Li Xianyu remembered the memories of entering the demon path for the first time through the ring. He also lay in the shade of the tree and slept like this. However, the demon path at that time was a carefree and lively Taoist priest.

And this time, the thin face, the shallow "Chuan" pattern between the eyebrows, and the no longer lively and lively eyes when they opened their eyes. They all indicate that this man is no longer the young man with a simple mind at the time.

The demonic path left the mountains and entered the world, and then fell in Changsha. It took less than a year, but it seemed that after many years, a carefree boy transformed into a vicissitudes of life.

"Erwazi, the junior sister asked you to come to me?" Wangchen sat up and looked at the half-grown child who was rushing towards him with a smile.

"It's the Japanese. A large number of Japanese soldiers passed by the village just now. The organization asked me to inform you and prepare for hunting." Erwazi gasped for a few breaths and protested: "Master Wangchen, I have a name, my name is Li Zhu. Sister Wangzhen said that I have grown up now and can't call it a nickname anymore."

"Wangzhen?" Li Xianyu muttered in his heart, who is Wangzhen, the junior sister?

Without letting him think too much, Wangchen and Erwazi left quickly. Li Xianyu followed them in the mountains for a while, and vaguely heard the sound of water like thunder, passing through the forest. A waterfall hung on the high cliff in front of him, and a roaring lion and white dragon smashed into the pool, rumbling.

He was familiar with this place. There was an independent cave under the waterfall, and the cave was sealed with slimes.

Wangchen and Erwazi did not stop and walked down the stream, soon arrived at the valley and drilled into the cave covered by layers of shrubs.

The corridor was well-drawn, like a maze. But they were like going home, and they were familiar with the passage of the corridor, and soon they arrived at the big cave.

Dozens of people gathered in the cave, wearing coarse cloth clothes, a little barefoot, and a little straw sandals. There were also people wearing Japanese helmets on their heads, each equipped with a 38-large cover, a bayonet, and two grenades.

Seeing Wangchen coming in, everyone looked at him.

Wangchen asked bluntly: "How many Japanese troops are there and how are the equipment."

"It's a convoy, six transport vehicles, each of which is full of soldiers with guns and live ammunition. Our force is probably impossible to compete with." The person who spoke was a majestic young man.

Li Xianyu thought he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.

"Since we established our stronghold, there has never been such a large-scale team passing by here. There is no reason to watch them go away. Although we cannot fight against the Japanese army on the front battlefield, we must not let them go if we have the opportunity to cause trouble." The little junior sister's crisp voice.

I met my junior sister again. After years of age, she was still so beautiful, fifteen or sixteen years old, with bright and white teeth. At this time, she changed out of Taoist robe and wore simple clothes. Standing with a group of big men, it seemed as if a beautiful mountain flower was blooming from the rough rocks.

"It's too risky. Although we cultivators are not afraid of bullets, the other brothers are ordinary people. It is very dangerous to let them fight against Japanese troops that are several times more than themselves." Wangchen shook his head: "The Japanese army successively occupied various counties in Hunan. After the various righteous men in the civil organization suffered several losses, the blood-born family led by the Aoki family began to hide in ordinary soldiers. If we are not careful, we may fall into the trap."

"Hey, what are the Taoist priests saying? Since we dare to pick up the gun, we are not afraid of death." Someone in the team said.

"Yes, Master Wangchen, I'm awake now, I can help you." Erwazi patted his shriveled chest.

Wangchen kicked him and told him to get out of the way.

After escaping from Changsha, the Kuomintang army retreated to Yucheng. Some of the blood descended from the Kuomintang army to Yucheng, while some of them were wandering among the people and organized civilian anti-Japanese teams. Wangchen and several like-minded blood descended from the nearby villages to gather a group of civilian teams willing to fight the Japanese army, and used this as a stronghold to start fighting guerrilla warfare with the Japanese army.

They mainly harass and fight when they encounter small groups of Japanese troops, run away when they encounter large troops, and occasionally go to the county town to make trouble.

As the whole discussion was made, another militia hurried into the cave: "A group of Japanese troops came from inside and outside the village."

Everyone was shocked, and Wangchen frowned and said, "How many people?"

The militia replied: "Three military trucks, twice as many as ours."

"Twice..... Another army was sent to another army, with a population of about 300," Wangchen frowned: "What do they want to do."

In short, the Japanese army must make big moves again, which is what everyone believes in.

After pondering for a while, Wangchen made a decision: "Call everyone, catch up with the Japanese army, and destroy this team."

The young man who spoke before frowned: "Don't wait for them to go far? If they fight near the village, it will cause trouble for the village."

The Japanese army was extremely revengeful and bloodthirsty and cruel. During World War II, the Japanese army regarded the lives of the Chinese as ants and did a lot of slaughtering the village. Let them know that a Japanese army died nearby, and they would definitely force the villagers to question them, and if they didn't explain, they would slaughter the village.

Rabbits don’t eat grass by their nests, so this team never fights Japanese soldiers near several villages.

"Cleaning the battlefield afterwards." Wangchen said: "This time we are worth a risk."

A few minutes later, fifty well-equipped militia gathered in the valley. From the costumes, this was a group of miscellaneous troops, but their equipment had begun to take shape. Except for some heavy weapons, there were plenty of guns and bullets.

After ordering all the troops, they chased after the Japanese army left.

The blood descendants led by Wangchen were responsible for taking the lead. The militias could not keep up with them. The Japanese army had cars, so they needed to intercept and kill them first. Destroy the Japanese army's vehicles and wait for the militia to arrive.

It is precisely because of their masters that this civil anti-Japanese team survived vividly until now. The Japanese army was dominant in Asia at that time, and the elite of the national army was no match for it, let alone militias who were peasant-born.

