"Bagaya road!"
"Kill him!"
"Damn Chinese!"
The three Japs roared and rushed towards Dragon Boat Festival. That kind of crazy momentum is like three bloodthirsty beasts.
Duanwu showed no fear, and charged directly towards him under the gaze of countless eyes.
Lao Hulu even thought that his nephew was crazy, and he rushed forward single-handedly when facing three Japanese soldiers.
The same goes for other people. Many of them know Duanwu, he is just an older kid. Usually some veterans would even bully him.
But unexpectedly, on the battlefield, this little boy became the most heroic among them.
I saw him riding his horse like flying, showing no fear in the face of three enemies.
A knife with his right hand knocked away the Japanese saber on the right, and another knife with his backhand blocked the Japanese saber on the left.
He leaned back against the horse's back, and while dodging the sword of the third Japanese soldier on the right, he stabbed the sword in his right hand under the little Japanese soldier's left ribs.
The war horse was still running wildly. Duanwu pulled the knife and the wound was stretched to about ten centimeters, almost cutting off half of the devil's body.
The Japanese screamed and fell to the ground, and died while turning the horse's head in the Dragon Boat Festival.
"idiot!"
The other two Japanese were so angry that they turned their horses around and charged towards the Dragon Boat Festival again.
But this time, Dragon Boat Festival has no worries.
Do you think he didn't have the strength to kill these two Japs before?
Absolutely not, because if he forcibly killed the two Japs in front, the third Japs would take advantage of him.
So Dragon Boat Festival let these two Japs go, and first killed the third Japs who fell behind.
At this time, there are no worries anymore. Duanwu clenched the knife tightly in his right hand, feeling an unprecedented sense of strength. This was the strength accumulated from years of hard work. This strength, which was not inferior to that of the special forces, gave Duanwu absolute confidence to kill the two Japanese.
Dodging the sword of the Japanese on the right, he flew sideways and kicked the enemy off his horse.
The Japanese fell to the ground like a dead dog.
At this moment, the Japanese on the left came and slashed at Duan Wu's head with a knife.
The Dragon Boat Festival knife came up to meet him and blocked it. The moment the two sides misplaced their horses, the little devil was slashed in the back.
The knife was so deep that it was possible to see the bone. The little devil fell down under the horse before he could run more than three meters.
Dragon Boat Festival turned the horse's head again, only to see the Jaap who had just been kicked to the ground limping towards his horse.
Throwing out the saber in his hand, he hit the Japanese in the back.
The dead body of the little Japanese fell down, and when the Japanese in the distance saw it, they opened their mouths and were surprised. Then they turned their horses and fled to the northwest.
Dragon Boat Festival looked around and saw that there was no weapon in his hand. Lao Hulu happened to pick up a Japanese carbine.
"Dragon Boat Festival, continue!"
Lao Gourd threw the gun to Duanwu, and Duanwu chased him with the gun.
A series of gunshots came one after another. After a while, Duanwu came back carrying the head of the little Japanese cavalry captain.
The heads were thrown on the ground, and the remaining eighty or so soldiers of the security regiment were once again stunned and fell to the ground in admiration.
Several veteran Youzi who had bullied Duanwu even knelt on the ground and begged Duanwu for forgiveness.
Naturally, Dragon Boat Festival will not argue with them. Moreover, these veteran Youzi's marksmanship is not bad, and each of them has the marksmanship to pierce the enemy with a hundred steps.
However, the number of people was a little smaller. When the Japanese charged, although some people stayed, more people ran away. Even the leader of the security group, Liu Mazi, was missing.
Duanwu ordered people to collect the weapons from the little devil's body.
If these junks were to be replaced now, they would be scrap metal. But for the security team, it is an incredible treasure.
The security team doesn't have a single gun, and even if they have guns, they are old-fashioned.
The rifling of this kind of gun is smoothed, and some even have no rifling at all.
Before the Dragon Boat Festival, he tried to fire a shot. He hit the Japs in the chest within thirty meters but hit the lower abdomen. This level of accuracy can only be said to put Duan Wu to shame.
So if these people are allowed to fight with the same weapons as before, they will simply die.
The Dragon Boat Festival was good at picking out guns and distributed them. There are a total of thirteen 38-type rifles, eight of which are cavalry rifles and five 38-type rifles.
The little devil has more than twenty melon grenades and more than 500 rounds of ammunition. Eight little devil helmets.
One lieutenant's saber, and eleven little devil's sabers.
Everyone held their newly acquired weapons and giggled. Perhaps each of them had never thought that they could kill Japanese soldiers.
Of course, they didn't kill any of them. The thirteen Japanese were all killed by Duanwu alone, and they paid the price of more than thirty people.
During the Dragon Boat Festival battle with the Japanese, the remaining Japanese were not idle. They had been hunting down other members of the security group.
And those people are like rabbits being chased by wild dogs, not knowing how to resist.
They were hacked to death one by one on both sides of the street, which was shocking.
Rows of corpses were placed in front of everyone, and some people retreated again.
"Duanwu, we Japanese have also been killed, and we can have an explanation when we go back. Why don't we go back?"
Lao Gourd was pushed out by everyone again and discussed with Duanwu.
Duanwu rolled his eyes and had an idea. He deliberately said with a straight face: "If we go back now, we will be deserters, and we will lose our heads."
Someone asked: "Shouldn't we kill the Japanese?"
"It's true that we killed the Japanese, but who can prove it? And don't forget, our mission is to reinforce the 88th Division. Now the 88th Division has gone back without seeing us. We are sentenced A deserter is not an exaggeration, right?"
Duanwu asked back, and the people present were speechless for a moment, and a little panicked, asking Duanwu for advice.
Dragon Boat Festival was waiting for them. He pretended to be hesitant and said, "Let's look westward. If we find one, we will have an explanation. If we can't find it, we will attack the lone Japanese and seize more." Some supplies from the Japs can also prove that we have fought against the Japs, what do you think?"
"My nephew is right, you will lose your head if you become a deserter. And this little devil is nothing to be afraid of. My nephew killed thirteen of them by himself."
Lao Hulu exhaled and raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that one day he, Lao Hulu, would be able to coax people.
Everyone was very excited after hearing this. After all, they had heard too many stories about how powerful the little devil was, and they were scared to death even in their dreams.
But today, it seems that the little devil is nothing special. He still looks like a human, his head has been chopped off, and he is also a dead ghost. So what is there to be afraid of?
So everyone's hands stopped shaking, and they just wanted to kill a few more lone Japs, and then go back in glory! ...
