Chapter 43: Use the Enemy's Weapon to Destroy the Enemy!

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  Four Thousand Great Chapters

  When Du Haisheng ran up the mountain and saw Zhao Tianming, carrying two submachine guns down, the corpses in the middle of the road had already piled up thickly.

  These Japanese samurai are really something, their swords flashing out, opening and closing, chopping and slashing, taking lives with every stroke.

  The brothers of Hu Ren Bang, despite their high morale and hot blood, were still beaten to a pulp in the face of overwhelming odds.

  This time, however, Hu Renbang suffered heavy losses and the situation gradually began to tilt in favor of Lin Tianxu and Wang Jiadong.

  Although Wang Chong led his brothers to fight back with all their might, they were unable to stop the rapid decline of their troops. Blood flowed like a river and when the sun shone on it, it emitted a deep red color that made people dizzy.

  Zhao Wei'er and Hu Die, who were standing on the mountain top, couldn't help but cough dryly and then bent over to vomit loudly.

  At this moment, a burst of gunfire rang out, and several White Dragon Society members who were besieging Wang Chong were blown up by machine gun bullets and fell to the ground instantly.

  This gunshot was so shocking that even the members of the Kamikaze squad were frightened.

  No matter how formidable they are, they are still mortal, and a bullet will leave a hole in their body. If it's a handgun, relying on agility to dodge is one thing.

  The key is that the guy in front of him is holding a continuous-firing pistol, and with this shot, even someone like Li San, the swallow, who has excellent martial arts skills, will probably be defeated on the spot.

  Lin Tianxu saw the two submachine guns, and his eyes lit up even more. Damn it, weren't those the two that were robbed last time? What the... I said what's going on.

  Is it possible that Hu Ren Gang and Fu Tou Gang have secretly collaborated?

  Otherwise, how did these two machine guns end up in this kid's hands? He is clearly Zhao Tianming's man, so why does he also know the Axe Gang?

  At this moment, even Lin Tianxu himself was somewhat unclear about what was going on.

  However, what made him extremely depressed was that this guy had taken out the two guns he had given to others.

  To annihilate the enemy with the enemy's own weapon, this thing is really ironic.

  Another burst of gunfire went out, and several people fell to the ground instantly. Du Haisheng relied on his machine gun to clear a path, arriving at Wang's side without saying a word, and directly threw one of them over.

  Brother, how about we go all out today?

  Wang Chong handed over the machine gun and rushed forward with Du Haisheng, smiling and suggesting.

  I was just thinking of that!

  Du Haisheng smiled and said: There's nothing for you here, so as not to harm innocent people, thank you brothers of the Axe Gang.

  The crowd was stunned for a moment, suddenly enlightened, and then supported the injured brother to walk towards the mountain head.

  This play is absolutely perfect!

  Du Haisheng sneered inwardly, looking at Lin Tianxu and Wang Jiatang in front of him, and said with a sly smile: "You two, hehe, let me have some fun today."

  Everyone suddenly felt a black smoke rising from their heads, and this family's words sounded so obscene.

  Young master, you all hurry up and leave, we've got this side covered.

  A group of Japanese samurai instantly shielded Wang Jia and Lin Tianxu with their bodies, one of whom was a thin but robust man who reminded them.

  Wow, little Japan can also speak Chinese, not bad!

  Du Haisheng sneered for a moment, then burst into a loud scolding: This life of mine most hates Japanese people. Today, those two turtle sons can leave, after all they are Chinese people. Even if they are traitors, I will give them a way to live. As for you Japanese fools, humph, think about leaving? Still, all of you just stay here for me!

  Although he is not a fenqing, the historical invasion of China by Japan, the Nanjing Massacre, and the bombing of Chongqing have left Du Haisheng with an innate aversion to Japanese people.

  Since these Japanese warriors ran in front of him today and showed off their military might, he certainly wouldn't let them leave so easily.

  Damn it, killing one is just one, these Japanese devils are extremely capable of creating people, and even if they die, there's no big deal, let alone the fact that these people might be Japan's spies.

  Haha, a great Japanese samurai is not someone that a small China like you can insult at will. You little brat, you'll have to pay the price for what you just said.

  Haha, is that so? You have the ability, come on then, let me see what's so great about the Japanese Bushido spirit.

