

But at this moment, the tall man at the head moved first. He was like a wooden man, his body stiffly aimed at Ah Qi and hit him.

Ah Qi flicked sideways, but the tall man seemed to ignore the joint restrictions and knocked on Ah Qi's head with his backhand.

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