"Kaima, do you think my appearance can scare Xiao Dongyang?" Bu La grinned, revealing a row of big molars. Seeing this made me tremble.
"Climb, crawl, crawl away, you son of a bitch is going to make me angry!" Kaname pushed him angrily.
Yaoma, a man from Bashan, is not even afraid of little devils, he seems to be afraid of dark things like this.
The two of them were whispering together, and after being glared at by Liao Mingyu, they immediately shut their mouths knowingly.
Everyone put their guns behind their backs and held bayonets or machetes in their hands. They carefully followed Liao Mingyu towards the Japanese position. The dark night and the trees provided them with good cover. No one spoke at this moment, there was only the rustling of footsteps on the ground.
At 2.3 o'clock in the morning, when ordinary people are most sleepy, the little devil on the watchtower has already fallen asleep. There are still 5.6 soldiers standing guard on the position. They are leaning together in twos and threes. Several Japanese soldiers can no longer stand the attack of sleepiness and doze off against the trench with their eyes wide open.
They were so confident that they didn't believe that anyone would come to attack them. It was these mindless and simple victories that made them so arrogant.
The two Japanese soldiers who were still standing were also yawning profusely, reluctantly performing the boring task of standing guard.
One of the Japanese soldiers shouted to his comrades who were sleeping behind the sandbags: "Inoue, you guys are too shameful. We are standing guard, but you are sleeping there. Wait until the squadron leader comes to see what you do. !”
"Be quiet. What night is it not like this during this period? What could happen? The squadron leader himself is sleeping soundly. Okay, don't disturb me..." A soldier behind the sandbag muttered dissatisfiedly and turned over. continue to sleep.
The soldier wanted to say more, but was interrupted by his companion next to him.
"Takahashi-kun, did you...hear anything?" His companion said to him uncertainly.
Takahashi muttered impatiently: "There was no sound, Niijima-kun. I didn't hear anything except Inoue and the others snoring."
"But, I seem to hear some footsteps." Niijima was confused and took a few steps forward. What he saw in front of him was pitch black, and it felt like there was nothing.
Just when he turned around to go back, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with the dark night in front of him.
Long Wenwen smiled.
A flash of white suddenly appeared in the darkness.
"Well……"
The big white teeth frightened him so much that he just wanted to scream loudly. But his mouth was tightly covered by a hand.
"Pfft..." The sharp bayonet instantly cut his throat. A hideous wound was left on his neck.
"Grrrr..." Blood spurted out. He opened his mouth wide and tried desperately to breathe, but the broken trachea could only make a hissing sound like a deflating balloon. Instead, the blood pouring into his lungs made him feel suffocated, and he fell to the ground weakly, clutching his neck.
On the other side, Liao Mingyu rushed to Takahashi and stabbed his heart with a bayonet like a bolt of lightning. At the same time, he covered his mouth with his left hand to prevent him from making any sound.
Takahashi opened his eyes wide and held Liao Mingyu's arm tightly, but the strength in his body was slowly being stripped away by the blood flowing out.
In his last consciousness, he saw dark phantoms slowly walking towards their position...
"Takahashi, what are you doing? Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" Inoue, who had just fallen asleep, was awakened by a strange noise next to him. He turned around in dissatisfaction and looked up.
I saw a dark figure standing in front of him. He was grinning, and his row of big white molars were particularly conspicuous in the dark night.
"Hey, are you worried?"
Long Wenwen greeted him in broken Japanese.
Inoue's mouth opened wide. He was so frightened that he couldn't make a sound for a while.
"Pfft!"
The bayonet penetrated his mouth, and the long and narrow tip protruded from the back of his head. Long Wenwen had quick eyesight and quick hands, and killed him with one knife.
Several other sleeping imps were quickly dispatched by the Sichuan Army soldiers who rushed over.
Liao Mingyu shook off the blood on his hands and gave an order to everyone: "Milong, go and get rid of the little Japs on the watchtower. Mount the machine gun on it and provide support at any time depending on the situation. Others, follow me into the barracks. If you see a little devil, stop talking nonsense and kill him hard!"
"I don't ask you to be silent, but you must fight quickly and show off your momentum. Don't give the little devil a chance to fight back with a gun!"
Liao Mingyu smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth: "Brothers, happy hunting!"
Everyone rushed into the nearest barracks. The little devil, who was sleeping soundly at the moment, was unaware of the disaster and had no idea that the disaster had come.
Several officer samurai swords were seized from Japanese lieutenants in the first two battles, and they came in handy now.
Liao Mingyu and Long Wenwen took the lead and chopped off the little devil's head.
"kill!"
"Pfft!" The body of a little devil was separated instantly, and the blood spurted out and splashed all over Liao Mingyu.
"Kill!"
