Fujiwara Jao's endurance is beyond Tang Dao's imagination.
Almost all the thousands of troops who had learned the news entered the mountains, holding live ammunition to guard all key points in the mountainous areas, and further compressing the movement space of Fujiwara Jao who was still in constant activity.
Even so, Tang Dao and the other five tracked for more than 11 hours, and Fujiwara Zhanyu's position was still changing. Even if he was as strong as a black man, he could not bear it anymore.
Fortunately, by dusk in the afternoon, a mountain that was almost straight up and down was the last place where the target appeared.
Seeing that the hammer was walking back and forth while the mountain was getting anxious, Tang Dao had already determined that the target was on the mountain.
But, this seems to be a dead end.
Why did Fujiwara Jaoshi make such a stupid choice?
Standing behind a big rock, Tang Dao, who was silently staring at the mountain, looked slightly shaking, and a figure in a white shirt flashed in the forest that was only 200 meters away from him.
A voice came from afar: "Tang Jun is really capable. He not only tempted Zhan Xiong to kill General Fumi Yamashita, but also used shameful means to force Zhan Xiong to this desperate situation.
That's right, Zhan Xiong invited you to go up the mountain alone to meet, how about you and my old friends watching the clouds in the sky?"
"Mr. Fujiwara, what do you think?" Tang Dao's tone was calm.
But the hand behind him made several gestures, and the three people led by Kuroko raised their guns in their respective battle positions.
Shen Laoliu even pointed his semi-automatic rifle at the woods, and searched in the scope for any enemy who dared to appear in his vision.
Tang Tuanzu's gesture command is to shoot immediately once the target is found!
Who is Tang Dao? He is a soldier, a powerful soldier trained on the battlefield of blood and fire countless times.
If he wants to save his subordinates, he will not leave any claws that can hurt people. If the enemy can break the limbs of his brothers, he will give them the same way.
Martial arts practice is life for Fujiwara Jaetsu, but for Tang Dao, it is just an auxiliary skill, the skill to assist him in killing Japanese devils.
If you cannot save your own nation from water and fire, what's the use of martial arts? If you can save your country and nation, what if you fall into the devil's way? Everything Tang Dao has done in the past six months is for one word to kill more Japanese devils.
Now, how can we be an exception?
The reason for letting Fujiwara Jasoo first was that he originally meant that Fujiwara Jasoo might place some of his personal belongings in the Tibetan area so that he could come, but obviously, Fujiwara Jasoo was more cunning than he thought.
He actually encountered such a dilemma and firmly grasped his last trump card. He still did not reveal any clues. And news came from Xia Dayu, using a carpet search for thousands of people, but still found no news about the captured brothers.
"Since you, Fujiwara Jaetsu, have this idea, we can talk openly here and tell us your exchange conditions. However, there is no mountain at the foot of the mountain for you Fujiwara Jaetsu to kill you, it's just a one-time deal. Fujiwara Jaetsu, what do you think?" Tang Dao took a sudden step, left the big stone where he was hiding, and his whole body was completely exposed in the open space, without any cover.
Looking at Tang Dao walking out of the bunker openly, Fujiwara Zhanxiong, who was hiding in the woods, suddenly laughed: "Don't think that if you have the upper hand, you can plot against Zhanxiong tightly. I don't want to be beaten into a honeycomb by your sharpshooter under Tang Jun.
Tang Jun, no matter how cunning or wise you are, with Zhan Xiong’s understanding of you, you will eventually come up? Or the same sentence, although there is no tea, there is cloud!"
"It seems that Mr. Fujiwara really understands me!" Tang Dao shook his head and sighed slightly. "Yes, I will go there in the end, but no matter how I go there... you, Mr. Fujiwara, the death period has arrived. Do you believe it?"
Tang Dao's intentional punctuation was really almost done by Heizi's hand trembling and shooting a round of bullets out.
The taste of the leader of the regiment is so heavy that it makes people dare not look at it directly.
"Mr. Tang, you are already a powerful person. Why are you so greedy for verbal benefits? But you are a little inferior." Fujiwara Zhanxiong, who was almost vomiting blood by Tang Tuanzu's words, was ashen.
