The two old guys quickly walked to the so-called forbidden area and separated, carefully searching along the edge of the forest.

Yang Fengyun raised his hand slightly and gestured under his neck. Yang Luo shook his head, made a gesture, and wriggled backward at a speed that the naked eye could not capture. Zhang Longgang pinched the back of the neck of Hen Stru's five fingers. With force, Hen Stru fainted without even humming. Then Zhang Longgang and Yang Fengyun dragged Hen Stru's legs and began to slowly wriggle backwards.

Yang Luo never fought a war that he was unsure. Although these two old Japanese were not young, they came through the war years. It can be said that their practical experience was richer than theirs. The most important thing is that they only had two m14s and a pistol, while the other party had a sniper rifle and a machine gun. The masters confronted each other and took action without absolute certainty. If they missed a single blow, they would be frantically counterattacked by the opponent, and they would lose their skin even if they were not dead.

Yang Fengyun and Zhang Longgang dragged Strue, followed Yang Luo to the jungle, and lay on the ground. Fortunately, the sky was dark and there was wind, so they could cover them well, otherwise they would have to be exposed. It was like this that the two old Japanese searched back and forth for more than twenty minutes, but they almost dug three feet before walking back and forth.

Yang Luo exhaled, raised his hand to make a gesture, then slowly dived back, and returned to the grass on the edge of the jungle again. Yang Fengyun and Zhang Long had just untied the belt of Hum Strull, tied him up tightly, and then took off his socks and blocked them in his mouth, so as not to wake up and scream. When they came to Yang Luo, they saw that the old Japanese man holding the sniper rifle was gone, while another old Japanese man was eating.

When Yang Luo saw Yang Fengyun and Zhang Longgang touching each other, he reached out to take Zhang Longgang's gun, then handed the pistol to Zhang Longgang, and then made several gestures in succession. He told them that the old devil who disappeared was alert at eleven o'clock. He went over and led the old devil away and asked Zhang Longgang and Yang Fengyun to find an opportunity to kill the one who stayed here.

Zhang Longgang and Yang Fengyun nodded at the same time. Yang Luo slowly retreated, then stood up and rushed into the jungle. He walked around to the entrance of the mining area, like a cheetah quickly passing through an open area that could be thirty or forty meters.

The old Japanese man who was eating suddenly raised his head, stared at the front of him with his eyes tightly. After a while, he shook his head in confusion and continued to eat with his head down.

In a bush, a figure was lying there quietly, staring at his companions with his sinister eyes. It should be said that it was his brother, a real brother, and a twin. His name was Keiji Henglu, and his younger brother was Keiji Henglu. The two joined the army at the age of fourteen and were sent to China at the age of fifteen. Even if they didn't know, how many of the people died at their hands, and they became the pride of the entire Japan and were even rewarded by the Emperor. But they never thought that one day the invincible Japanese Empire would be defeated, and the god in their hearts, His Majesty the Emperor, would surrender, which made their hearts very painful and confused. But no matter how unwilling they were, they finally retreated here with the troops escorting supplies.

He could not remember it was in 1945 or 1946. On a rainy night, General Tomomi Yamashita summoned several senior generals to a meeting. The two of them had made countless military achievements and were commended by the Emperor, and were fortunate to be invited to attend the meeting. In the dark mine where even the other party could not see clearly, he knew that what they had taken back was not supplies, but gold and jewelry. Tomomi Yamashita told them that the emperor issued a secret order to bury the gold and jewelry here, which was related to the important task of the future development of the empire, and they had the opportunity to take it out. At that time, Tomomi Yamashita warned them that only a few of them knew about this matter and were not allowed to tell anyone.

Things went smoothly, and the countless gold and jewelry were hidden secretly in tunnels or caves and sealed with cement. Some were transported to other places in Manila and buried deep pits. Others sank into exploded coral reefs and stuffed with a mixture of coral stone and cement. They thought they could go home when the matter was over, and that day they received an order that made them shudder when they heard it. No matter who it was, they would participate in the activity of burying treasures and kill!

You should know that in addition to the 30,000 to 40,000 miners caught, there were more than 8,000 Japanese emperors. Although the brave soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the empire had also guessed and asked what was buried, they had never gotten the answer. On that day, Yamashita ordered everyone to hand over their weapons and then stood in an empty place. No one wanted to think that their destiny was destined, and everyone had a happy smile on their faces. Maybe everyone was thinking that they could finally go home.

He still remembers clearly that with the sound of gunfire, the emperors who had fought side by side with him fell in pools of blood. The blood flowed like a small river. The pairs of eyes full of despair, unwillingness and confusion could still wake him up until midnight dreams. Especially the blood, like a red carpet laid on the ground, and several heavy rains were not washed away. He and his younger brother were lucky to survive with General Fengwen’s guard company at the foot of the mountain, and then stayed here to protect the treasure, waiting for the summons of His Majesty the Emperor one day.

