When those old Japanese saw Yang Luo, they suddenly became murderous, and the expressions on their faces seemed to see ghosts.

At this time, an old Japanese devil who had no teeth said something. Because he was anxious and fast, and had no teeth, Yang Luo didn't hear clearly. The other old Japanese devils also asked in a mess, but in the end they heard it, asking Henglu Jinger and Henglu Jingsan who he was, how could he bring a stranger to the base?

Henglu Jinger waved his hand and waited for the old Japanese to calm down before he told what happened, and even more focused on Yang Luo's "identity" several times.

Several old Japanese looked at Yang Luo in amazement, their eyes were still moving, and they were still muttering something in their mouths, as if they had no soul, only a shell left. After a while, an old Japanese suddenly roared and pulled down the bayonet and chopped wildly. The souls of the others also returned to the shell, jumping one by one, crying loudly, and laughing.

"Long live the Great Japanese Empire! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

Yang Luo looked at them. The reason why that small country was able to rage on the land of China for eight years was that the spiritual beliefs and persistent beliefs of these Japanese veterans played a crucial role. It cannot be denied that these old guys are indeed real soldiers.

After a long time, the old Japanese calmed down and stood in front of Yang Luo one by one. Although some of their waists could no longer be lifted, the military aura did not disappear at all.

Yang Luo walked over, tidied up their military uniforms one by one, and then greeted: "Senior, thank you for your hard work, I'll take you home." He said not to answer, but to give it away. No one of the old Japanese could hear the potential meaning. The folds on the old face were stretched out one by one.

Henglu Jinger and Henglu Jingsan comforted the old Japanese, and then Henglu Jinger looked at Yang Luo and said, "Your Highness, can we go and see where the gold is buried?"

Yang Luo laughed in his heart. He really wanted to sleep, but someone gave him a pillow: "Let's take a look!"

Hearing Yang Luo's words, the two old Japanese immediately ran to a large iron gate on the left, and then worked together to turn the round winch. With a squeaking sound of gear rotation, the iron gate was opened with a bang, and the dust in the sky floated away.

When the smoke and dust disappeared, another old Japanese man walked into the gate with the gasoline lamp hanging on the wall. Henglu Jinger bent down slightly and said respectfully.

"Your Highness, let's go!"

Yang Luo nodded, and was stunned when he walked to the gate and looked inside. This was another underground corridor with no end. And this corridor, which could be four or five meters wide, was filled with bones. Even if he crawled out of the dead, he was shocked, and it could be said to be spectacular.

Henglu Jinger stood beside Yang Luo, and said proudly: "Your Highness, these people are the miners we caught, both Chinese and Philippine natives, who were involved in burying gold back then. But they were not worthy of our great Japanese Empire wasting bullets, so they were all suffocated here."

Yang Luo said with a smile: "You guys did a good job!"

Yokoro Keiji stood at attention: "For the sake of the great Japanese Empire, for His Majesty the Emperor, I, Yokoro Keiji, did not hesitate to pieces."

Yang Luo looked at the remaining blood-red scratches on the walls on both sides. Thinking about these people back then, there were so many compatriots who were suffocated to death. A cold cold light was hidden in his smiling eyes.

"Okay, very good!" Yang Luo patted Henglu Jinger on the shoulder and said.

The other Japanese men looked at Henglu Jinger with envy on their faces. It was absolutely an incomparable honor to be praised by His Highness.

"Your Highness, the air inside is now circulating, please!" Henglu Jinger bent down respectfully and made a gesture of invitation.

Yang Luo pointed to the old Japanese man holding the car lamp: "Your, lead the way!"

"Click...Click..."

Yang Luo stepped on the bones every time he stepped on the bones, and his heart trembled when he heard the sound of the bones breaking. He believed that the bones under his feet were definitely not just ordinary people, but would definitely have captured seniors who were escorted here to work as laborers. If there was a possibility, he would not use his feet to step on these bones. But there was no way, before seeing the gold, he would never show any hesitation.

The corridor was very long, and Yang Luo felt his feet getting heavier and heavier, as if he had been filled with lead, but he still had to lift his feet up and then fall down.

I don’t know how long it took, and the bones were getting smaller and smaller. Finally, I walked to the end of the corridor, and in front of me was a space that could be three or four hundred square meters in size. The old Japanese held the gas lamp and illuminated the entire space as bright as day.

Henglu Jingji walked to the center of the open space and kicked the only bone there to the side. With a click, a rectangular metal object rolled on the ground and hit the wall, and then bounced back.

Yang Luo walked over and bent over to pick up the rectangular metal object. It turned out to be a lighter. Although the surface was a little rusty, you can still clearly see the red five-pointed star in the lower right corner. This kind of lighter was once seen by an old man. It was given by a general of the Soviet Far Eastern Army. It was much better-made than this one, and it was made of gold, but it had the same style and pattern. It was obvious that this was also made by the Soviet Union. But how could such a lighter appear here? Did the Japanese also capture the Soviets here as laborers?

