puff!
Duanwu pushed away a Japanese soldier's bayonet and stabbed him in the chest.
With a flick of the bayonet, he made a big hole in the Japanese soldier's chest and threw the Japanese soldier directly to the left.
The Japs corpse knocked down several other Japs. The left side of Dragon Boat Festival is temporarily safe.
But the two Japanese soldiers on the right were both holding Type 38 rifles and stabbed at the Dragon Boat Festival.
As soon as Duanwu retracted his abdomen, the bayonets of the two Japs were gone. He turned right to suppress the Japs' guns. After turning 180 degrees, the butt of the rifle directly hit the head of the Japs closest to Duanwu.
The Japs were hit until they vomited blood, and another Japs was also knocked down.
"idiot!"
The Japanese army officer roared angrily, raised his sword high and struck at Dragon Boat Festival.
Dragon Boat Festival turned around, and the 38-type rifle pierced the Japanese Army Cao's chest like a spear.
The little Japanese sergeant's samurai sword hit the air, but hung down weakly. The body was supported by the Type 38 rifle and hung in the air. I'm afraid he never thought until his death that Dragon Boat Festival had such a trick.
The samurai sword fell to the ground and was stuck in the ground. Duanwu grabbed it and chopped down three Japs in a row.
The roar of the Japs came again from behind, and three Japs stabbed at the Dragon Boat Festival side by side.
The knife in his right hand blocked the bayonet of the first Japanese, and used the bayonet of the first Japanese to pick up the bayonets of the second and third Japanese.
The bayonets of the three Japs were blocked, but the fierce Japs refused to admit defeat at all and attacked the Dragon Boat Festival together.
"Chinese people, go to hell!"
Roaring, the huge force pressed Duanwu continuously backwards. The knife in Duanwu's hand was also pushed towards Duanwu.
The knife was pushed three inches into Duanwu's chest, and the sharp blade was about to pierce Duanwu's clothes.
Duanwu tried his best to resist the strength of the three opponents with his samurai sword. He quickly pulled out a pistol from his right waist with his left hand and aimed three shots at the kid's abdomen.
The three Japanese soldiers were beaten so hard that they fell to the ground and rolled in pain.
Duan Wu was about to take a few more shots, but at this moment, more Japanese soldiers came around.
During the Dragon Boat Festival, with a knife in his right hand and a pistol in his left hand, he killed all the Japanese in the crowd.
Half of the thirty Japanese were killed by Duanwu, and the rest were injured, some were timid, and they were scared back by Duanwu alone.
"come!"
The Dragon Boat Festival roared, covered in blood, and against the flames of war, he looked like a bloody god of death.
The timid person was frightened out of his courage by this drink, and his legs weakened and he sat on the ground. The remaining Japs, although holding rifles in their hands, kept retreating.
"Baga Yalu, what on earth are you doing?"
At this moment, Major Yamamoto roared and led people to rush over.
He was also resting just now. He was not wearing any military uniform, and he was covered in black ash from the bombing. If one of his lieutenants hadn't knocked him down the moment the grenade exploded, he might have gone to see his Amaterasu by now.
When he came to his senses, Duanwu had already killed him.
When he saw a fire in the tent where the arms were stored, he quickly ordered other Japanese to put out the fire, while he led his men to hunt down Duan Wu.
He brought more than a hundred Japanese with him, but when he got closer, he discovered that there was only one person who attacked his camp.
This is simply a great shame for the imperial army.
He roared angrily and scolded the frightened Japs. Then he angrily walked up to Duanwu and roared: "Are you the one who caused huge losses to our Imperial Japanese Army today?"
"Yes! Do you dare to fight me?"
The Dragon Boat Festival sword was pointed directly at Major Yamamoto.
"That's what I mean, Ichito-ryu 7th Dan, Yamamoto Taro, please give me some advice."
Major Yamamoto drew his sword, held the sword in both hands, and assumed a sword style of Ito style.
Duanwu put the empty pistol back into his waist. It was at this moment that he discovered that a gash had been cut on the back of his left hand at some point.
Duanwu licked the blood from the wound with his tongue, then spit it on the ground, holding the handle of the knife with both hands.
Major Yamamoto roared and rushed straight over. His sword was as heavy as a mountain, and no one could stop it if he struck it from the front. This is the result of thousands of sword strikes every day.
Thousands of times a day, tens of thousands of times in ten days, hundreds of thousands of times in a hundred days.
What a terrifying number this is.
Taro Yamamoto's sword was unstoppable, but little did he know that since ancient times, Chinese martial arts has said that four ounces can move a thousand pounds.
Danwu pretended to meet Major Yamamoto's sword, but the moment the two swords connected, he turned around, drew the sword, and cut it horizontally.
His movements were smooth and fluid, but Taro Yamamoto's moves were clumsy.
His knife was empty, and he was trying hard to take it back. But at this moment, the sword of the Dragon Boat Festival arrived and slashed into the back of Taro Yamamoto's neck, cutting off his head.
Yamamoto Taro's headless body fell to the ground.
The little devils' eyes widened in shock at first, but then they roared and drew their guns at the same time.
More than a hundred guns were raised at the same time. If the bullets came out, let alone one Dragon Boat Festival, even ten Dragon Boat Festivals would be smashed into sieves in an instant.
But facing so many guns, Duanwu showed no fear. Because in tonight's battle, Yamamoto Taro was killed by him, and the Yamamoto brigade was unable to fight anymore.
The Sihang Warehouse was saved. As long as Xie Jinyuan and others held on for three more days, everyone could go home safely.
The two words "go home" are the trigger for all actions tonight during the Dragon Boat Festival. As a result, Dragon Boat Festival was shaken.
He originally thought that he had the ability to change the minds of a group of people and thus lead to victory in a war.
He worked hard to gather together a group of deserters, a group of local troops, and a group of local troops.
But reality slapped him hard. Let alone a group of people, it is very difficult for even one person to change his mind.
Lao Hulu and others seem to be soldiers, but they are not soldiers. When they faced the brutal Japanese, they only had fear and could only run away. And he said the word "go home".
This reason allowed Lao Hulu to get angry at Dragon Boat Festival with confidence. But Dragon Boat Festival couldn't refute it. Because no one has the right to stop someone from going home.
Lao Hulu has no will to fight at all. He was greedy for money and cherished his life. He came to the Songhu battlefield just to collect corpses for others.
The Dragon Boat Festival hopes to awaken them, hoping to awaken the fighting will of all Chinese troops.
It was the same today. Although Duanwu seemed reckless, he believed that as long as his death could awaken soldiers like Lao Hulu, then everything would be worth it, not to mention that he had killed so many Japanese. He died without regrets!
"Come on! Come and kill me!"
Dragon Boat Festival held the sword and roared. Covered in blood, he was like a wounded beast, charging at more than a hundred Japanese soldiers with live ammunition!
"Bagaya road!"
The Japanese were angry and roaring. They pulled the bolts of their guns and pushed all the bullets into the chambers.
"shooting!"
Amidst the roars of a Japanese captain and officer, the Japanese all pointed their loaded guns at the charging Dragon Boat Festival! ...