  Kazuo Ikeda, the leader of the Kamikaze team, took a step forward and sized up the man in front of him. He looked ordinary and unremarkable, with no hint of any special skills.

  He hummed a laugh and provocatively said: "You little kid, do you have the guts to throw away the gun in your hand and engage in a fair duel with me?"

  Alright, suit yourselves!

  Hmph, you think I look weak and want to bully me? Do you really think I'm a soft persimmon? Just wait and see.

  Du Haisheng cursed in his heart, threw the machine gun on the ground, and beckoned to Nagatani Ichiro, saying: Little Japanese, come here.

  Kawada Ichiro saw that the guy in front of him had thrown his submachine gun to the ground, and a sly glint flashed through his eyes.

  "Hmph, foolish Chinese man. Do you really think I would engage in a duel with you? With that machine gun, you will pay a painful price for insulting the great Japanese warrior."

  After a moment of silence, suddenly, Ichirō Kawada made his move!

  A samurai sword flashed with a chilling light and came straight down towards Du Haisheng's head with a sharp momentum.

  Just as he arrived in front of his opponent, Kawada Ichirō swiftly withdrew his hand and his body flashed towards the ground, grabbing the machine gun.

  Just as he arrived, looking down at the ground again, that submachine gun had disappeared. Kawada Ichirō couldn't help but feel suspicious, suddenly realizing something and quietly cursing to himself, it seemed like today he had run into a tough opponent.

  When he straightened up, a sly little boy was standing in front of him, holding that slingshot!

  That person was Du Haisheng.

  The little Japanese man's performance was impeccable, but unfortunately he encountered someone who was very familiar with the nature of the Japanese people.

  Earlier, when he saw the eyes wandering on the machine gun in Ichiro Kawada's hand, he knew what this little devil was up to. He deliberately did it, just to make the little Japanese lose all his temper.

  Are you looking for this?

  Du Haisheng waved his hand with a pistol and rushed towards Kawada Ichiro, asking.

  It's a great shame, it's simply a great shame. Kawada Ichirō was burning with anger inside. His speed was already fast enough, but he didn't expect that the other party hadn't made any move at all, and yet the machine gun had already fallen into his hands.

  This is enough to prove that this guy in front of him is absolutely not an ordinary person, and even more powerful than himself.

  Having suffered such a great humiliation, Kawada Ichiro's face turned iron-green with rage, he cursed loudly and raised his samurai sword to slash at Du Haisheng's head.

  Again there were several crisp gunshots, and Kawada Ichiro's samurai sword fell to the ground with a loud crash.

  And his brow was beaten into a hole that could see through front and back.

  Pull back the gun, Du Haisheng blew at the muzzle and scolded the corpse: Damn it, playing tricks on me, I'll let you become a ghost without knowing how you died.

  Kid, you're cheating and don't keep your word!

  A short and stout Japanese man, seeing his platoon leader already dead, rushed out, waving a samurai sword in his hand, pointing at Du Haisheng's nose and shouting.

  Are you kidding me? Look closely, did I cheat or did you guys not follow the rules first? I was standing there and he came to take my submachine gun.

  He paused for a moment, then continued: What's this "integrity" you're talking about? Is it something that can be measured in weight? If we're going to talk about not being trustworthy, you Japanese are the pioneers. I'm not even worthy of comparison. And these superficial things were all learned from you guys.

  You're going down, I'm gonna kill you. You've got guts, come on and fight me one-on-one.

  Suit yourself!

  Du Haisheng's face was filled with a smile, and he spoke in a casual tone.

  Get out of here, Chinese!

  A short and stout Japanese man grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and in a flash of lightning speed, he instantly appeared behind Du Haisheng.

  What a pity! This guy hadn't even made a move yet, and was shot into a sieve by Du Haisheng, who had raised his submachine gun and pulled the trigger, falling backwards!

  You, Japanese, you are too dishonest and untrustworthy, despicable and shameless!

  In an instant, two people died. The remaining eight Kamikaze warriors from Japan glared at Du Haisheng with their faces flushed red, as if they wanted to tear him apart.

  Too unbelievable, too shameless, even more shameless than us, and even more despicable. Waaahhh...

  Eight Japanese people were on the verge of tears, having seen shameless things before and even being shameless themselves, but they had never seen anyone as shameless as this guy.

