Chapter 66 Full Moon Night (1)
Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is also the night of the full moon.
The night was as cool as water, and the moon was big and round, gradually climbing up to the middle of the sky, as if looking down on all living things.
Under the bright moonlight, Liu Zhengfeng strode along the road towards the west gate of Suzhou. It was seven or eight miles away from the agreed location, and half an hour would be enough.
Would the Japanese set an ambush? Liu Zhengfeng was unsure.
The cold moonlight fell on the earth, as smooth and flawless as mercury.
Insects chirped on the roadside and frogs croaked from the fields from time to time.
Liu Zhengfeng put the machete on his back, held the sniper rifle in his hand, and strode forward with his head held high.
Whether there were mountains of swords and seas of fire, or the abyss of hell ahead, he had no time to care.
Whether in his past life or this life, his life has always been accompanied by danger and he has been dancing on the edge of a knife.
There have never been peaceful times, it’s just that someone is carrying the burden for you.
He is what people often call a person who moves forward with a heavy burden.
The terrain here is flat, and a road leads straight to the west gate of Suzhou.
On the side of the road in the distance, there is a small and lonely pavilion. Under the pavilion, in the shadow where the moonlight cannot reach, there is a lonely figure sitting vaguely.
Liu Zhengfeng stopped and stared expressionlessly at the lonely figure in the distance. He knew that the man was Tanaka Masao. He had come a short distance, so of course he had arrived earlier than him.
There are two rows of ginkgo trees planted on the roadside. Under the moonlight, the shadows float and appear mottled.
The evening breeze blows gently, stirring the leaves and making a slight rustling sound.
Liu Zhengfeng slowly looked around and found nothing unusual.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, his eyes became more determined, and he walked out.
…
Masao Tanaka sat on the stone bench in the pavilion, standing upright, facing the direction of Fengqiao Ancient Town.
I don't know when a tall and straight figure appeared on the road ahead. Although it was quite far away, an invisible sense of oppression was already overwhelming.
Tanaka Masao's pupils had undergone some subtle changes. The five fingers of his right hand tightened involuntarily and he touched the samurai sword at his waist.
He suddenly felt a little regretful and had an urge to run away.
I regret not listening to Fu Tianlai's advice.
Fu Tianlai told him that Liu Zhengfeng must be an outstanding figure in the national army, a top master who was carefully selected. He must not underestimate the enemy and must not have any contact with him alone.
However, Tanaka Masao was arrogant and blinded by hatred. He also relied on his martial arts skills, so he rejected Fu Tianlai's advice.
In fact, he knew in his heart that the most fundamental reason was that he looked down on the Chinese from the bottom of his heart. How could he change his heart because of Fu Tianlai's advice?
"Tanaka Masao?"
Liu Zhengfeng had already arrived outside the pavilion and stopped. He had just carefully observed that there should be no ambush within a few hundred meters around him. If there was, he should be able to feel it.
Tanaka Masao nodded, stood up, walked outside the pavilion, and stopped two meters away from Liu Zhengfeng.
Liu Zhengfeng is 1.76 meters tall, half a head taller than Tanaka Masao, but Tanaka Masao looks stronger than Liu Zhengfeng.
"You are stronger than I thought. In fact, you are much stronger than any Chinese soldier I have ever met."
Tanaka Masao's eyes fell on the sniper rifle in Liu Zhengfeng's hand and he could not take his eyes off it.
"Liu Zhengfeng, can I see my uncle's gun?"
Liu Zhengfeng said coldly: "Please understand, this is my gun, not your uncle 's."
There was a flash of anger in Tanaka Masao's eyes, but he quickly suppressed his anger and said silently: "You are right, this is your gun. I just want to see the weapon my uncle used. Seeing it reminds me of him and I want to remember him."
Liu Zhengfeng was silent for a while. He was right in front of him, so he didn't dare to take it away by force. It would be okay to lend it to him to have a look.
He was just about to hand over the sniper rifle, but unexpectedly, Tanaka Masao said something that made him immediately give up the idea.
Tanaka Masao sneered and said, "It doesn't matter if you disagree. Once I kill you, the gun will naturally fall into my hands. I can watch as long as I want."
This sentence successfully angered Liu Zhengfeng: "Very good, the gun is right here with me, take it if you have the guts."
Tanaka Masao found that Liu Zhengfeng was as tough as he had appeared on the phone, full of hostility and hatred. There was no need for the two sides to communicate anymore, and there was only one solution - force.
As with all things, when conflicts are irreconcilable, the only way to resolve them is to fight.
Tanaka Masao's eyes were fierce and his hand had already grasped the hilt of the knife.
Liu Zhengfeng was not afraid. He slowly leaned the sniper rifle against the pillar of the pavilion and pulled out the big knife on his back. The knife was out of the sheath, and the blade shone brightly in the moonlight.
At the same time, Tanaka Masao also drew his sword, and the long blade exuded a cold aura.
In an instant, the air was filled with murderous intent.
Liu Zhengfeng held the knife in his right hand, pointing it diagonally to the lower right, with a blade-like light in his eyes.
"bring it on."
Tanaka Masao was not polite either. He roared loudly, grasped the Japanese sword in both hands, and chopped towards Liu Zhengfeng's face like lightning.
Liu Zhengfeng shouted loudly, swung his right hand, swept away the opponent's Japanese sword, and slashed upwards with his backhand.
When Tanaka Masao saw that Liu Zhengfeng turned from defense to offense with just one move and his strength was unusually great, he was startled and immediately fought back with all his might.
After a few moves, Tanaka Masao gradually became timid, because Liu Zhengfeng was too strong. Every time the blades collided, his palms became numb and the Japanese sword almost flew out of his hand.
Liu Zhengfeng noticed the opponent's subtle changes, and suddenly roared, swinging his sword continuously at Tanaka Masao, like a storm, not giving the opponent a chance to breathe.
Tanaka Masao's face turned red, he gritted his teeth and tried his best to fight back.
Suddenly, Liu Zhengfeng shouted like thunder, and with one blow, he swung his sword as powerful as a rainbow, knocking Tanaka Masao's Japanese sword to the ground.
Tanaka Masao's palm was broken and bleeding profusely. He staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground. His face was ferocious and his eyes shot out a beast-like light. He stared at Liu Zhengfeng unwillingly.
Liu Zhengfeng sneered. Now, as long as he swung his sword, Tanaka Masao would not be able to escape death. He raised the sword and was ready to end his life.
Suddenly, a strong feeling of uneasiness suddenly surged into his heart and quickly spread throughout his body. His scalp went numb and without time to think, he suddenly fell to the side.
"boom."
A sudden gunshot rang out through the night sky. A bullet whizzed past where Liu Zhengfeng had just stood and disappeared into the night sky.
“How despicable.”
Liu Zhengfeng rolled to the side of the pavilion, put the big knife back into the scabbard, and reached out to take the sniper rifle. He was now filled with anger. This Japanese devil had no martial ethics.
But as long as he had the sniper rifle in his hand, he would never let him escape, Liu Zhengfeng swore secretly.