"Don't Tang Jun wants to know how I killed your subordinates yesterday? I have to say that the military power of the noble subordinates is not high, but the will is extremely outstanding. Even though I know that I am dead, I still resist with all his resistance. I know that it is not about seeking survival, but I just want to make a sound to pass it to his comrades. He is really a kind and righteous elite! Unfortunately, when the two armies are fighting, I can't tolerate any mercy, so I can only kill him with my own hands."
"Bastard, I'm going to kill you and peel you off!" Shen Laoliu's eyes widened when the provoked by Fujiwara Zhanxiong. If he hadn't been holding him down, he might be shooting.
Tang Dao's expression did not change at all, but his hands behind him suddenly clasped them tightly.
Extremely angry!
Seeing the remains of the special forces soldier whom he had carefully trained with his own eyes was already in great pain. When Fujiwara Jaetsu described it like this, it was extremely difficult for anyone to calm down.
Obviously, this is Fujiwara Jaetsu's purpose. He is not afraid of an angry Tang Dao, but the calm Tang Dao.
But obviously, he was wrong. The angry Tang Dao was several times more terrifying than the calm Tang Dao.
Before the rivals of China and Japan even fought, they had already caused each other to hurt each other, and they were both fruitful, which was considered a draw.
"Besides, if you don't talk to Zhan Xiong in person, then Zhan Xiong will have to accumulate the final strength and break out with all your strength. Although the possibility is not high, Tang Jun, you have lost the last chance to know the area where your dependents are located." Fujiwara Zhan Xiong saw that Tang Dao was still unmoved, he could only continue to persuade him.
"I have to say, Little Bear, you are a man. In order not to lose your last trump card, you would rather lose all your supplies. You haven't eaten for nearly 20 hours! On this basis, you can still jump up and down in such high mountains and ridges for 11 hours, which has opened my eyes. However, Little Bear, you accidentally told the truth. The reason why you chose to wait for me here is that you don't have to run around and you can run to death on the spot!" Tang Dao's face was calm, and then his tone was cold.
"But that's all, I'm going to say to me to blow the snails. Even if I'm now ordering the entire 17th Division to let you go, if you can still walk ten miles with your previous speed, what if I personally send you to Pingbei City?"
Although Fujiwara Zhanxiong still called Tang Jun, Tang Dao was too lazy to play with him any more vain and slander. The little bear gave it to him, just like the half-big wild boar who had made military achievements.
Fujiwara Zhanxiong's face turned green again by the word "Little Bear" and it took a while to say slowly: "I admit that Tang Jun, you are right. Zhanxiong is indeed the most dangerous situation in his life. If he runs on, he may not have the energy to fight Tang Jun, you.
But so what? Zhan Xiong may not be able to escape this disaster after all, but there are always famous Chinese soldiers who are companions on the road to the underworld. However, he died a little miserable. The ants in Taihang Mountain are really strong in shape!"
As soon as these words came out, Tang Dao fell silent.
"The team, no! The Japanese devils must have had a conspiracy." Shen Laoliu's anxious voice came.
"I can throw out all my equipment and only keep my samurai sword, and you can only carry your military sect. No, you may not have to be so troublesome. I still have a one seized from my noble family, which is well-made." With the voice, Fujiwara Jao threw his equipment out little by little.
A Browning pistol and two grenades. In Shen Laoliu's scope, all the equipment that Fujiwara Jaetsu had never been willing to discard was thrown out one by one, but his figure was not visible.
Obviously, Fujiwara Jao still did not relax his vigilance at this moment, and only one hand appeared at most.
"By the way, and your subordinate holding the big sword, let him leave farther away. Zhan Xiong is not capable of defeating you alone. In addition, Zhan Xiong is no match for him." At this time, Fujiwara Zhan Xiong completely lost his once arrogant style, but instead looked like an honest child.
Because, all the truth is told.
When Tang Dao was in Zhengcheng, he fought with him for a long time. In addition, Mingxin would really kill him.
What's the thing? Martial arts practices are always about to welcome a man? It's okay to welcome a man, but two men go together and play with front and back attacks, so forget it! Fujiwara's scent of the pussy was thrown into the Mariana Trench when he fled in a panic.