  Haha, having guns but not using them, learning from you to wield a broken knife and slash around, what era is this? You still think I'm an idiot? This is called "a soldier never tires of deceit". Little Japan, don't understand the saying, go read "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu.

  Then he said only one sentence, "Are you not allowed to use guns?"

  Du Haisheng looked up at the sky and laughed loudly, as if he had gone mad. In the 21st century, wanting to kill a Japanese in China would only get you killed by those damn slaves.

  In this era, who cares if I kill Japanese people? It's exhilarating. Is there anything more thrilling than killing Japanese people in this life? And yet, I'll still be hailed as a hero by the common folk. Who knows, maybe future history books will even write about me with great fanfare. Haha, not playing by the rules is something I learned from you guys. This is what I call using their own methods against them, it's enough to make you guys furious.

  You, you, what a slick-tongued Chinese person

  Eight Japanese samurai were so enraged by Du Hai's blowing of his beard and staring that their faces turned dark green, and they couldn't think of a word to retort.

  Yes, at the beginning, there was no rule that prohibited the use of guns. Now that they've used them, what can we do? We clearly got the short end of the stick, but we can't find any excuse to vent our frustration.

  This loss is also considered a home run.

  Who is this little brat in front of me? Dammit, does such a person still exist in China today? That mouth is a hundred times more vicious than a Japanese geisha.

  Several Japanese samurai secretly cursed Du Haisheng's ancestors for eighteen generations, but no one dared to take another step forward because of the spear in his hand and wanted to fight him alone.

  One fart stick, one person holding a knife, and another holding a crossbow that can fire continuously. Isn't this just bullying kids for fun?

  They have a samurai spirit, but they are not people who do not know how to cherish their own lives. In the end, these guys will only display their samurai spirit when they are in an absolutely dominant position and go on a killing spree.

  When encountering a formidable opponent, what's the use of that samurai spirit, is one's own life not important? Those things are just fleeting clouds, bringing them up will only lead to losing one's life, isn't that just nonsense!

  Several people were complicated in their hearts and calculated in their minds. Judging from the current situation, they would definitely not have the upper hand. They might as well ask the Wang family for a few guns to come over.

  You dare to fire, I also dare to fire. You two have two guns, but we have ten people and ten guns on our side. Don't you dare try to shoot us dead?

  It's too late for regrets now, forget it, let's think of a way to retreat instead.

  Several people looked at each other and saw the meaning in each other's expressions, all nodding slightly.

  Protect Young Master, let's go!

  As they spoke, the remaining eight Japanese samurai rushed forward, while the remaining White Dragon Society and Black Tiger Gang members escorted Lin Tianxu and Wang Jiatang away.

  These warriors knew that if the Wang family mansion was destroyed today, even if they escaped with their lives, they would inevitably disappear forever in this world once they returned to the Wang family. It's better to go all out and risk everything for a chance at survival.

  Du Haisheng saw the opponent's desperate stance, yawned and shouted to Wang Chong behind him: "Brother, you've had enough fun, Wang Ge, these turtles are handed over to you, take them all in."

  No problem, you take a break, this group of dogs, mother's child, watch how I suddenly kill them.

  With a gun in his hand and no panic in his heart, Wang Chen agreed readily, even his tone of voice carried a few points of recklessness.

  Have you all finished?

  Damn it, hearing this sentence, eight Japanese people's heads smoked again. Am I a fish on the shore, saying collect and then collecting?

  Hmph, even if we can't live today, we'll drag you two as human shields to the death.

  Speak up, how many holes do you each want to be shot in your body? Better not too many, bullets are really damn expensive now and hard to get, too many might not be enough!

  Before eight Japanese people could speak up, Wang Chong spoke again with provocative words.

  Du Haisheng admired in his heart, this guy's words were too damn insightful, these little Japanese guys weren't given a fatal blow, what talent, too much talent!

  Bà gā, zhī nà rén, fèi huà shǎo shuō, shòu sǐ!

  Translation:

  Shut up, Chinese, don't talk nonsense, die!

  Eight Japanese samurai had had enough, today they encountered all sorts of people, each one was so venomous, if they continued to talk, they would either be shot dead or driven mad by these two bastards in front of them.

  After scolding, eight people flashed and separated, holding samurai swords in their hands, rushing straight to the two people in the arena from all sides.

  It's all a desperate posture