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What kind of guy is this? When will he spend time with the Imperial Army? He is stubborn, unyielding, accurate marksmanship, and insidious traps, and it looks like he is playing with the Empire Warriors in the east.

The colors of the sunset are constantly decaying, the stars are lit up, and they are trembling, as if they are frightened by the silence and murderous aura on the ground.

Under the cold moonlight, the Japanese began to retreat. They did not dare to go downhill to walk the avenue, but waded between the weeds and the woods. They wanted to walk along the avenue in parallel and find a way to get rid of the enemy's sniper.

The woods are dull and dark, as miserable as a funeral. The moon and stars only have a little light coming down, and the branches swing in the wind, like monsters waving their arms, and they want to choose people to eat them.

The dead leaves rustled under their feet, mixed with the crisp sound of broken branches. In front of them, they were either thorns and weeds or branches blocking their faces. Several Japanese men used bayonets to pull out obstacles and moved forward with difficulty.

"Huh?" The Japanese walking behind suddenly felt something like an arm falling from his shoulder. He subconsciously turned his head, not immediately realizing that he was already the last one.

A wolf's mouth with a bloody smell suddenly bit his throat, and a powerful biting dragged the Japanese to the ground. The blood was flowing, and he let out a leaky, distorted whine, and his hands were paving, but it was just the last dying struggle.

The Japanese turned around in shock and saw a dark thing biting their companions. It was dark and it was so shadowy that they couldn't see clearly. But in the dark, the thing raised his head, and the eyes of two green fireflies were staring at them. It looked like a ghost was born, which was frightening.

"Wolf, wolf--" A Japanese screamed and took out the gun, causing a burst of chaos. The wolf seemed to be familiar with the power of this weapon and ran away quickly.

"Bang hook, bang hook..." The Japanese shot randomly, but the short figure appeared and disappeared in the dark woods and grasses, extremely flexible and agile.

A Japanese man threw down his gun and knelt on the ground and murmured and prayed. The other Japanese man were at a loss for a moment and stood there blankly.

In any part of the world, people always have a fear of wolves. No matter what kind of wolf it is, under normal circumstances, there are possibilities for attacking humans. Many countries have deeper relationships with wolves, some countries worship wolves, and some countries despise wolves. Japan is a country that worships wolves, because the most ferocious animal on this narrow island of Japan is a wolf! The Japanese ancestors worship wolves and learn the habits of wolves. Learn wolves' attack tactics and learn how to survive.

Japan is a country that worships wolves, and some even say that the Japanese are descendants of werewolfs. Especially a thousand years ago (before the Song Dynasty of China), the Japanese regarded wolves as their ancestors, and some places also built special memorial sites. At that time, almost every household hung a portrait of a wolf in their lobby, just like the ancient Chinese people hanging a tiger on the walls of their lobby.

There are many folk stories about wolves in Japan. One of them tells: A blind man who went out for a takeaway art accidentally got lost in the mountains. Later, he relied on a wolf to lead the way back to the village.

Wolves are regarded as extremely ferocious animals. After the precious domestic animals or horses in Japan were attacked by wolves. People are afraid of it, hunted it, and at the same time respected it and worshiped it. Wolves have become part of Japan's nature and culture. In some mountainous areas, there are some shrines that worship wolves. Even wolves have a loud name in Japan, called "The God of Howling in the Distance". In the long winter night in the north, the howling of wolves will arouse some belief in people's hearts.

"Baga, get up and continue moving forward. It's just a wolf, the warrior of the Yamato nation. How could he be scared by animals?" A Japanese sergeant chief is now the highest rank, so he naturally became the commander of these remnants and defeated generals. He was a little awakened and knew that this kind of sluggish and decadent mood must not be allowed to grow. He shouted and kicked the Japanese soldiers kneeling on the ground.

The random guns alarmed Meng Youtian. He originally wanted to let the Japanese escape, but at this time he looked around and focused on the battle, he didn't know when Mikado left. He couldn't help but frown.

Woo--Woo-- Suddenly, a roar sounded across the opposite side. The roar echoed over the mountains and forests, and the loudness of the sound made the atmosphere seem to tremble.

Meng Youtian held the gun tightly. It was Mikado. Is it summoning itself? His long roar, sharply crossing the night sky, echoing on the boundless wilderness forest under the cold moon, giving people a strange sense of power.

The Japanese devil stopped and looked at the place where the roar was terrified. A devil murmured to himself in a trembling voice: "The God of Howling is really the God of Howling. Please let us go. It's not good for us, please don't be surprised. Please let us go!"

"Bagayalu!" The Japanese sergeant was so muttered that the back of his neck was filled with cold air. He stepped forward and slapped the Japanese angrily, cursing: "What a god of howling? No matter how fierce the beast is, it is not the opponent of the gun. Close your stinky mouth and close your stinky mouth."