"Okay, as you wish!" Tang Dao waved his hand behind him. "No one can go up the mountain with the order of no self."
Although Mingxin looked angry, he did not dare to disobey his orders. He carried his big sword on his back and turned his head and left.
Mingxin's face looked ugly, not because Tang Dao was going to take risks alone, but because he could not chop off the guy's head with one sword.
No one on the scene could have known Tang Dao's individual strength as Ming Xin. Ming Xin was confident that he would not defeat Tang Dao on the training ground, but that was on the training ground.
If it was a battle between life and death on the battlefield, Mingxin knew very well that the one who survived would definitely be Tang Dao. If such a Tang Dao could die at the hands of the Japanese, it would be useless to add him.
After giving the military order, Tang Dao slowly pulled out his gun and threw it aside. Even the military bare bones tied to his calves and a military bare bones tied to his arms were thrown aside, and then he slowly walked towards the mountain with bare hands.
"As you wish, I'm here, Fujiwara Jao."
Seeing Tang Dao slowly walking up the mountain with bare hands, Heizi grabbed the hammer that had already begun to bare his teeth anxiously, his eyes full of helplessness but also full of admiration.
The leader of the regiment took risks alone despite the military regulations promulgated by the Sixing Regiment Headquarters, but he had to go on this journey, just to make the captured brothers live.
How could he not want to follow such a commander? Although he still thinks this is wrong.
But what if it was him? How should he choose? It should be the same as the superior! For the lives of his comrades-in-arms, everything is worth it, even if it is an exchange.
"I've watched it all. As long as the regiment commander appears, shoot immediately. Reiterate the order and shoot immediately, no matter when." Heizi issued a murderous killing order to Shen Laoliu and Lu Zhongda, and he also installed the MG34 machine gun.
Even he knew it was almost impossible.
Perhaps there is someone stronger than the superior in this world, but it is definitely not the Japanese who was chased into a dog.
Since he followed Tang Dao, the Sixing Group has never been defeated, and Tang Dao has never lost. The battle before the Sixing Warehouse made Kuroko believe that his superiors killed the Japanese, but they were just cutting melons and vegetables.
That is almost no longer blind trust, but a kind of belief. This is completely different from Mingxin's simple evaluation of strength. Perhaps the only similar thing is that they all think that Tang Dao will not lose.
Apart from the steep terrain, this mountain is actually not very high at an altitude. The vertical height of more than 300 meters is only a few minutes away for Tang Dao.
Soon, in the open space with a radius of nearly 300 meters on the top of the mountain, Tang Dao, who slowly walked up to the top of the mountain, saw Fujiwara Jaetsu sitting cross-legged and waiting for him.
Fujiwara Jamo is still trustworthy, probably because he is afraid that Tang Dao will think that he doesn't trust and will run away, so his last choice will be meaningless.
There are at least hundreds of people nearby. With just one signal flare, more than a thousand people will surround him. Even if he is a flying bird, he will still be unable to escape.
A military sting was inserted into the trunk of a big tree on the top of the mountain.
Tang Dao held the triangular military spear that belonged to his brothers who were inserted into the trunk of the pine tree by Fujiwara Zhanxiong in his back hand, and looked at Fujiwara Zhanxiong wearing military trousers and a white shirt quietly standing up.
Fujiwara Zhanxiong, who was holding the cold samurai sword in one hand, smiled a moment ago: "Tang Jun is indeed affectionate and righteous. No wonder he could make thousands of infantry troops bow down. For the sake of his subordinates' lives, Zhanxiong admires him."
"If I were you, there wouldn't be so much nonsense. I have agreed to your conditions and give me my subordinate position. I will accompany you to one-on-one match as you wish, no matter how you win or lose, but life or death!" Tang Dao's voice was unprecedentedly cold.
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Especially when he saw this Japanese pretending to behave. It was not impossible to show off, but he could not tolerate people who pretended to be with the lives of his comrades.
"Tang Jun wants a position, of course, but you have to have the ability to kill me first. Of course, I have to remind you that I will draw the position on my chest, don't let the blood blur it." Fujiwara Zhanyu shook his head and sighed, unbuttoning his clothes, revealing his chest, and a map was drawn on his chest.
