There was a heavy rain, and the strong wind tore through the night of Longcheng No. 7 Private Harbor.
The dark 10,000-ton cargo ship was shaking violently in the rolling waves, and the gap in the left wing that was torn by explosives was pouring into the cold water. The piercing air defense siren echoed wildly above the deck, and the red emergency searchlights were like the eyes of evil spirits, shooting wildly in the rainy night.
"Fire! Kill him! Don't let him get close to the bridge!"
A Kwantung Army captain pulled out his command sword, pointed hysterically at the demon-like figure in front of him and roared.
"Da da da da da-"
Dozens of hundreds of submachine guns spit out orange-red tongues of flame at the same time, and dense rain of bullets intertwined into an airtight web of death on the deck. The stagnant water was boiling due to the bullets, and the water mixed with sawdust flew everywhere.
Lu Xiao didn't hide. In other words, at the moment when these soldiers fired, he was no longer where he was.
His burly body showed a terrifying explosive power that was completely unreasonable on the sloping deck. His coat was flapping in the strong wind. He was like a tiger descending from the mountain that had been dormant in the darkness for a long time. With dizzying and strange steps, he instantly cut into the blind spot of the Japanese army's firepower.
"On the left! He's coming!" A soldier's eyes widened in horror, his finger tightly holding the trigger, but only an afterimage was hit.
The next second, a dark steel saber passed across his throat quietly.
