Chapter 1915 Must Die (5th Update)

Seeing Ye Tianlong and the others appearing, Shen Ye and Lei Jiuzhi couldn't help but express joy.

Everyone ran down the mountain together, and then hugged and patted Ye Tianlong and Han Qinhu.

Jiang Ziran also opened his arms, smiled brightly, and hugged Ye Tianlong heavily.

Reunion after escaping death is always cherished.

While Master Hu was doing his best to extinguish the fires in various buildings, Ye Tianlong and others temporarily arranged for Shen Ye and others to go in after checking the wooden building.

This was the only building that was not set on fire.

God and the rest were all sitting around the table, taking big mouthfuls of water while asking Ye Tianlong to check them. The atmosphere gradually became lively.

The smell of thick smoke occasionally blowing around covered the surging blood in the garden, giving everyone a slight buffer against their emotions.

Only the uncle's face was pale, his eyes were dull, and he had an indescribable fear, as if he was frightened by this attack.

After Ye Tianlong treated everyone's injuries, he bandaged them carefully, and then asked with a cup of tea: "What's going on?"

"Did Nakano Daixiang bring someone here?"

His eyes glanced at Uncle Guang, who was held tightly by Jiang Ziran. He frowned slightly but said nothing, preparing to learn about the attack situation first.

"I didn't see Daisho Nakano."

There was a hint of hatred in the words of the god: "But they should be the remnants of the Imperial Sword Society."

Lei Jiuzhi coughed and took over the topic: "There are quite a few of these guys, more than seventy people."

"Each of them carried knives and arrows, and they were very skilled. The front line of defense was breached in less than three minutes, killing us by surprise."

He exhaled a long breath: "Although the Shen Dao Sect brothers resisted with all their strength, the difference in strength was so great that more than thirty people were killed in a single encounter."

"They also set fire while attacking, making our position even more chaotic, and the Shen Dao disciples were unable to form an effective defense."

Huang Que took over the topic: "In the end, we had no choice but to retreat and be pushed to the top of the mountain by them. Fortunately, there were ten guns and more than a hundred rounds of ammunition at the commanding heights."

The god smiled bitterly: "But even so, they rushed us to the mountain twice. Fortunately, Miss Jiang and Huang Que fought to the death, so the Japanese people didn't succeed."

Jiang Ziran waved her hand gently: "It's everyone working together."

"When they were about to storm the mountain for the fifth time, a Japanese man who took the lead received a call. He probably knew you were coming and evacuated decisively."

Huang Que looked at Ye Tianlong and said: "They came suddenly and retreated decisively. You can tell at a glance that they are the elites of the Imperial Sword Society."

The god sighed: "Almost eighty of us died, and more than twenty of the other party fell. This time we are really embarrassed."

"I see!"

Ye Tianlong nodded lightly, and then said with relief: "It doesn't matter, as long as you live well, you will soon be able to seek justice for your dead brother."

"But I'm a little curious. There are three lines of defense at the gate. There are about fifty brothers defending it. There are guns, crossbows, and mechanisms."

"How could the Japanese attack the main building in three minutes?"

There was a flash of light in his eyes: "No matter how lazy the brothers of the Shen Dao Sect are, they can't be chopped down like melons, right?"

"I'm also confused about this."

Huang Que exhaled a long breath: "I also feel that the enemy attacked too quickly this time, and the front line of defense seems to be completely undefended."

"The Japanese came to us all at once. The dozens of guards were completely defenseless, and they were all swaying."

Jiang Ziran's palms trembled, and when he looked down, he saw that Uncle Guang's wrist kept shaking, as if he was swinging.

Jiang Ziran thought that her uncle was just scared, so she patted his hand gently to indicate that the danger was over and he didn't need to worry too much.

The god frowned: "Did they put poison? But the Japanese didn't wear poison masks either? Aren't they afraid of poison?"

"Our brothers all have detoxification pills prepared according to Ye Shao's prescription. Once poisonous smoke is discovered and taken, it can buffer the impact of toxins."

He said with a trace of confusion: "And it was really poisonous smoke. Why are we fine?"

When Han Qinhu went to the dock to deal with Morita, he saw that the kamikaze team had homemade poisonous smoke, so Ye Tianlong prepared pills for the disciples of the Shenjian sect.

Although pills cannot perfectly detoxify, they can suppress the spread of toxins and win some treatment time.

Therefore, God thinks that a poisonous smoke attack is unlikely. Once he sees the poisonous smoke, the disciples of God Sword will take the pills and will not be defenseless.

At this moment, Canshou ran over quickly carrying a bag, then tore open the bag to reveal the contents and placed it on the table:

"Master Ye, you asked me to pick up the egg tarts."

After seeing that God and the others were still alive, Ye Tianlong asked Canshou to pick up egg tarts that could be found everywhere in the garden.

Ye Tianlong will be more curious and inquisitive about things that always come into his field of vision.

Lei Jiuzhi was stunned: "Master Ye, what are you doing picking up egg tarts? Are you hungry?"

"Clang!"

When everyone was surprised, uncle Guang's hand that just happened to hold the tea cup shook suddenly and poured all the tea to the ground, breaking the cup as well.

"Uncle, it's okay, the danger has passed."

Jiang Ziran expressed relief: "You don't have to be afraid anymore."

The god also sighed softly: "Uncle is also unlucky today. After finally coming here as a guest, he encountered this kind of gangster fighting."

"I guess this shadow will be with me for a long time."

He looked apologetic: "I'm really sorry..."

At this moment, Ye Tianlong did not say anything, but took out all five egg tarts, crushed them with gloves, and checked them one by one.

A few seconds later, Ye Tianlong's face changed drastically: "The egg tarts are poisonous!"

"What?"

Lei Jiuzhi and Huang Que shouted in unison: "The egg tarts are poisonous?"

Ye Tianlong whispered: "There are muscle softening powder and anesthetic ingredients in it, and this spreads very quickly."

Jiang Ziran stood up straight and shouted to Uncle Guang: "Uncle! Did you poison it?"

Huang Que and the others also looked at Uncle Guang. The egg tarts were brought by Uncle Guang. He brought a full 500 of them, saying that he was thanking Jiang Ziran.

No one thought that the egg tarts were poisonous.

Ye Tianlong's eyes turned cold, and he looked at Uncle Guang and said, "Uncle, are these the egg tarts you brought?"

"Plop!"

Uncle Guang knelt down directly, tears streaming down his face: "Young Master Ye, Ziran, I'm sorry, I have no choice."

"The Japanese arrested our three families and forced me to come here to deliver egg tarts to you."

"I really don't want to hurt you, I really don't want to hurt you, dozens of people were arrested by the Japanese, and your cousin's hands were chopped off."

Uncle Guang cried bitterly: "They also raped your cousin and stabbed your nephew with a knife, I had no choice."

"I can only listen to them, beat them Your mother's banner, I came here to give you egg tarts."

"I really didn't mean it, I just wanted to save your cousin and the others..."

Uncle Guang hugged Jiang Ziran's thigh and begged: "Ziran, save them, please, save them, the Japanese will kill them..."

Jiang Ziran kicked Uncle Guang over, and was very angry: "You have no choice, so you come to harm us?"

Without waiting for Ye Tianlong to stop him, Jiang Ziran grabbed a knife on the table and stabbed it into Uncle Guang's heart with a painful expression:

"I will save them, but you... must die!"

Jiang Ziran suddenly drew his knife, blood and tears spurted out together...