Qianye Kong kept running. In fact, she was not afraid of this Japanese soldier. You know, she was the one who almost dragged Zhao Min into the sea and drowned her. She had both the courage and the ability to kill this soldier. At this moment, the reason why Qianye Kong ran was that she lacked a place to kill.
Just now, there were too many people in that place. If someone was killed in such a place, they would definitely be discovered. She was the Queen of Japan and the planner of the fire. Once her identity was discovered, if Zhang Wuji had not taken over the city of Tokyo in time, I am afraid that Hirohito would have to sacrifice her life.
That's why Qianye Kong wanted to find a place with few people or no one at all.
Qianye Kong ran and ran, and finally came to an empty alley. The alley was already surrounded by flames, but the alley was still intact for the time being.
The Japanese soldier said to Qianye Kong with a smirk on his face: "Hahahaha, Miss Hua, are you going to run when the time comes? The more you run, the more excited I will be."
Qianye Kong looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he felt relieved.
She looked up at the Japanese soldier, her eyes full of coldness. Unfortunately, the lustful and bold Japanese soldier only thought that the beauty in front of him was scared out of her wits. He only thought that Qianye Kong chose to accept his fate because he had no way to retreat.
"Hahahaha, Miss Hua, you're quite good at choosing a place. It's quite warm here. Let's get started quickly. After we're done, I still have to fight with the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty."
The words of the Japanese soldier made Chiba Kong feel both funny and disgusted.
He didn't even look at his own identity and even had the nerve to say that he wanted to fight to the death with Zhang Wuji. In Qianye Kong's eyes, the Japanese soldier in front of her was not even qualified to carry Zhang Wuji's shoes.
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Just as the Japanese soldier quickly took off his armor, Qianye Kong walked towards him little by little. Qianye Kong slowly stretched his hand to his waist. However, at this moment, the Japanese soldier said again: "No, don't do this yourself, I will do it myself."
It turned out that the Japanese soldier had misunderstood. When he saw Qianye Kong touching her hand to her waist, he thought she wanted to undress. Little did he know that Qianye Kong was just taking out a dagger from her waist.
The moment he saw the dagger, the Japanese soldier immediately became alert. He thought that the beauty in front of him was stubborn and wanted to do something to threaten his death. However, what he didn't know was that the dagger in Qianye Kong's hand was pointed at him.
There was a flash of cold light, and the dagger instantly cut the throat of the Japanese soldier. Then, the Japanese soldier covered his throat tightly. He looked at Qianye Kong in disbelief, but Qianye Kong just gave him a cold look.
The Japanese soldier fell to the ground unwillingly. National hatred, family feuds, and the rise and fall of the nation were all as light as a feather in the heart of this Japanese soldier. He knew his identity. Even if a person of his identity could survive this crisis, he would never be able to stand out, because the upper class of the Japanese country has always been controlled by the aristocracy. He was a soldier in this life, so she would still be a soldier in the next life, and this would never change. At this moment, before he died, all he thought about was that he had not had a close contact with the beautiful woman just now.
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Besides, it is tragic enough that Chiba Sora, the Queen of Japan, has fallen into this state. She never expected that in the end she would have to be humiliated in this way by her own family.
Qianye Kong knew she had become a traitor, and while she felt no guilt, she hadn't expected the soldiers in Tokyo to target her even as their country and family were being destroyed. How could such a country not be doomed to fall?
Qianye Kong was getting angrier and angrier the more she thought about it. She formed seals with her hands, took a deep breath, and then spit out a stream of red flames all around. For a moment, flames shot up into the sky. Not only did Zhang Wuji hate this city, but Qianye Kong also hated it at this moment. She just wanted to turn this city into ashes as soon as possible.
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An hour later, after an hour of bloody fighting, Zhang Wuji and his soldiers had firmly controlled the second line of city defense.
Marshal Zhao Min put on a show of her own and did not come to the second line of defense until the second line of defense was completely stabilized.
At this moment, Zhang Wuji and others were already resting in the corner tower of the second line of city defense.
It was not until Zhao Min arrived here that she discovered that both Zhang Wuji himself and Zhou Zhiruo and the others were covered in blood, but that blood was from the Japanese, and there was a hint of blush on their faces.
The blush was caused by excitement. Zhang Wuji could often make them look like this. Zhao Min looked at them, sneered, and said, "Are they all beautiful?"
Seeing this, Zhou Zhiruo did not indulge Zhao Min: "It's beautiful, but it's a pity that you don't have a share."
After hearing this, Zhao Min was speechless: "Huh, no share for me? I don't even want it. Look at how blushing you all are, as if you have just been harmed by Zhang Wuji."
Zhou Zhiruo smiled and said, "So what? No matter which one it is, you didn't get it."
Zhao Min glared at Zhou Zhiruo. To be honest, she was rarely left speechless in front of Zhou Zhiruo.
"Hmph, you and the vixen, you are relying on the fact that I have important things to do today, so I won't bother with you. Sooner or later, I will teach you a lesson."
Then, Zhao Min came to Zhang Wuji and asked, "Are you okay?"
There was a hint of complaint in Zhao Min's tone, but more of it was tenderness and worry. If there was anything else, it was a hint of grievance.
She felt wronged because Zhang Wuji put her in danger.
Looking at Zhang Wuji again, he smiled at Zhao Min and said, "Min'er, I'm sorry for making you worry."
After hearing this, Zhao Min first sighed helplessly, and then said: "You, are a worry at all. Don't forget that you are the emperor of the Ming Dynasty now. My man, Zhao Min, must live a long life, so you'd better take care of him."
"There is only the last line of city defense left. As long as we take down the Japanese's third line of defense, our army can march straight in. It will be much easier for us to remove those bunkers inside the city."
Zhang Wuji smiled slightly: "That's true, but Min'er, before, when I decided to go into battle myself, you spoke rudely to me. I, Zhang Wuji, am a man who holds grudges. I want to see who will be skinned alive after this matter is over."
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