Bright Sword: Koi, we have reached the enemy's base camp

Wang Hao slapped Yamamoto Ichiro in the face: "Baga! Are you wasting my time?

You want us to spare you for just this little money? Is your life worth just this little money? "

Yamamoto Ichiro was stunned by this slap. What do you mean by this little money? This is hundreds of thousands.

Isn’t hundreds of thousands a huge sum of money in the eyes of these local guerrillas?

When did these local guerrillas become so greedy that they don't even care about hundreds of thousands of people?

Wang Hao said: "Since his life is so worthless, just kill him and don't waste time."

Yamamoto Ichiro got anxious when he heard this and said quickly: "Wait, I still have money, don't kill me."

Yan Shuangying smashed his gun butt on his head: "Damn it, hurry up and tell me. If you keep hesitating, I'll chop off your head right away."

"No, no, I'm telling you, there is a secret door behind that painting, and all the money is hidden inside." Yamamoto Ichiro said, pointing to a painting hanging on the opposite wall.

The monkey immediately went over and tore down the painting, and sure enough, there was a secret door.

The monkey opened the secret door and found several boxes inside.

The monkey moved the boxes out, opened them, and was shocked.

The box was filled with dollars, US dollars, and many large and small yellow croakers.

Wang Hao picked up a large yellow croaker, looked at it carefully, and said, “Wow, it really is a lot of money.

This little devil has plundered a lot of the people's wealth!"

The monkey also said excitedly: "So much money, we are rich."

Wang Hao was not as excited as they were. He frowned and said:

"These must have been stolen from the people by the Japanese. I don't know how many people they harmed."

Wang Hao and his friends packed up the money and prepared to take it away.

Ichiro Yamamoto looked at them eagerly and said, "Can you let me go now?"

Wang Hao looked at him coldly and said, "Do you think we will let you go?

You and your brothers committed many evil deeds in Fengtian City and killed so many people. You must pay for your crimes."

Ichiro Yamamoto looked at them in despair, knowing that he had been fooled.

He cursed: "You damned Tubalu, you are not doing the work of a warrior, you have no credibility."

The monkey went up and slapped him again, saying, "You bastard, you dare to scold us.

We just want you to know that people who do evil things will not have a good end."

Wang Hao said: "Don't waste time talking to him, just get rid of him."

Yan Shuangying took out a dagger, pointed it at Yamamoto Ichiro's throat, and with a flash of cold light in his hand, he cut Yamamoto Ichiro's throat in an instant.

Ichiro Yamamoto fell to the ground, holding his neck, staring at Wang Hao and the others fiercely with wide eyes.

His body was twitching constantly, and soon he kicked his legs and died, ending his sinful life.

When Miss Sakurako saw Ichiro Yamamoto die in front of her, she turned pale and trembled all over.

But he still stared at Wang Hao and the others with vicious eyes, as if he wanted to kill them with his eyes.

Wang Hao stepped forward, took out a dagger and stabbed her neck directly.

These Japanese devils, regardless of gender, have the blood of the common people on their hands and must not be let off.

Wang Hao and his companions packed up the gold, silver and treasures, and each of them carried a box and swaggered out of the house.

There was no fear on their faces, and their eyes revealed determination and courage.

When the Japanese soldiers guarding the door saw someone coming out of the house, they immediately became suspicious.

One of the Japanese soldiers stepped forward, blocked Wang Hao and his men's way, and asked, "Who are you? How did you get out?"

Wang Hao frowned, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

He deliberately shouted loudly: "Baga! How dare you! Captain Yamamoto arranged for us to do something, is this something you can ask?"

The little devil continued to ask: "Then what is in your box..."

Wang Hao slapped him in the face without waiting for him to finish his words.

"Bagayalu! Are you doubting us? Do you want me to call the captain down for you to ask him?" Wang Hao said arrogantly.

The Japanese soldier was frightened by Wang Hao's momentum and dared not make a sound.

He looked at the Japanese military uniforms on Wang Hao and the others, as well as the heavy boxes. Although he still had doubts in his heart, he did not dare to ask any further questions.

Seeing that the Japanese soldier stopped talking, Wang Hao snorted coldly and continued to move forward with everyone.

The Japanese soldiers outside didn't dare to stop them. They had heard what Wang Hao had just said, so how could they dare to stop them?

So Wang Hao and his friends walked out smoothly.

Wang Hao and his companions did not stay for long. They carried boxes full of gold, silver and treasures and quickly rushed towards their destination.

Along the way, they remained vigilant and kept an eye on the movements around them to prevent the Japanese from chasing them.

After returning to their destination, everyone put down their boxes, with a trace of fatigue on their faces.

Wang Hao looked at the boxes and thought about his next plan.

They knew that Ichiro Yamamoto's death would soon be discovered by the Japanese, and they had to be prepared to respond.

On the other side, there was still no movement from the Japanese.

It was not until the next morning that the Japanese soldiers responsible for guarding Ichiro Yamamoto's residence began to murmur.

"Why is it so strange? Why hasn't the captain come out today?

Don't they usually come out early?" said a little Japanese soldier, frowning.

Another Japanese soldier also echoed: "Yes! It is indeed very strange. Could it be that the regiment commander is busy with something important?"

Although the Japanese soldiers were confused, they did not dare to disturb Ichiro Yamamoto easily.

In their hearts, Ichiro Yamamoto is a superior figure and they cannot offend him at will.

Time passed minute by minute, and soon two hours had passed.

The Japanese soldiers couldn't help it anymore and began to worry whether something had happened to Ichiro Yamamoto.

"Why don't we go in and call the regiment commander?" suggested a Japanese soldier.

The other Japanese soldiers hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed.

They felt that if something really happened to Ichiro Yamamoto and they didn't discover it in time, the consequences would be serious.

Several Japanese soldiers walked into the house cautiously.

As he walked, he called out softly to Ichiro Yamamoto.

"Captain, Captain..."

However, their calls received no response.

A feeling of uneasiness welled up in the hearts of the Japanese devils.

They quickened their pace and headed towards Ichiro Yamamoto's room.

When they opened the door, they were stunned by the scene before them.

Yamamoto Ichiro was lying on the ground, already dead. His body was already stiff.

There was a deep wound on his neck, and the blood had long since dried.

"Captain!" the Japanese soldiers shouted in horror.

They couldn't believe their eyes. Ichiro Yamamoto was dead.