The Japanese man was beaten to the point of blood, but his dead gray face and slightly trembling body showed that he did not eliminate his fear of the "Howling God".

"Go forward, be on guard." The Japanese commander gasped, waved the bayonet on his gun, and walked first.

Fright and fear were already shrouded in these Japanese devils like infectious diseases. While walking, they looked around and searched. The grass blown by the wind would make them feel as if they were facing a great enemy and were a false alarm.

The Japanese stopped and there was no road ahead, and they were not walking on the road. The exposed rocks and bare stone walls were two or three meters high, so they had to jump down to continue moving forward.

"Uninstall the leggings and slid down on the tree." The Japanese sergeant issued an order. He had already walked a short distance. It was impossible to turn around, so he could only bite the bullet and break forward.

Several Japanese acted quickly and walked their leggings. One Japanese took the lead in grabbing the simple rope and climbed down. He hid behind a stone with a gun and was on guard. Then Japanese slid down one by one, leaving only the last Japanese. He carried the gun and just bent down when a sudden change occurred.

A dark shadow that was approaching quietly suddenly jumped up from the grass and launched a lightning attack. The Japanese soldier protected his head and neck with his hands in panic. His sharp teeth tore the Japanese wrists, and he screamed. Mikado threw him to the ground. The flesh and blood flew across the ground, and the Japanese rolled on the ground, wielding in vain, and wailing miserably.

The Japanese who slid down the stone wall heard the terrifying screams of his companion, his face changed color and wanted to raise a gun to shoot, but it was not high enough. The Japanese commander cursed and took out an oval grenade. He wanted to get rid of the "Howling God" who was in dispersed, and did not hesitate to blow his own to death.

"Bang!" A crisp gunshot sounded. The bullets penetrated the Japanese commander's chest effortlessly, hitting the stone behind him, and several pieces burst out.

The bravery and tenaciousness of the wolf and the chasing of the enemy affected Meng Youtian's idea. Am I not as good as a wolf? Let these Japanese devils escape. These Japanese devils are exhausted. As long as they persist, there is no hope of winning. He and Dayong riding animals in the ditch, catching up with the escaped devils, and looking forward to the exposed place that the devils must pass.

The Japanese scattered in panic. They did not expect that in addition to the perseverance of the wolf, they also chased the guys who were pestering. Their situation became extremely unfavorable. Without the protection of trees and grass, under the cowardly brilliance of the moon, there were only a few hidden places, and slightly larger stones became places to save their lives.

"Bang!" Meng Youtian fired another shot, and a Japanese man who raised his gun to fight back leaned back. His face was covered in blood and fell on the rugged gravel.

Meng Youtian shrank his head and held the wall of the dou ditch. Dayong carefully led the mule and moved a few steps below. Meng Youtian, who was standing on the mule, stretched out his muzzle again from the edge of the dou ditch.

The Japanese who was bitten by Mikado rolled down and fell heavily on the stone. A piece of flesh was torn off from his face, his hands were bloody and bloody, his throat was bitten open, and the "skin tube" was flipped outward, gushing blood outward. He fell to the ground, leaving only trembling and revolting breath.

"The God of Howling, the God of Howling!" A Japanese devil looked up at it and muttered to himself in a daze.

Mikado's figure appeared on the stone wall, his eyes were as cold as a star, looking down at the Japanese devils below. The Japanese devils finally saw its true appearance clearly in the moonlight, with a ferocious face, long lips kisses, deep sleep, and a fierce and cruel look.

"I dare not, I dare not." The Japanese devil who muttered to himself suddenly let out a horrifying scream, jumped out from behind the stone, and ran down, "Give me aside, God of howling, please, please forgive me..."

On the undulating stone, the Japanese fell and got up again. After running two steps, he fell again. His legs and knees were bleeding. But he seemed to have no idea of ​​the pain. He continued to shout and crawl until he fell and no longer moved.

Mikado jumped down, and as he jumped, a stream of dust seemed to be rolling up under him. After it landed, it roared and bared its white fangs at the only two remaining Japanese.

Screaming and cursing, the two Japanese raised their guns to fight the wolf. Mikado was very cunning, and relied on his agility and speed to circle around the stone.

"Bang hook!" A Japanese man who was forced to reveal his body by the wolf fell to the ground with a loud bang in the sound of gunfire.

"Ah, beast, beast, kill you!" The last Japanese man went crazy, shot in one shot, and did not use bullets. He waved the bayonet and stabbed the stinging wildly, chasing Mikado.

"Bang!" The gunshot sounded again, and the Japanese slowly fell down, and a weaker curse came out of their mouths, "Beast, kill you..."

It was over, Meng Youtian licked his lips and let out a long breath. In the distance, Mikado jumped onto a huge rock, raised his head, and let out a roar. The sound penetrated the clouds and cracked the stone, as if it was the winner's announcement.!~!

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