This killer star of the War of Resistance Against Japan was only 9 years old.

Chapter 224 Interrogation of Komoto Ko

"Huff...huff...huff...huff...huff..."

Kojiro breathed a heavy sigh of relief after the enemy's firing stopped, thinking that they must have run out of bullets.

But then he heard someone approaching from in front of him.

But the footsteps were very faint and didn't sound like they were from their own people, so Kojiro didn't dare to show his face to investigate.

Kojiro quickly surveyed the situation of his soldiers, only to find that none of them were still breathing, and not even a single body remained intact; they had all been torn to pieces by the terrifying weapons of the enemy.

Kojiro realized that he could only rely on himself now.

Listening to the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer in front of him, Ichiro Komoto slowly released his left hand, which was covering the wound on his severed arm.

He pulled out his spare pistol from his waistband and pointed it in the direction from which the footsteps were coming.

As the footsteps drew closer and the sound of footsteps on the snow grew clearer, Komoto Ichiro became increasingly tense, his eyes fixed on the top of the depression, seemingly forgetting even the pain of his severed arm.

Just as Ichiro Komoto was on edge, a figure suddenly flashed past him and then rolled away to hide behind a tree.

The moment Komoto Ichiro saw the shadowy figure, he jumped up, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger.

"Click."

Komoto Ichiro was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had forgotten to cock the gun, and subconsciously tried to pull the bolt with his right hand.

But a sharp pain shot through his right arm, and this intense pain caused Ichiro Komoto to stagger and fall to the ground again.

Komoto Ichiro looked at the spare pistol in his hand and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

I especially remembered how he used to laugh at his colleagues because his gun was always cocked and he had to go for repairs frequently.

He even called other colleagues fools on several occasions.

Only now do I realize that I was the fool.

Bai Luo then peeked out from behind the tree, looking at the Japanese spy who had fallen to the ground, wondering what he was up to.

Why didn't that spy fire his gun? If he hadn't fired, his action would have looked rather clumsy.

Seeing the agent with a missing arm sitting there blankly on the ground, not making any other movements, Bai Luo raised his Glock 26 and leaned against him.

Upon approaching, Bai Luo picked up the pistol from the agent's hand and examined it.

"Pfft."

Bai Luo couldn't help but laugh. He now understood why that Japanese soldier hadn't fired.

"You didn't load it?"

Ichiro Komoto was jolted out of his reverie by Bai Luo's laughter.

Looking up, he saw a child who looked about eight or nine years old laughing at him, and Kojiro was instantly filled with rage.

He directly cursed at Bai Luo.

"Baka yarou. You... bang... ah."

Kojiro covered his injured right leg with one hand, swallowing back all the rest of his words.

At this moment, Zheng Yang and Sha Niu also came over.

When Zheng Yang saw Xiao Cifenlang's face clearly, his anger surged instantly, and he disregarded his abdominal injury.

He lifted his foot and kicked Kojiro, who was clutching his leg and groaning, to the ground.

Then he quickly turned to look at Bai Luodao.

"Brother Bai, could you let me handle this Japanese soldier? He's the one who killed my team leader and Sister Wang. I want to avenge them."

Just as Bai Luo was about to nod in agreement, he heard Kojiro on the ground laughing maniacally, as if he had gone mad.

"Hahahaha... Isn't your team leader a middle-aged man with a mustache? He's not dead. My shot hit him just above the chest, a few millimeters away from his heart."

"What? Impossible? I saw him lying in a pool of blood with my own eyes. You can't lie to me."

Zheng Yang strode up to Kojiro. He grabbed Kojiro by the collar and roared at him.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you. I personally took him to the hospital, hahaha..."

Kojiro was completely oblivious to Zheng Yang grabbing his collar.

continued.

"Do you want to know which hospital he's in? If you let me go, I'll tell you."

"ah...."

No sooner had Xiaocilang finished speaking than he let out a pig-like scream, as Zheng Yang's hand had dug into his severed arm.

"Cough cough cough... No matter how you torture me, I won't tell, unless you let me go... Ah."

Seeing that Xiao Ci was still being stubborn, Zheng Yang raised one foot and stomped heavily on the wound Bai Luo had just been shot in.

At this moment, Bai Luo had no interest whatsoever in Zheng Yang's interrogation.

He was examining the Japanese soldier's pistol, which was not a standard-issue weapon for the Japanese.

Instead, it was a finely crafted PPK pistol. No one knew where the Japanese spy had seized it from, but it was now his.

Bai Luo just used this pistol to shoot Kojiro.

10 minute later.

Zheng Yang, panting heavily, stopped torturing Xiao Cifenlang. He was also injured, and the strenuous exercise had caused his wounds to bleed.

Zheng Yang kicked the little boy on the ground again, causing him to lose his balance and fall onto his backside in the snow. Looking at the little boy who was no longer recognizable, he was really stubborn and still refused to say anything.

At this point, Xiao Lang had lost three teeth, and Zheng Yang had broken two fingers off his left hand.

Seeing this, Bai Luo shook his head and slowly spoke to Zheng Yang, who had his head buried in his knees.

"How about I ask for you?"

Zheng Yang did not look up after hearing Bai Luo's words.

Bai Luo waited for about half a minute before Zheng Yang slowly spoke.

"It's no use. This Japanese soldier is too stubborn. Brother Bai, can you treat his injuries first? He can't die yet. I need to know if the team leader is still alive."

After speaking, Zheng Yang looked up at Bai Luo, his eyes red as if they were soaked in blood, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

"No need for that. I can just hypnotize him."

Without waiting for Zheng Yang's reply, Bai Luo tucked the PPK into his back pocket. He planned to give the gun to his aunt when he delivered the letter in a couple of days.

Bai Luo squatted down in front of Kojiro, who was already somewhat delirious due to excessive blood loss.

"Clap clap."

Bai Luo slapped Xiao Cifenlang twice on the face to bring him back to his senses.

I successfully hypnotized Kojiro after making eye contact with his half-closed eyes for less than 5 seconds.

"What's your name?"

"Little Benjiro".

Kojiro answered blankly.

Zheng Yang also heard Kojiro's voice.

He was jolted awake, not understanding what Bai Luo meant by hypnosis.

But this little Japanese soldier is indeed starting to cooperate now, which makes Zheng Yang extremely excited.

He quickly scrambled to Bai Luo's side, looked up at Bai Luo, and gestured for Bai Luo to ask the Japanese about his squad leader.

His bloodshot eyes were filled with pleading and longing.