The soldiers of the Sichuan Army raised their bayonets and stabbed the sleeping little Japanese one after another. A few of the more alert little devils opened their eyes and screamed in fright when they saw the dark ghost-like figures!
"Pfft..."
"puff……"
"ah!"
"Ghost!"
The shouts of death mixed with the screams, and countless little devils lost their heads in their sleep. The Japanese soldiers who were lucky enough to survive fled away without their lives. The soldiers of the Sichuan Army were willing to give up. They held their knives and chased the little devil like a life-threatening ghost, slashing them relentlessly.
The entire barracks exploded instantly! Many little Japanese soldiers suddenly opened their eyes, climbed out of bed and started to put on clothes and look for weapons. However, the soldiers of the Sichuan Army obviously would not give them a chance. Many Japanese soldiers went to see their "Amaterasu" without even touching their clothes. Great God"
The red-eyed Sichuan Army soldiers were covered in blood and chased after the little devil regardless.
Who have you seen this battle before? A group of dark, inhuman creatures, like ghosts crawling out of hell, suddenly appear in front of you and chop them with a knife without saying a word.
The smell of blood in the air and the screams of their companions stimulated their hearts little by little. They had always been unrivaled in Myanmar and they were scared to death at this moment!
"Calm down! Don't panic. The enemy is attacking. Get your weapons and fight back!"
Among the chaotic crowd, a Japanese squadron leader was shirtless, holding only a samurai sword in his hand, and shouted at the Japanese soldiers around him.
"Squadron leader, run quickly, they are the legendary mountain ghosts, and they are looking for our lives."
"They are not afraid of bullets and cannot be killed. If we don't run away, we will all be killed."
"Oh Daosang, oh Jisang, help!"
However, the little devil's heart has collapsed! Not many people heard his cry. Everyone just cried for their fathers and mothers, and tried to escape in a panic.
"Baga! You cowards!" the squadron leader was furious.
Countless little devils didn't even have time to put on their clothes, so they were ready to run for their lives naked. The murderous Sichuan Army soldiers wanted to chop them all into pieces.
"Ah! He's dead!"
The most exaggerated one was Long Wenwen, who was slashing at the little devil while screaming like a ghost crying or a wolf howling.
People who didn't know thought it was him who was chopped.
But the little devil was frightened half to death by his screams that were neither human nor ghosts. They looked at Long Wenwen who was covered in blood in horror. He didn't even have the ability to resist at the most basic level, so he could only watch helplessly. The butcher's knife struck him.
"Baga! Stop!" The squadron leader struggled to stop several running Japanese soldiers and slapped them to wake them up a little.
"They are not mountain ghosts! They are all human beings. Pick up your weapons and fight back immediately!"
This squadron leader is one of the few people in the Japanese army who is still awake. He shouted hoarsely to the soldiers around him, asking them to stabilize their minds and start to fight back. By this time, several soldiers were already approaching him.
This is not a good sign. If he is allowed to gather the fleeing little Japanese around and resist with guns, the Sichuan Army will suffer casualties.
Liao Mingyu stared at him fiercely. After cutting off the two little Japs beside him, one of them flew towards the Japs squadron leader.
The soldiers next to the squadron leader took a few steps back in fear as they looked at Liao Mingyu, who was charging at him with a knife.
"Baga!" The squadron leader had no choice but to face him with his sword.
He understood that only by killing the enemy in front of him would his soldiers believe that this was not some bullshit mountain ghost.
"Ding!" The two samurai swords collided in the air. The squadron leader did not expect that the enemy was so strong. He was shocked for a moment and his palms were numb, making him unable to hold the katana in his hand.
Liao Mingyu would not give him another chance. He put away his knife and slashed sideways towards the Japanese squadron leader's calf.
"Ah!"
The powerful and heavy knife cut off the Japanese squadron leader's calf in an instant. The severe pain made him almost faint, and he kept wailing on the ground while holding the broken leg.
Slowly walking over, Liao Mingyu stepped on the back of the Japanese squadron leader with his foot and raised the knife with his hand.
"Pfft..." The squadron leader's head rolled to the side with a chop.
Liao Mingyu stepped forward and raised the head.
"Haha!" He laughed, holding the head in his left hand and the knife still dripping blood in his right hand. His entire upper body was covered with blood sprayed by the little devil. Like a demon crawling out of hell, he slowly walked towards the group of little devils gathered by the squadron leader.
The Japanese were all dumbfounded, especially when they saw the head in Liao Mingyu's hand, with blood still dripping from the neck, and the squadron leader's wide eyes and painful expression still frozen on his face.
They let out a shrill scream. Run away regardless!
The flames of resistance that had just been inspired by the Japanese squadron leader were now extinguished in an instant...
