Bright Sword: Stop pretending, I am the most powerful warlord

The special agent flag, a flag that is even rarer than the devil's alliance flag.

The alliance flag is generally bestowed by the emperor of the devils, and it is a symbol of the spirit of the devils' troops.

Under normal circumstances, the captain of the Guizi Alliance would order the troops to be burned when they had a premonition that the troops were about to be defeated.

In their view, the taking of the alliance flag is almost like being captured by the locust, which is an extremely shameful thing.

The Huaxia army also obtained half of the unburned alliance flag.

After the end of World War II, the devils even sent people to negotiate with Huaxia, wanting to redeem the half flag, which shows the importance of the alliance flag to the devils.

Compared with the alliance flag, the special agent flag is obviously rarer, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is rare.

You must know that in the devil army, the formation of the alliance is not too small, and there is a certain base number as the basis.

But the secret service team is different, and there are only a few of them in the whole army of devils.

Although the Yamamoto Special Forces are not the most powerful of the devils' special forces, they are still among the best.

Now Wu Qianli has seized their special agent flag and Yamamoto's command knife. If they take them back, it will definitely be a great achievement.

"Monk, you did a great job this time, and you managed to find this thing!"

Wu Qianli looked at the monk with some excitement, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise.

Although the monk didn't know what the spy flag represented, since Wu Qianli said that he had made meritorious service, he could only be happy with it.

"Okay, don't be too merry, use your strengths, continue to search, maybe you can get something else!"

"Yes!"

With Wu Qianli's permission, the monk plunged into the headquarters again, followed by another jingling sound.

Time passed, and before he knew it, there was a hint of paleness in the sky.

Wu Qianli rested for a while leaning on the chair, at this moment, Zhang Dabiao walked in.

"Head Wu, all the devils in Ping'an County have been gathered. Our head asked me to come over and ask, how do you plan to deal with them?"

Wu Qianli stood up slowly, a look of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

"Understood, I'll go now!"

After finishing speaking, Wu Qianli strode towards the square, followed by the monk Zhang Dabiao.

When I came to the square in Ping'an County, the people around here were already surrounded by Ping'an people.

Li Yunlong's troops gathered all the devils together and pointed their guns at the devils kneeling on the ground in the middle.

These devils held their heads in their hands, knelt on the ground and shivered, not even daring to lift their heads.

Seeing Wu Qianli approaching, everyone immediately made way for Li Yunlong to greet him directly.

"All the devils in the city are here. In the beginning, a few devil soldiers wanted to resist, so I killed them immediately."

"The rest are common people's merchants of devils, both men and women, what are you going to do with it?"

"Separate men and women, and shoot all men!" Wu Qianli said without any emotion.

In an instant, everyone present was stunned.

According to the discipline of the Eighth Route Army, these devils have no ability to resist and can be regarded as prisoners.

The policy of the Eighth Route Army has always been to treat prisoners preferentially. Is Wu Qianli a flagrant disobedience to discipline?

"Should we think about it again?" Zhang Dabiao persuaded with some worry.

Wu Qianli glared at him: "If they step into our land without our permission, they are invaders. I will never be lenient when dealing with invaders."

"How they treat our people, then how we treat their expatriates."

"Blood debts must be paid in blood. This is an eternal truth."

Wu Qianli didn't say this out of emotion.

During the entire World War II period, the devils could be said to be martial by the whole people. More than 90.00% of their local people, whether they were soldiers or civilians, supported the war.

This is also the origin of what is often said in later generations, there is no wronged soul under the mushroom.

"But."

"No but!" Wu Qianli indifferently interrupted Zhang Dabiao who was still about to speak.

"I'll take care of it if the superiors find out. If you don't dare to do it, I'll do it myself."

With that said, Wu Qianli raised his sword again and walked towards a devil businessman.

"Ya Butterfly! Help!"

The ghost merchant stared wide-eyed, looking at Wu Qianli who walked in front of him like a god of death, waving his hands incessantly, begging for mercy.

"Pfft!"

With the flash of the sword, his head was separated from his neck in an instant.

Wu Qianli's freshly dried clothes were once again stained with bright red blood.

The bloodstains on the face and the early sun that had just risen in the east reflected off each other, and the hearts of the Chinese soldiers and common people who watched were lifted.

"it is good!"

"Kill them all, kill this group of beasts that are not as good as pigs and dogs!"

As Wu Qianli swiped away the blood on the sword, the surrounding people let out deafening applause.

They don't know how to treat prisoners preferentially. They only know that these devils killed their relatives, and now someone has finally stood up to avenge them.

The cheers were like ocean waves, wave after wave, drowning the surrounding Eighth Route Army soldiers.

All the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army clenched their fists. Although they didn't say anything, their hearts were already churning.

"You bastard, pay back my mother's life!"

A soldier diagonally opposite Wu Qianli seemed to be affected by the sound, raised his bayonet with red eyes, and stabbed viciously at the heart of the devil closest to him.

Someone took the lead, and everyone couldn't hold back in an instant, and raised their bayonets to stab the devil one after another.

A ghost expatriate in a suit stared at Wu Qianli in fear as he watched people fall all around him.

"We have surrendered, we did not harm you, why kill us?"

"Why? Isn't your Huaxia army a division of benevolence and righteousness?"

"That's for our Chinese people!" Wu Qianli gave him a cold look, and walked up to him with his knife raised.

"Our Chinese religion pays attention to cause and effect. The evil karma you planted in China should be repaid today."

"If you kill one of our people, I will kill ten of you. If there are not enough devils in the land of China, I will kill them in your homeland one day until you pay off your blood debt!"

After finishing speaking, Wu Qianli's sword fell, and the heads of the devils fell to the ground.

Ping An's devils and immigrants are not rare, but they are killed quickly.

The blood on the bayonet hadn't dried completely yet, and the devils had all fallen into a pool of blood.

When the sun dispelled the shadows in Ping'an County and the warm sunlight shone on everyone's faces, the corners of everyone's mouths raised unconsciously.

As for the smell of blood in the air and the streets covered in rivers of blood, everyone selectively ignored it.

Wu Qianli is not bloodthirsty, but this killing is necessary.

This is a warning to the invaders, a guarantee to the people, and it is also to make up for his guilt towards the people of Zhao Jiayu.

"Head, there are more than a dozen female devils over there, have you killed them?"

The monk said calmly, as if the dozen or so female devils over there were beasts locked in a cage, waiting to be slaughtered at any time.

Wu Qianli smiled faintly: "I won't kill them, I'll keep them for a while!"