This group of bald heads are really good at fighting! They killed three spies in one minute.

Really, less than a minute. Fifty-three seconds.

My mouth will burst from laughter.

Haha. No shot. Okay! Great.

We don't shoot.

I have a Shaolin stick monk.

If you want to shoot, I have a 12.7mm ready to serve.

"Catch him!"

"yes."

Others swarmed up and picked up the three spies.

The conditions of the three Japanese spies are all quite bad. They are not dead, but they are dying. They breathe out more and breathe less in. They may die at any time.

Zhang Yong tilted his head. He wanted to ask something, but in the end he was too lazy to ask.

What to ask? No need to ask.

They are almost dead anyway.

result……

A Japanese spy's head drooped and he made no sound.

The map shows that a red dot has disappeared. It's gone.

Sure enough, he will die at any time.

"you……"

"you……"

A spy breathed hard.

Staring at the bald heads of Chen Hai and others, his eyes gradually faded, and he finally murmured to himself.

"Prince Tang..."

"Prince Tang..."

And then it also crashed.

The remaining spy remained unconscious.

The map shows a red dot, but it is in a vegetative state.

I pinched people, pulled their ears, pinched their arms, but there was no response.

Heavy blow. Violent beating. Deep coma.

Then it also crashed.

All three spies died.

Chen Hai, Feng Hai, Lu Hai and others were safe and sound.

There wasn't even a shallow knife mark.

What a master!

admire.

I really found a treasure.

Without guns and cannons, they would be simply invincible.

If you meet someone from the Miyamoto family...

etc.

My mind moved.

Another red dot enters the edge of the map.

Check it out. No signs. No weapons. Feeling a bit abrupt?

Then, another red dot appeared...

Another one...

More and more red dots appear.

There are no weapons, but there are many people and the queues are neat.

Frown.

What is going on?

Why do so many Japanese invaders appear?

At the same time, many heavily armed white dots appeared nearby, rushing toward them.

Zhang Yong walked to the door.

It was discovered that it was a group of French soldiers, numbering hundreds of people.

Raise the telescope and observe carefully. You will find that the opponent is fully armed, powerful and sweeping towards you.

Calm.

He also has some background in the concession.

The French soldiers came to the street intersection fifty meters away from Zhang Yong and stood in formation. The atmosphere was solemn.

An interpreter hurried over and said to Zhang Yong: "The French Army, the First Bourbon Rifle Regiment, has issued a warning to you, prohibiting you from using guns and artillery in the concession."

"Bourbon Rifle Regiment?" Zhang Yong looked at those French soldiers in confusion. Are they so powerful?

What is bourbon? It seems familiar...

But I feel that the equipment of the French Army is average.

Definitely not as good as the German army.

The equipment of the German army can be said to be armed to the teeth.

Especially tanks and aircraft. They are almost epoch-making advantages. No wonder the French Army collapsed quickly.

"That's right. They are all honorable Bourbon Rifles."

"What if the Japanese used guns?"

"Treat everyone equally. The Japanese will also be dealt with harshly."

"Okay. I'm fine."

Zhang Yong replied.

As long as the Japanese don't use guns, I won't either.

The iron rods in the hands of Chen Hai and others are not guns.

The translator turned and left.

Report to the French officer.

The French soldiers were still watching closely.

Zhang Yong:……

A bunch of boring guys.

Do you want to watch me poop?

Take back your thoughts.

The map shows that the red dots are getting closer and closer, and the number is also increasing. Finally, it increased to fifty people.

Good guys, more than fifty Japanese invaders appeared all at once.

Zhang Yong is really honored.

The Japanese invaders obviously wanted to surround him.

I want to use the rules of the concession to kill him.

Raise the telescope.

I saw Japanese invaders appearing at the next street corner.

Each Japanese invader had an Oriental sword slung around his waist and a white cloth strip tied on his forehead.

Damn!

This is the rhythm of a desperate and bloody battle!

Once the Japanese invaders tied a white cloth strip on their forehead, it meant that they would be successful if they failed.
To be continued...