Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

"Okay, then we have made this decision happily!" Jiang Jiyun nodded heavily, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders, his face filled with ease and relief.

At this moment, she stood in front of Jiang Wenming, and her heart was no longer filled with the previous worries and psychological burdens.

"Then let's go out and deal with those damn Japs first! But when you are free in the future, remember to bring me in so I can take a good look at these crops that are growing well." As Jiang Wenming spoke, he looked eagerly at the lush fields of crops in the distance, obviously concerned about them.

After a little preparation, the two of them left the space and returned to the city wall.

When they climbed up the dark city wall, a cold wind blew and Jiang Wenming felt a chill all over his body and shivered.

Jiang Jiyun held a telescope and looked intently at the camp not far away.

After a moment, she put down the telescope, turned to Jiang Wenming and said, "There is a team patrolling over there, and those devils live in the center of the camp. The people outside the camp and on guard seem to be from the security group."

Hearing this, Jiang Wenming thought for a moment, and then decisively suggested: "In this case, let's just use poison to deal with them! You control the machine, and I'll be responsible for spreading the poison."

As he spoke, he carefully reached out his hand and gently stroked the cold machine in front of him.

The tentacles were cold and looked like they were made of iron.

Jiang Wenming secretly thought that this thing might really be able to take him flying.

Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at Jiang Jiyun who had already climbed up the shelf nimbly, took a deep breath, and also climbed up the shelf tremblingly.

Jiang Jiyun carefully placed a small and exquisite cloth bag and a white mask in front of Jiang Wenming.

She said with a serious expression on her face: "We must wear this gas mask properly. Although we have taken the antidote, if we accidentally inhale too much poison, it will still cause considerable damage to our bodies."

After both of them had taken adequate protective measures, Jiang Wenming stared curiously at the object in Jiang Jiyun's hand.

I saw her pair of white little hands busy fiddling with the two stick-like things with skillful and dexterous movements.

At this moment, the object under them trembled violently. This sudden change frightened Jiang Wenming so much that he was scared out of his wits. He lay on it as if he was under a spell, lying there motionless, not daring to breathe.

Just then, a gust of wind came from above his head. The sound was as deafening as the roar of a wild beast. He was a little worried that the Japanese would hear it.

However, before he could raise his head to see what was happening, he felt the iron frame beneath him slowly rising into the air.

At this moment, Jiang Wenming's heart seemed to jump out of his throat, beating rapidly like a war drum.

His mood was extremely complicated, with an irrepressible sense of nervousness mixed with a hint of inexplicable excitement.

As the iron frame continued to rise, he widened his eyes, staring at the city wall that was gradually moving away below, and was secretly amazed in his heart.

After a while, they flew above the patrol team.

At this moment, Jiang Jiyun's low voice reminded me: "Quick, prepare to spread the poison!"

Jiang Wenming came back to his senses as if awakened from a dream, hurriedly opened the bag of poison, and then carefully sprinkled it downwards.

After spreading the poison around, the two men found an empty corner and controlled the drone to slowly land.

As soon as they landed, Jiang Jiyun quickly climbed down with Jiang Wenming, then put away the drone, and took out two heavy iron boxes and stuffed them into Jiang Wenming's hands.

Jiang Wenming subconsciously lowered his head and carefully examined the thing in his hand in the dim light of the camp.

Soon, he recognized that this was the hidden weapon carefully crafted by Uncle Six! Each iron box could hold a hundred poison needles as thin as cow hair, and he had carefully put these poison needles in one by one.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wenming couldn't help but feel delighted. In fact, he originally had two such hidden weapons, but unfortunately he was in a hurry when he went out tonight and forgot to bring them with him. He even regretted not bringing them with him just now.

Afterwards, the two of them crouched down and quietly moved around the camp like two nimble civet cats.

Whenever they passed by a tent, they would stop and listen carefully. After making sure that no one inside noticed any movement, they would raise their hidden weapons, aim at the beds in the tent, and pull the trigger without hesitation.

In an instant, countless poisonous needles shot out, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and accurately pierced into the target.

"Shhhhhh!"

Jiang Jiyun went in and packed up everything, leaving only corpses in the tent.

The uncle and nephew worked for a long time to make sure that there were no survivors in the camp. Then they swaggered over to pick up the weapons from the patrolmen who had fallen to the ground, and poured oil on the tents and set them on fire.

After finishing their work, the two of them returned to the city wall. Before they had time to catch their breath, they suddenly heard a noisy voice coming from below the city wall.

The sudden noise scared them so much that their nerves tensed up instantly. Without hesitation, they quickly took out the weapons and poison they carried with them, ready for a fight to the death.

I heard a trembling voice shouting from below: "These people are really dead!"

Another voice continued, "Comrade Jiang, do you think any of our comrades have sneaked in?"

At this time, another person reminded: "They died of poisoning, let's be careful!"

When Jiang Jiyuan heard this, his heart tightened and he quickly squatted down to carefully examine the deaths of those people.

Looking at these familiar deaths before his eyes, his heart sank suddenly.

Standing up, he looked around vigilantly, then lowered his voice and shouted loudly: "Jiang Jiyun! Come out!"

At this moment, the two people who were planning to launch an attack secretly were frightened by Jiang Jiyuan's sudden roar and trembled all over, and their hands froze.

The two men looked at each other in horror, their hands trembled in panic, and the weapons they were holding fell to the ground with a clang.

The two crisp sounds were particularly harsh in the quiet night.

Jiang Jiyuan keenly caught the sound and immediately realized that someone might be hiding in the city gate tower.

So he quickly signaled to others to find a place to hide first, while he himself, holding a pistol, walked carefully towards the city gate tower.

One step, two steps... With every step closer, Jiang Jiyuan's heartbeat became more and more violent.

Finally, he walked to the foot of the tower, his eyes fixed on the dark figure squatting behind the table, and shouted angrily: "Uncle Wenming, Xiaoyun, is it you? If not, I will shoot!"

"It's one of our own!"

"Don't shoot!"