One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

The two of them simultaneously lifted the tent flap and rushed inside like a whirlwind!

"Who goes there?!"

The young Onmyoji reacted the fastest, immediately opening his eyes and about to form hand seals to summon a shikigami.

"Go to hell!"

Zhang Huaiyi crouched low and slid forward, his military dagger plunging straight up and plunging into the Yin-Yang Master's chin.

The sharp blade pierced straight through his mouth, and a spurt of blood emerged from the top of his head!

The Onmyoji rolled his eyes and died on the spot.

On the other side...

Zhang Tianyi faced the two Japanese officers who were about to draw their guns.

A flash of blades.

Two heads flew up.

Hands and feet were neatly chopped off and scattered inside the tent.

The bloodstains were blocked by Zhang Tianyi's internal energy.

He turned his head and looked at Zhang Huaiyi, who was staring blankly at the scene.

A splatter of blood accidentally appeared on Zhang Huaiyi's cheek, which, combined with his beggar-like appearance, made him look somewhat comical.

Zhang Tianyi walked over, reached out and roughly wiped the blood off Zhang Huaiyi's face.

"What are you staring at? Hurry up and get to work."

Zhang Tianyi flicked the blood off his hands, his tone casual:

"There are still dozens of people panting outside."

Zhang Huaiyi grinned.

Although his face was pale from the first large-scale bloodshed, his small eyes revealed a ferocity like that of a wolf cub.

"Don't worry, Second Brother."

Zhang Huaiyi gripped his military dagger in reverse, closely following behind Zhang Tianyi:

When have I ever let you down?

The heavy rain is still falling.

Rainwater washed over this sinful camp.

But no one noticed.

In this cold autumn rain.

There are two ghosts from Longhu Mountain, holding knives.

Under the cover of night, step by step, they transformed this camp into a true hell!

Chapter 349 Murder is a craft! Senior brother, you call this infiltration?!

The continuous autumn rain was like a bottomless pit being poured from the sky.

It crashed down with a loud thud onto the muddy Japanese camp.

Two "ghosts" dressed in straw raincoats are moving between the tent and the bunker.

"Pfft!"

Zhang Tianyi casually pulled a stolen Japanese bayonet from the throat of a patrolman who was about to yawn.

He then kicked the other man in the back of the knee, causing the gradually cooling corpse to slump down silently behind a pile of sandbags in a relatively comfortable position.

The entire movement was fluid and seamless, without a single drop of extra blood on it.

"Big-eared thief, your stab just now missed by three points."

Zhang Tianyi rubbed the bayonet against the dead man's clothes, lowered his voice, and turned to taunt Zhang Huaiyi, who was dragging a corpse into a ditch not far away:

"The best place to cut is between the third and fourth ribs. If you insist on cutting into the bone gap, won't it be difficult to pull the knife out?"

Zhang Huaiyi kicked the heavy corpse into the muddy water, wiped the rain off his face, and retorted with a bitter expression:

"Second Brother! It's easy for you to say that when you're not the one suffering!"

"Your wrists are made of iron, while my little arms and legs are so weak, it's a miracle if you can even stab them in."

"Besides, it's pitch black, how am I supposed to see where his third rib is?"

"fool."

Zhang Tianyi rolled his eyes and took two steps forward, crept into the shadow of the tent:

"Killing is a craft, it requires the skill of a butcher carving up an ox. You spend all day on the mountain reciting those Taoist scriptures, how come you don't know how to apply them in practice?"

"Before making a cut next time, use your Qi to sense the direction of the opponent's muscles. Cutting along the grain is no different from cutting tofu."

Zhang Huaiyi was stunned.

He looked at his second senior brother's easy way of doing assassination, as if it were cutting tofu, and felt both admiration and speechlessness.

This is the enemy's headquarters!

There are hundreds of guns pointing around!

Can't you, sir, show even the slightest bit of nervousness?!

"Alright, stop spacing out, there's a machine gun position up ahead."

Zhang Tianyi flicked his wrist, and his knuckles cracked twice.

"You go to the left, I'll go to the right. Two each, three seconds to finish. Remember, don't make any noise."

"Alright." Zhang Huaiyi took a deep breath, gripped the military dagger tightly in his back, and crouched down to reach to the left.

however.

I often walk by the river, so how can I not wet my shoes?

Especially in this Japanese camp, where the ground was covered with mud and scrap metal.

Just as Zhang Huaiyi rounded an abandoned gasoline drum and was about to take action against the machine gunner who was smoking,

"Dangdang!"

An empty tin can, carelessly tossed into the grass by some scoundrel, was stepped on by Zhang Huaiyi.

In the darkness where only the sound of rain could be heard, the sound was even clearer than the firecrackers set off during the Lunar New Year!

"..."

Zhang Huaiyi remained standing on one leg, his entire body numb from standing on that tin can.

The four Japanese soldiers guarding the machine gun position simultaneously jerked their cigarettes and turned their heads in unison!

The beams of the four flashlights instantly converged on Zhang Huaiyi's mud-covered face, whose smile was more like a grimace.

Eyes wide open.

The atmosphere was incredibly awkward at that moment.

"Enemy attack!!!"

"A Chinese person has sneaked in!!!"

The machine gunner was the first to react, letting out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"I love you immortal!"

Zhang Huaiyi knew that he had been completely exposed.

He stopped pretending and cursed loudly, then swung his military dagger, hitting the Japanese soldier who had shouted at him squarely on the shoulder.

"Buzz...whoosh—!"

The piercing air raid siren instantly tore through the night sky above the entire camp.

Countless high-powered searchlights lit up one after another, illuminating the originally dark mountain valley until it shone brightly.

"Baka! Gather together! Catch them!"

The sound of heavy military boots pounding came from all directions as large numbers of soldiers carrying Type 38 rifles poured out of the tents.

Zhang Tianyi slowly emerged from the shadows. He looked at Zhang Huaiyi, who was already under the spotlight and being pointed at by dozens of guns, and helplessly covered his face with his hands.

"You little rascal."

Zhang Tianyi sighed deeply, his tone filled with a sorrowful disappointment:

"I taught you how to butcher an ox all night, and this is the answer you give me?"

"Stepping on the metal can to expose your position... I feel ashamed for you for doing that."

Surrounded in the middle, Zhang Huaiyi was so anxious he was jumping up and down:

"Second Brother! What time is it for you to still be insulting me! Let's hurry up and take them down side by side!"

"Damn it, you made this mess, you have to clean it up yourself."

Zhang Tianyi crossed his arms, showing no intention of helping, and was mainly just watching the show.

Just then, a loud thud of leather boots came from behind the crowd.

"Get out of the way, all of you!"

An officer wearing a yellow woolen overcoat, with the rank of colonel on his shoulder and a command sword at his waist, walked out surrounded by a group of guards.

Kameda Hikkaku.

The highest-ranking commander of this camp.

He had a small mustache, and looked at Zhang Huaiyi, who was surrounded in the middle, and then at Zhang Tianyi, who was standing not far away with an indifferent expression.

A cruel, sinister smile appeared on Kameda Hikaru's face.

"I thought they were some great team, but they're just two little mice coming to their deaths."