A quarter of an hour later, the convoy was in sight.

Wangchen slowed down and ran down, speaking as fast as a bead: "Brother Wang, you are proficient in the magical power of finger-blinking. You and the junior sister protect me, and I will attract the enemy's firepower from the front, and others will attack from the side. If there is no blood from the island country in the team, we can eat it. If there is, then retreat immediately after destroying the car and waiting for the support of Erwazi and the others."

Wangchen accelerated in vain, left the team, and chased the convoy straight. Except for the junior sister and the young man named Wang, the remaining four people walked around the left and right sides, and then the terrain was close to the Japanese convoy.

The Japanese army in charge of guarding the car immediately discovered Wangchen who was chasing him. At this time, the distance between the two sides was only a hundred meters.

He yelled, lifted his rifle and fired the first shot.

Wangchen, who was running at full speed, drew out his short sword, and the sword light flashed by, and the bullet was cut in half, which did not stop his speed.

"Bang bang bang!"

The dense gunfire sounded, and more bullets poured out like rainstorms. But Wangchen was not panicked at all, and he used the essential skills of the heroes of the War of Resistance: dodging bullets in daily life.

There is no bullet that cannot be avoided. If there is one, then cut it off with one sword.

Li Xianyu guessed that the current cultivation level of the Demon Dao is almost as good as a senior employee. After leaving the Quanzhen Sect and first arrived in Changsha, he was just an unknown little Taoist priest. He grew rapidly in the fourth Changsha defense battle, and his cultivation level went thousands of miles a day. After Changsha fell, he was only one step away from the senior employee.

Such a terrifying upgrade speed is only a little worse than his snare.

He is worthy of being the peak of the Extreme Dao. Slime just gave him the opportunity to reach the Extreme Dao, not the key.

There are no invincible plug-ins, only invincible people.

The junior sister and a young man named Wang were covering the cover behind him. The former shot and the latter shot bullets, and he would win if he didn't fire. He was even more sharpshooter than the sharpshooter.

Like you, Kato Hawk's finger!

Li Xianyu remembered that this guy was named Wang Bo, and he was one of the friends that Yaodao met in Changsha. Because his supernatural powers were the same as his colleague Kato Eagle, Li Xianyu had a little impression of him.

When the last personnel carrier was less than fifty meters away, Yaodao took out a grenade, pressed the safety rope with his teeth, and pulled it hard. The grenade was thrown into the carriage, and the soldiers' faces changed drastically.

At this time, a Japanese soldier rushed out of the carriage and kicked the grenade away in the air. He rushed towards Wangchen and held the knife on his waist.

Juhe!

A clear sword light flashed, and the short knife in Wangchen's hand was cut into two pieces, and a bone-like scar appeared on his chest.

The two were in a difficult situation in the rain of bullets. Wangchen was obviously not an opponent and had to deal with the dense bullets. Fortunately, at this time, four companions who surrounded the side launched a sneak attack.

They destroyed the wheels, killed the driver, and threw grenades into the three cars' compartments.

"Retreat!"

Wangchen roared and tried hard to force the island blood descendants to escape into the forest with the four people who successfully attacked.

There are too many Japanese soldiers, and their sneak attacks can be effective, but if they fight head-on, they will not have a chance of winning. These Japanese soldiers who were brainwashed by the Bushido spirit have the courage to die. When they see that the situation is not good, they will hold you and detonate the grenade and burn them all. Many bloodborne people were killed by them in this way.

Besides, there are more people on the opposite side, so it is easy to avoid bullets from a distance, but it is difficult to avoid close range.

The Japanese army knew that they were difficult and did not pursue them into the forest, but were on guard and checked for damage to the vehicle.

Wang Bo squatted in the bushes and observed from a distance with a telescope. Wangchen sat against the tree, naked. The junior sister stopped the bleeding for him, bandaged the wound, and felt heartbroken on his face.

"Senior brother, can we still reply to Quanzhen?" The youngest sister was worried.

"The brothers and brothers have not been recovered. If the Japanese invaders are not eliminated for a day, I will never go back to the mountain." After Wangchen said that, he glanced at her sad expression and immediately said, "Why are you going back to the mountain? Our master's access control marriage. After returning to the mountain, how can I marry you?"

He held the tenderness of his junior sister.

The junior sister blushed and looked happy.

Hello, you are such a scumbag, Senior Sister Taisu is crying and fainting in the bathroom.

He was caught off guard and ate a mouthful of dog food. Li Xianyu thought that he was just a bystander, otherwise he would have to jump out and beat up the demon, and he would not look at the occasion when he flirted with his junior sister.

Not long after, the militia finally arrived, and the two sides fired at each other hundreds of meters. With them restraining the Japanese firepower, Wangchen and his companions rushed into the Japanese camp with bullets.

The battle ended in more than ten minutes, and many militia were killed and injured. Fortunately, the seven blood descendants, who were the core of the team, were only injured and did not sacrifice.

"Tao Master, the prisoners have told me that they sent troops this time to encircle and suppress a group of blood-born forces." A militia found Wangchen, who was replacing the wheels of the personnel carrier.

"Blood-born forces..." Wangchen came out from under the car: "Can you understand Japanese?"

"Master, he can speak Chinese."

"Oh... take me to see him."

Seven Japanese soldiers surrendered, and they squatted on the ground with their hands in their heads. More than a dozen militiamen pressed their guns at their heads.

"Who can speak Chinese?" Wangchen glanced at the prisoners.

"He!" The militia kicked the second soldier on the left.

Wangchen said: "What did you say just now? Bloodborne forces?"
Chapter completed!