Thirteen enemies attacked.
He was dressed in a tight black suit, a samurai uniform, carrying a submachine gun, and with a radio and a samurai sword on his back.
The average height of the group was less than 1.65 meters.
Typical characteristics of Japanese pirates.
Zheng Ya understood immediately, but didn't take it seriously, continuing to eat his barbecued antelope chops and drink his century-old wine, completely unaware of Xu Laoqi's current craving: "Crunch, crunch."
With his upper and lower teeth chattering, and his whole body trembling, Xu Laoqi lay on the ground and backed away, desperate to escape this dangerous area; someone was going to die.
"Tsk tsk tsk, ha, the meat smells good, the wine is mellow, aren't you going to leave without ordering some?" Zheng Ya, with a wicked sense of humor, handed him a piece of roasted antelope rib and a bottle of century-old fine wine.
Unfortunately, Xu Laoqi was now only focused on escaping, shaking his head and accelerating backward: "Shh."
He was like a mudfish, crawling backwards in the grass on the ground, cold sweat pouring down his face, quite frightened.
At this moment, even Xu Erdan and the four men from the other two groups noticed the enemy's attack and nervously aimed their guns at the enemy, their hands trembling.
My fear of war kicked in.
It wasn't that they were cowardly or afraid of death, but rather that they recognized these people as elite warriors and ninjas among the Japanese soldiers.
They were among the elite Japanese soldiers, capable of taking on a hundred men single-handedly.
During the Japanese invasion of China, they displayed brutality, bloodlust, tyranny, and other traits that made them indiscriminate killers.
Xu Erdan and the others had never seen ninjas before, but they had all heard that they were a bloodthirsty Japanese army that they couldn't afford to mess with!
At this moment, the thirteen ninjas had already spotted the urging gold foil hanging from the treetop, swaying in the wind and reflecting the setting sun. They rushed to the bottom of the slope, a hundred meters away, but stopped there.
"Matsushita-kun, why did you stop?" Ikeda Ichiro turned around and questioned, worried that if he was too late, the gold leaf would be stolen.
Along the way, we encountered many people from various factions heading this way.
Unfortunately, their marching speed was far inferior to that of the ninjas.
However, the distance between them is less than three kilometers, and they will catch up soon.
It's like racing against time; how can we stand still at this crucial moment?
Matsushita beckoned him to squat down: "There are a lot of broken bushes over there, which looks like they were broken to lay mines or set up traps."
There were people eating meat and drinking wine behind the rocks under the gold-leaf tree, clearly waiting for me to go and die…
"Matsushita-kun, I have less than five minutes to grab the gold leaf. I'm asking you, are you going to go or not?" Ikeda Ichiro straightened his back angrily and questioned. It's just a minefield, it's not like we haven't been through it before.
As for traps and mechanisms, those things are only good for dealing with stupid wild beasts; they're child's play against ninjas.
Matsushita disliked this reckless man and, suppressing his anger, ordered: "Stand still and wait for someone to come and clear the landmines for us..."
"Matsushita-kun, are you trying to jeopardize our chances and hand over the Muchen Pearl and gold foil to someone else?" Ikeda Ichiro angrily interrupted his order, while the others looked at each other in exasperation.
When the two top officials are arguing, it's wrong to side with either of them. Isn't that infuriating?
Matsushita laughed in exasperation: "Fine, then Ikeda-kun will lead the men up to seize the Muchen Pearl gold foil. We'll stay here and provide cover for you. Please?"
It's hard to persuade a ghost that's courting death with kind words.
No one forced Ikeda Ichiro to his death. If he wanted to seize the Muchen Pearl gold foil for himself, then so be it!
Ikeda Ichiro disdained arguing with him and waved to the group: "Follow me?"
"Hai!" The five ninjas nodded and accepted the order, then followed his steps and charged rapidly toward the tree covered with gold leaf.
This made Xu Erdan extremely nervous. He kept urging in a low voice, "Damn it, Lao Qi, where have you been? Come back quickly, the enemy is coming..."
"Should we fire or not?" The other two groups trembled as they held their guns, wanting to shoot the enemy but afraid of failing to kill them and ruining Zheng Ya's grand plan and taking responsibility.
Another person complained, "Shoot, shoot, shoot, what the hell? Let's wait for them to fire first before we shoot. It's so damn tense..."
"Shasha!" Ikeda Ichiro led five men to charge into the bushes sixty meters away from Zheng Ya. Zheng Ya remained seated, drinking and eating meat, occasionally praising, "Ha, good wine, so fragrant!"
"You bastard! If I get within thirty meters of you, you're dead..." Ikeda Ichiro confidently put away his submachine gun while running, drew his katana from his back, and prepared to rush up and behead Zheng Ya with a single blow.
Logically speaking, a distance of forty meters is neither close nor far, enough for someone with a gun to wipe out six people with a single burst of fire. Yet they dared to switch from guns to knives and kill the enemy with cold weapons. Were they either incredibly audacious or courting death?
In fact, these ninjas really have that ability. At a distance of more than forty meters, if they were to unleash their full power to launch a ninja attack, they could unleash a speed that bullets could not reach and a deadly shadow strike within five seconds.
So, the six men grinned maliciously, each feeling that victory was in their hands and the Muchen Pearl and gold foil were now theirs.
Unfortunately, they had barely stepped within thirty-five meters when they were met with the impact of Zheng Ya's planning ability: illusion magic.
Driven by the willpower of a planning ability, six planning abilities were unleashed, striking the surprised eyes of six ninjas and implanting them into their minds to create fantasies.
"Shasha, ordinary" The six people fell one after another into the bushes, rolling around and slashing with their knives, killing each other.
They suddenly entered the enemy's ambush zone and were surrounded and attacked. They fought bravely and killed each other.
At this moment, Ikeda Ichiro and his six companions regarded each other as mortal enemies, each displaying their unique skills, and slaughtering each other until limbs danced wildly in the bushes.
This scene shocked everyone present; they were all stunned. What was going on?
Killing each other, are they possessed?
Xu Erdan and his six companions were alright; they forgot their fear while watching the show and quieted down, wanting to see how the enemy would kill their own people. Why?
Matsushita was so angry his teeth ached. He squatted behind a large rock and roared, "Damn it! I told them there was an ambush over there, but they wouldn't listen. What are we going to do now?"
"Commander Matsushita, let's charge in and provide support!"
"If we just stay here and watch the show and get anxious, what will we look like when other people see us?" Koizumi didn't want to be seen as someone who wouldn't help someone in distress, someone who was afraid of death, and someone who would be ridiculed.
Besides, the Muchen Pearl and gold foil are right in front of me. If I don't like them, I'll make future generations look like cowards. If word gets out, my reputation will be ruined for life. I might as well commit suicide.
A martial artist's courage and unwavering resolve are driven by the will of martial arts, leaving them no other choice.
Matsushita knew very well that the situation was unfavorable to his side. He stood up, bent down, picked up his gun, and walked forward: "Follow me, and we'll deal with each other when I make my move."
The remaining members of "Hayi" followed with guns.
When they were sixty meters away, Matsushita fired at the area where Ikeda Ichiro was fighting: "Rat-a-tat-tat."
The idea is to use bullets to clear a path, breaking through the powder in the hallucinogenic drug zone so that it can be dispersed by the wind, allowing them to rush through the zone and seize the Muchen Pearl gold foil.
However, they were too complacent. When they thought they had broken through the hallucinogenic drug zone and launched an attack to approach Ikeda Ichiro and his group of six, they were greeted by Zheng Ya with drinks and meat: "Welcome, little guinea pigs, to demonstrate your skills. Get up and let's kill!"
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