He is in this house, just right away. I have already smelled his breath. I will not miss every suspicious place. I will dig three feet into the ground and find the old gun. He is waiting for me, he is waiting for me, searching comprehensively.
At this time, a scream in the back garden, the military trough led by the Japanese who had just arrived was pierced into the cheek by a cold arrow. Like an carp whose cheeks were poked by a harpoon, she rolled on the ground several times and twitched to death. Watanabe came to the back house surrounded by guards. He looked at the hexagonal pavilion built against the dry pond and peeling off the paint. He strided over, hoping to use the steep high terrain there to control the situation. The machine gunner followed him and arrived at the pavilion. He first put the machine gun on a stone stool, looked down from a high place, scanning the open space, and was full of murderous aura. At this time, the explosion of the grenade sounded, killing several guards. Watanabe immediately judged the location of the grenade and immediately drew his sword to command the machine gun to start firing. He came to the remnant wall of the assertion, took the soldier's 38 large , picked out a few broken pillars with the tip of the gun, then turned the gun body, smashed it with the butt stock, and cleared out a mezzanine secret realm after a few minutes.
There is a secret passage in this house. You can go in immediately and throw the grenades wherever you pass. I want to destroy this passage in the dark trough, making it difficult to make traffic difficult.
The bullet in front of him was jumping among the soil and grass. Watanabe lay on the ground, and was so suppressed by the fire that he couldn't raise his head, and lowered his head and shouted.
- Counterattack! Surrounded!
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