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Chapter 1503 Death of Song Tao

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    However, Zhang Tianhao was still a little worried in the end. Even if he didn't show it, he didn't expect that several people would die this time.

    Song Tao was hunted down, Li Zhongting was shot dead, and several team members who assassinated Japanese ronin also died directly at the hands of police and ronin, which made him feel pain in his heart.

    No wonder the phone call to Li Zhongting¡¯s home just now didn¡¯t go through.

    ¡°After all, only he himself knows about every person who fires unconscionable guns, and the others don¡¯t know at all.

    Seeing that after He Jian Ye checked, there was no contraband. After Zhang Tianhao sent He Jian Ye away, he walked to the back with a gloomy face.

    But Zhang Li was listening there, and she still felt like she was still dreaming. After all, the Japanese killed and injured at least four to five hundred people in last night's operation, but this was a big operation. Even in Peiping, she never thought about it.  Pass.

    The operation was so successful, but Zhang Tianhao¡¯s face became extremely gloomy after He Jianye left.  Go to the backyard.

    ¡°Obviously Zhang Tianhao knew something.

    In the main hall of the backyard, there is a table, an incense burner behind it, and even a blank piece of paper hanging there. There should be a Buddha statue here, or other portraits.

    But Zhang Tianhao didn¡¯t put anything here. Zhang Tianhao had only lit the red candles on both sides twice so far. Although Zhang Li didn¡¯t know why Zhang Tianhao lit candles, she could feel the pain in Zhang Tianhao¡¯s heart.

    She followed Zhang Tianhao to the backyard and saw Zhang Tianhao lighting candles directly there. Two bright red candles were lit, and the large white paper-like scroll in the middle was obviously a bit sinister.

    Zhang Tianhao walked aside, then carefully took out three incense sticks from the bundle, carefully placed them on the candles and lit them. He stood in front of the blank portrait, bowed three times, and then inserted the incense sticks on it.

    "Zhang Li, you're here too, give your brother a stick of incense!"

    When Zhang Li heard this, she didn't understand. Zhang Tianhao said this, which meant that some brothers had been killed in battle. As for those people who were killed in battle, she didn't know. She also silently walked to the portrait, took out a stick of incense, and then carefully lit the incense and paid her respects.  After a few clicks, he inserted it into the incense burner.

    "Sir, are you okay?"

    "It's okay. There are hundreds of people buried with him. They can walk more safely. Don't worry. Maybe in a few days, brothers will join you."

    Zhang Tianhao's face also became more serious, even murderous, and his eyes were a little red.

    "Sir, please forgive me!"

    "No, I should be happy. Don't tell Song Lang about this, lest he worry and do something inappropriate and stupid." Zhang Tianhao took a deep breath, and then tried to regain his previous calm.

    "I know!"

    At this time, Zhang Li didn't understand what the white paper in the middle was. It was just the mourning hall for the dead brothers whose names could not be written on. Although every action was taken with caution, the results were still unpredictable.

    ¡°How about we pour a glass of wine, let¡¯s have a drink and toast too?¡±

    "OK!"

    Zhang Li knew that Zhang Tianhao was not in a good mood, so she didn't say anything. She walked to the wine cabinet and took out three ordinary white empty cups, took a bottle of white wine, placed three cups on the table, and then poured  Serve three glasses.

    Then he handed Zhang Tianhao a glass, picked up a glass himself, and sprinkled the last glass gently on the table.  Then he drank it in one gulp.

    The same is true for Zhang Tianhao. After finishing the wine in the glass, he felt better.

    The two of them sat there without saying anything. It wasn't until all the pillars were burned that Zhang Tianhao went to blow out the candles, but the room was already filled with a strong scent of sandalwood.

    Zhang Tianhao stood up again, walked to the side and washed his face, and then his face once again regained its original confidence and calmness, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

    "Let's go to the front and see if there are any patients. But there may not be much business when the door is open today. Take a look at that little girl!"

    "If you have nothing to do, go to Doudou and you will feel better."

    Zhang Li was also speechless for a while, but still followed Zhang Tianhao.

    ¡­¡­

    Song Tao looked at the Japanese soldiers who were still following him from a distance. They had been chasing him for more than ten hours, but they still didn't give up. They obviously had to catch him.

    "Damn it, why am I still here in the wild mountains and forests today?"

    He gasped for air, then took out a cigarette from his pocket, found a place leeward, and took out a box of matches and a small ID card from his pocket.

    He canHe will die, but his identity must not be recognized.  After all, he knew that the Japanese might trace his ID card to more people.

    As the match turned into a ball of fire, the ID card burned directly into a ball of fire.  And he even brought the cigarette closer to the fire and took a nice puff of the cigarette.

    "I haven't smoked for a long time. If I don't smoke anymore, I won't have a chance to smoke." He was so tired at this time that he didn't have much strength in his body.

    From last night to now, it will be noon soon, and he has not had a bite to eat since he has been escaping until now.  He didn't expect that this mission would turn out like this.

    After taking a puff of cigarette, he felt a discomfort in his throat, and several coughs came from his mouth.

    "What the hell, who said cigarettes are easy to smoke? I just discovered today that smoking is also so difficult." He touched the gun and the grenade, feeling a little more confident.

    "Brother, from now on, the succession of my Song family will be left to you. Don't die!"

    He rested for a while, then got up and ran towards the forest. After all, to his left, there was another dog barking.  From a distance, I saw a dozen police officers leading a dog towards here.

    There were nearly a hundred Japanese soldiers behind him, which almost made it difficult for him to fly.

    He looked behind him and then continued to climb up the mountain. Now he had no retreat. The only feasible way was up the mountain. Maybe going up the mountain was his only chance of survival.

    But his physical strength has become his biggest obstacle.

    Now he really regrets why he didn't train more. If he had good physical strength, he wouldn't be chased closer and closer by the Japanese soldiers.

    ¡°Bah bang bang!¡±

    Then he heard the sound of gunshots ringing in his ears. He cursed bitterly, and then tried hard to climb up the mountain again. However, all his efforts were still not faster than the Japanese guns.

    A bullet hit him directly in the thigh, instantly reducing his possibility of escaping to zero.  He had to lean behind a tree, dragging his injured thigh, half-leaning there, picked up a pistol, and shot at the Japanese.

    The bursts of gunfire made a popping sound directly on the tree next to him, and the snow on the tree was shaken and fell down, falling on him.

    "Come on, little devil, I will be a good man again in eighteen years. I have never thought about going back since I came here!" There was a flash of madness in his eyes.

    "Crack!"

    Suddenly, when he was fighting back, his pistol fired once, but it didn't. He was stunned and quickly ducked behind a tree, pulled out the magazine and took a look.

    I couldn¡¯t help but smile bitterly. There were no bullets left. Wasn¡¯t this forcing him?

    Gently took out a bullet from his arms. It was his own glorious bullet. The glorious bullet with his body temperature was gently pushed into the magazine of the pistol.

    Gently pull the pistol, and the bullet is loaded again.  He even took out a prepared grenade.

    Soon, he pulled the grenade ring off, gently held the grenade with his left hand, and then put the pistol directly against his head.

    Just as the Japanese soldiers were surrounding them, a gunshot was heard.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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