One day, two days, one year, two years, they all got old and died one by one. In the end, even General Fengwen at the foot of the mountain died. The remaining dozen people remained here and insisted on training every day. Although they were old, they could still get guns and pull bolts. They always had a belief in their hearts that His Majesty the Emperor would definitely send someone to pick them up. Until a month ago, two older brothers died, and their supplies were cut off. They could only kill wild beasts to fill their hunger, waiting for Cage and Ronald to appear. But after waiting for more than a month, he knew that something might have happened and there was no way, so he could only come out to find food in person. But unexpectedly, when they killed the people in the entire village and were about to collect food in the village, a group of people came and made them return in vain.

Especially the person who fought with him was definitely a master of jungle survival and combat, a soldier who really struggled from blood and death. His speed as fast as a cheetah made him unable to capture the trajectory of movement, and the unpredictable explosive power shocked him too much. Because with the joint efforts of their brothers, no one could escape from their guns. So they decisively evacuated, not because they were afraid of death, but because there were still several old brothers waiting for them.

Yang Luo quickly passed through the dense forest with an almost beast-like movement, and followed a semicircular arc route to the right side of Henglu Jinger.

Suddenly, Henglu Jinger's pupils contracted sharply, and he felt a fierce murderous aura on his right side that had almost condensed into substance. This was a breath that was emitted by soldiers like him who had been contaminated with the blood of countless people, experienced countless life and death, and grew up in blood and fire. This breath can only be felt by people with the same experience.

"That person is here!" Henglu Jinger did not dare to move around. He tried to control his breathing and make his breathing longer and slow, but his body was already tense, like a terrible tiger, looking for an opportunity to give the enemy a fatal blow. Because no matter how terrible or powerful the enemy was exposed, he believed that the other party would not dare to act rashly.

Yang Luo narrowed his eyes gently. He tried his best to put away the breath on his body, but unexpectedly, the old Japanese discovered it.

Jing, the whole world is a bit terrifying. Both people in the dark dare not act rashly, waiting for the other party to reveal their flaws. Now what is comparing is endurance. No matter who it is, as long as it moves, they will be hit by the other party's fatal blow.

Time passed by little by little, and suddenly an old but absolutely full of breath came from outside: "I'm done with it!"

Yang Luo cursed in his heart: "Damn it, it's bad." If this old devil didn't go out, the old devil outside would definitely know that something was wrong. Then Yang Luo's eyes rolled, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and opened his mouth and began to hum the song softly in Japanese.

"You and I are the same cherry blossoms, and the courtyards of the same serry blossom school are open. If you realize that the flowers bloom and fade, the beautiful flowers are fading for the country. You and I are the same serry blossoms, and the courtyards of the same serry blossom school are open. The flesh and blood are inseparable, and the breath is not in harmony. You and I are the same serry blossoms, and the courtyards of the same air force are open. Looking up at the sunset sky in the south, there is no return. You and I are the same serry blossoms, and the courtyards of the same serry blossoms are open. The day of the appointment has not arrived yet, so why did they disperse because of death? You and I are the same serry blossoms, and the courtyards of the same serry blossoms are open. The capital of flowers, Jing1 Guo1 Shen1 Society, meet you in the spring."

This is a song he saw in the military archives room before, a Japanese military song during World War II. He also found the audio and video materials and listened to it. Although his tone was not complete, he could still tell what he was singing.

Hearing the familiar melody, Henglu Jingji shivered, and he could no longer help it. He quickly moved his gun to point at the front of the right.

"Who are you? Come out!"

Yang Luo stood up and strode over without hiding his body.

Henglu Jinger also stood up, but the gun never left Yang Luo: "Who are you? How could he sing our military song?"

"Yoxi!" Yang Luo looked at the old Japanese, "I finally found you!"

Henglu Jinger's heart trembled suddenly, his eyes stared at Yang Luo, and his voice trembled, "Who are you...the hell are you?"

Yang Luo stood there straight and saluted: "My name is Sun Ren, and he is the youngest son of His Majesty the Emperor!"

A drop of old tears flowed down Henglu Jinger's eyes. Yang Luo's fluent Tokyo Japanese sings military songs from their era. Most importantly, Yang Luo knew his identity, so the old guy had no doubts at all.

Keiji Henglu put down his gun, straightened his body, and saluted Yang Luo: "Report! Special attack team Yamato sniper, Keiji Henglu reported to His Highness! "And then cried and laughed, "Your Majesty the Emperor did not forget us, and His Majesty the Emperor did not forget us..." Then he threw away the gun in his hand, grabbed Yang Luo's shoulders tightly with both hands, and said excitedly, "Only our great Japanese Empire can cultivate an excellent soldier like you."
Chapter completed!