Fujiwara Zhanxiong, the "honest child", used this hand to tell Tang Dao not to hurt my vital points, or even to let me bleed, otherwise no one would know where your brother was buried.
Don't say it, it's really real. As soon as you start, you exposed your little secret, as if Tang Dao didn't take a closer look, it wouldn't work.
Unfortunately, he is not a girl, and Tang Tuanzuo is not in such a good mood.
Tang Dao narrowed his eyes slightly, his feet slightly turned, and he rubbed his body straight up. The distance of more than ten meters arrived in an instant.
Don’t mess with me if you can do it. This is a habit of Tang Tuanzu.
The so-called psychological blow of Fujiwara Jaetsu is not even scratching the surface of the Tang sword, whose mind has long been trained by the battlefield of blood and fire, is not even a matter of scratching the surface.
Tang Dao rushed to the front, and the military stab held in his right hand suddenly stabbed Fujiwara Zhanxiong's chest, and went straight in with one sword, fierce and direct. It seemed that he was not affected by the Tibetan map that Fujiwara Zhanxiong had just mentioned, which was drawn on his chest.
Of course, Tang Dao would not be restrained by this. If he was disturbed by Fujiwara Zhanxiong's words, he would inevitably have some deviations between attacking such as chest. The battle between experts is only a slight difference, and any hesitation may cost his life.
If he died, even if the special forces soldier was found to be rescued, he would rather die by himself. No matter what, he was beaten so hard that he couldn't recognize this guy. This is the most important thing he should do.
Baga is so fast, this is the most direct feeling of the person involved, Fujiwara Jao.
Tang Dao, who has become the chief of thousands of people, has made progress compared to several months ago. This is really something that makes Fujiwara Jamoto feel incredible.
Combined with the attacks Tang Dao launched on him at dawn, Fujiwara Zhanxiong was even more certain that Tang Dao did not use all his strength at that time, but just wanted to dig a hole for him.
The key is that he still jumped with a lot of calculations. When he thought of this, Wanhuo Fujiwara felt stuffy in his chest.
However, the increase in blood pressure did not delay Fujiwara Zhanxiong's honest reaction. His wrist trembled slightly, and a blade appeared, slashing straight towards Tang Dao's chest and abdomen.
He did not dodge or avoid, and faced Tang Dao's military stab with his chest, and slashed at his opponent with the knife in his hand.
It’s not impossible to block Tang Dao’s thunder-like thorn, but what if you block this thorn?
Tang Dao, who has already taken the lead, continues to make moves, and he continues to block? If the two have little difference in strength, the attacker will naturally take advantage, and the defense side will naturally have to struggle a lot. If there is no accident, the moment the defense side is exhausted, it will be a situation of death.
Therefore, Fujiwara Jaetsu did not choose to resist, but instead chose to move forward like Tang Dao, as if you poked me to death and I would kill you to death.
At this moment, Fujiwara Jaetsu was stronger than a few months ago, and he was the courage to face death. He did not retreat at the last moment like he did a few months ago.
The battlefield where only life and death is the training ground for real masters.
Even though the wind that Tang Dao's sharp army almost stinged his eyes, the knife in his hand still steadily slashed down.
The sword light and the thorn shadow were shining under the red glow in the sky, shining on the top of the mountain!
I'm afraid even the most fantasy person wouldn't have thought that two super masters would fight, and one move would be to die with the enemy.
If no one changes his move, the next moment, two super masters will see life and death in one move. One of the chest is pierced by the military jab, and the other will be slashed with a sharp samurai sword to the vital point of the chest and abdomen.
No injuries, only death.
No one can survive.
Tang Dao's eyes became colder. If you look closely, there was really a layer of blood covering his eyes, like a thin mist of blood.
"die!"
Tang Dao roared apart, waved his left arm towards the blade, but his right arm still stabbed forward.
It seemed that his left arm was cast like steel and iron, which would block the sharp blade.
Obviously, that is impossible. The final result will still be that the left arm is cut twice, and the chest and abdomen with wide open middle door will still be split.
But Fujiwara Jao's face changed drastically.
Chapter completed!