However, Zhang Tianhao was still a little worried in the end. Even if he didn't show it, he didn't expect that several people would die this time.
Song Tao was hunted down, Li Zhongting was shot dead, and several team members who assassinated Japanese ronin also died directly at the hands of police and ronin, which made him feel pain in his heart.
No wonder the phone call to Li Zhongting's home just now was blocked.
After all, only he himself knows about every person who fires unconscionable guns, and no one else knows at all.
Seeing that after checking Hejian Ye, there was no contraband, Zhang Tianhao sent He Jian Ye away and walked to the back with a gloomy look.
But Zhang Li was listening there, and she still felt like she was still dreaming. After all, the Japanese killed and injured at least four to five hundred people in last night's operation, but this was a big operation. Even in Peking, she never thought about it.
Pass.
The operation was so successful, but Zhang Tianhao's face became extremely gloomy after He Jianye left. He walked towards the backyard.
Obviously Zhang Tianhao knew something.
In the main hall of the backyard, there is a table, an incense burner behind it, and even a blank piece of paper hanging there. There should be a Buddha statue here, or other portraits.
But Zhang Tianhao didn't put anything here. Zhang Tianhao had only lit the red candles on both sides twice so far. Although Zhang Li didn't know why Zhang Tianhao lit candles, she could feel the pain in Zhang Tianhao's heart.
She followed Zhang Tianhao to the backyard and saw Zhang Tianhao lighting candles directly there. Two bright red candles were lit, and the large white paper-like scroll in the middle was obviously a bit sinister.
Zhang Tianhao walked aside, then carefully took out three incense sticks from the bundle, carefully placed them on the candle and lit them. He stood in front of the blank portrait, bowed three times, and then inserted the incense sticks on it.
"Zhang Li, you're here too, give your brother a stick of incense!"
When Zhang Li heard this, she didn't understand. Zhang Tianhao said this, which meant that some brothers had been killed in the battle. As for those people who were killed in the battle, she didn't know. She also silently walked to the portrait, took out a stick of incense, and then carefully lit the incense and paid her respects.
After a few clicks, he inserted it into the incense burner.
"Sir, are you okay?"
"It's okay. There are hundreds of people buried with him. They can walk more safely. Don't worry. Maybe in a few days, brothers will join you."
Zhang Tianhao's face also became more serious, even murderous, and his eyes were a little red.
"Sir, please forgive me!"
"No, I should be happy. Don't tell Song Lang about this, lest he worry and do something inappropriate and stupid." Zhang Tianhao took a deep breath, and then tried to regain his previous calmness.
"I know!"
At this moment, Zhang Li didn't understand what the white paper in the middle was. It was just a mourning hall for the dead brothers whose names could not be written on. Although every action was taken with caution, the results were still unpredictable.
"How about we pour a glass of wine, let's have a drink and make a toast too?"
"OK!"
Zhang Li knew that Zhang Tianhao was not in a good mood, so she didn't say anything. She walked to the wine cabinet and took out three ordinary white empty cups, took a bottle of white wine, placed three cups on the table, and then poured
Serve three cups.
Then he handed Zhang Tianhao a glass, picked up a glass himself, and sprinkled the last glass lightly on the table. Then he drank it in one gulp.
The same goes for Zhang Tianhao. After finishing the wine in his glass, he felt better.
The two of them sat there without saying anything. It wasn't until all the pillars were burned that Zhang Tianhao went to blow out the candles, but a strong scent of sandalwood was already wafting into the room.
Zhang Tianhao stood up again, walked to the side and washed his face, and then his face regained its original confidence and calmness, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
"Let's go to the front and see if there are any patients. It's just that there may not be much business when we open today. Take a look at that little girl!"
"If you have nothing to do, go and tease me. You will feel better."
Zhang Li was also speechless for a while, but still followed Zhang Tianhao.
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Song Tao looked at the Japanese soldiers who were still following him from a distance. They had been chasing him for more than ten hours, but they still didn't give up. It was obvious that they were determined to catch him.
"Damn it, why am I still here in the wild mountains and forests today?"
He gasped for air, then took out a cigarette from his pocket, found a place leeward, and took out a box of matches and a small ID card from his pocket.
He can die, but his identity must not be recognized. After all, he knows that the Japanese may find more people by following his ID card.
As the match turned into a ball of fire, the ID card burned directly into a ball of fire. And he even brought the cigarette closer to the fire and took a beautiful puff of the cigarette.
"I haven't smoked for a long time. If I don't smoke, I won't have the chance to smoke." He was so tired at this time that he didn't have much strength in his body.
From last night to now, it was almost noon, and he had not had a bite to eat until now. He also did not expect that this mission would turn out like this.
As he took a puff of cigarette, he felt a discomfort in his throat, and several coughs came from his mouth.
"What the hell, who said cigarettes are easy to smoke? I just discovered today that smoking is also so difficult." He touched the gun and the grenade, feeling a little more confident.
"Brother, from now on, the succession of my Song family will be left to you. Don't die!"
He rested for a while, then got up again and ran towards the forest. After all, on his left, there was the sound of a dog barking again. From a distance, he saw a dozen policemen leading a dog towards here.
Come.
There were nearly a hundred Japanese soldiers behind him, which almost made it difficult for him to fly.
He looked behind him and then continued to climb up the mountain. Now he had no way to retreat. The only feasible way was up the mountain. Maybe going up the mountain was his only chance of survival.
But his physical strength became his biggest obstacle.
Now he really regrets why he didn't train more. If he had good physical strength, he wouldn't be chased closer and closer by the Japanese soldiers.
"Bah bang bang!"
Then he heard the sound of gunshots ringing in his ears. He cursed bitterly, and then tried hard to climb up the mountain again. However, all his efforts were still unable to make it faster than the Japanese guns.
A bullet hit his thigh directly, and the possibility of him escaping instantly became zero. He had to lean behind a tree, dragging his injured thigh, half-leaning there, picked up the pistol, and shot
Shooting at the Japanese.
Bursts of gunfire made popping sounds directly on the trees next to him, and the snow on the trees was shaken and fell down, falling on him.
"Come on little devil, I will be a good man again in eighteen years. When I came here, I never thought about going back!" There was a flash of madness in his eyes.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, when he was fighting back, the pistol fired once, but did not go off. He was stunned, quickly ducked behind a tree, pulled out the magazine and took a look.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly, there were no bullets left, wasn't this forcing him?
He gently took out a bullet from his arms, which was his own glory bullet. The glory bullet with his body temperature was gently pushed into the magazine of the pistol.
He gently pulled the pistol and loaded the bullet again. He also took out a prepared grenade.
Soon, he pulled the grenade ring off, gently held the grenade with his left hand, and then put the pistol directly against his head.
Just as the Japanese soldiers were surrounding them, a gunshot was heard.
This chapter has been completed!