An old Japanese man walked up to Yang Luo, looked at the lighter in Yang Luo's hand, and said with a toothless mouth: "Your Highness, this lighter belongs to a Chinese geologist. He has been studying in the Soviet Union, so we caught him. But we didn't expect that we served him with delicious food and drink, but he did not cooperate with our work. Later, after burying the gold, he threw him here and suffocated him to death with the workers."

Yang Luo played with the lighter, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and flipped his wrist and held the lighter tightly in his hand.

"China, geologist!" Yang Luo said with a smile, turned to look at Henglu Jinger, "Where is the gold?"

Henglu Jinger pointed at his feet and said, "Your Highness, gold and jewelry are at my feet. Just blow up the sealed cement and you can transport it out."

Because the ground was covered with dust, Yang Luo didn't pay attention. Hearing Henglu Jinger's words, he walked over, and the soles of his shoes were touched on the ground, revealing cement.

Yang Luo smiled, and his smile was very bright: "Yoxi!" Then he waved to Henglu Jingsan not far away, and then put the lighter into his pocket. Henglu Jingsan hurried over and stood respectfully in front of Yang Luo.

Yang Luo hugged Henglu Jingsan and Henglu Jingers' shoulders: "Your mission has been completed, and I will send you home now."

Henglu Jingsan and Henglu Jinger were stunned. Before they could react, they felt their necks tightly clamped by Yang Luo's arm, and then a crisp sound came from their ears. The two old guys' heads were strangely tilted to the side, and their eyes were confused. These two old guys were so powerful that they had been in their lifetime. They had never known how many powerful enemies they had encountered in their lifetime, and they could eventually hurt the enemy and escape from heaven. But they probably never dreamed that they would have such a day, so cowardly, so unclear.

"Pu, pu!"

Yang Luo let go of his hand, Henglu Jinger and Henglu Jingsan fell heavily to the ground.

The remaining few old Japanese were stunned, looking at Yang Luo with stiff faces, just like the dead Henglu Jinger and Henglu Jingsan, with confusion in their eyes.

Yang Luo looked down at the skeletons scattered all over the ground, then suddenly raised his head, and a violent murderous intent rose up on his body. His cold eyes swept across the old Japanese and said coldly.

"Do you know why I killed them both?"

Several old Japanese shook their heads in a daze. By this time, they had not realized that Yang Luo, the Highness, was fake.

"Hey...hey..."

Yang Luo stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, and sneered: "Because I am a Chinese, I will collect the blood debt you owed to the Chinese back then." He spoke Chinese this time, and he also believed that these old Japanese could definitely understand.

"Baga!" Several old Japanese did understand and cursed one by one. The toothless old Japanese roared and roared, "Baga, Baga! Chinese people, your conscience is very bad."

Yang Luo grinned silently and said with a hoarse voice: "Old devil, if you can live to this day, God is too blind. Now I will take the heavens to take you away!"

Several old Japanese men raised their hands and shouted wildly: "Long live the Great Japanese Empire, long live His Majesty the Emperor, for the prosperity of the Great East Asia... kill!"

Several old Japanese rush towards Yang Luo with thin fists, and murderous aura suddenly burst out on Yang Luo, and then he also roared: "Kill!"

Yang Luo took a heavy step forward, raised his hand and clasped his fingers like a hook, grabbed an old Japanese man's throat with his five fingers and grabbed the old Japanese man's neck with his five fingers. Then he raised his hand and grabbed a piece of meat and blood was sprinkled in the air.

The old Japanese couldn't even scream. He covered his neck with his hands, which exposed his white bones, and stared at him straight and fell backwards.

Yang Luo suddenly turned around and kicked another old Japanese man hard on the waist. With a click, the old Japanese man screamed, his body flew backwards and fell heavily a few meters away.

Then Yang Luo took half a step to the left, dodged the fist of an old Japanese man, shook his right arm, and the dagger fell into his hand, flipped his wrist, held the dagger backward, and pointed to the ground with his toes, and turned around in place. The blade flashing with a cold light quickly passed by the throats of the four old Japanese men.

"Puff puff puff puff!"

A bloodline appeared in the throats of the four old Japanese men, and then the blood ejaculated out.

"Go to die!" Yang Luo roared wildly, his legs exerted force, his body soared into the air, and his right leg was heavily pressed against an old Japanese neck. The old Japanese tilted his head, his feet rose from the ground, and his upper body slammed heavily on the ground.

Yang Luo took advantage of the force to soar into the air again, stretched his whole body, and his legs were tucked around the neck of an old Japanese. The dagger in his hand was pushed forward and stabbed into the chest of the last old Japanese. Then he pulled out the dagger and twisted his waist hard. The old Japanese who was strangled by him was like a broken sack, and his legs were slapped into the sky.

Yang Luo's feet fell steadily on the ground, raised his hands to grab the fallen old Japanese man, raised his knees, grabbed the old Japanese man's hands and pressed down hard.

"Click!"

A terrible sound of bone fracture sounded, and the old Japanese howled, blood spurted out from his mouth, and his body was lying softly on Yang Luo's legs.
Chapter completed!