"There are many of us, so don't fight the Japanese in a one-on-one fight. Two or three will fight one. It's not shameful to fight obscenely, it's shameful to lose."
Quick Gun Team, I formed you to make you a living? Shoot me with a gun! If you can use a gun, don't use a knife..."
On the entire battlefield, the loudest one was the Dragon Boat Festival, who ordered the soldiers of the 44th Division and the soldiers of the Independent Battalion of the 87th Division to fight the Japanese in groups. Those who can use guns should not use knives. Fighting can be a little more obscene and not embarrassing.
At this time, the enemy's 38th Regiment had become the target of Duanwu. Duanwu used six times the enemy's force to encircle the Japanese.
However, because the soldiers of the 44th Division were unfamiliar with Dragon Boat Festival tactics, they actually suffered a loss when fighting the Japanese.
Duanwu quickly used his roar to turn the tide of the battle.
When life and death were at stake, the soldiers had no time to think and had already begun to carry out the Dragon Boat Festival's orders. They no longer ran to fight the Japanese alone, but several people formed a gang to deal with a single Japanese.
The pistol team of the independent battalion also began to use its force, aiming at the lone Japs, or the Japs who could hit accurately, and shot them to death indiscriminately.
The little Jaap was miserable, and he had relied on his stabbing skills to hold on. However, with the Dragon Boat Festival's order, the battle situation suddenly took a turn for the worse, and the Japs were defeated in a one-sided manner.
And those Japanese who understand a little bit of Chinese are cursing the Dragon Boat Festival for being a bad road. He even instigated his own soldiers to fight in groups while they were stabbing, and even beat them with bullets.
Naturally, MCC also heard the roar of the Dragon Boat Festival. He recognized Duan Wu as the instigator at a glance.
"You guys stop the Chinese people from me, you come with me, Baga, finally let me know who that Dragon Boat Festival is!"
Zhongyecang was very excited, and he led his guards to kill Dragon Boat Festival. But at this time, the communications officer took the radio to report: "Your Excellency, we have received news from Mr. Sasaki. Mr. Sasaki, please let us hold on for another half hour, and reinforcements will definitely arrive."
"Baga, the reinforcements are useless. This is a blitzkrieg launched by the Chinese army. They have invested all their troops. In order to eliminate us as quickly as possible.
Judging from the current strength of the troops, this battle will be over in less than ten minutes. It will end with the death of all our Imperial Japanese Army!
Hum! In that case, let us die like a warrior, the radio is useless. We must rely on our own strength to kill all these Chinese people! "
MCC said, grabbing the radio and throwing it heavily on a stone.
The radio station was smashed to pieces, but at this time, MCC didn't even look at the radio station, so he pulled out his sword and strode towards Dragon Boat Festival.
A soldier from the 44th Division stabbed him with a gun. The old devil blocked the knife in his right hand and shouted with a ferocious expression: "Chinese people, do you think that my Zhongyecang's head is so easy to get? If you want to kill me, Zhongyecang, you are still a hundred years too early. !”
puff!
Zhongyecang slashed the soldiers of the 44th Division to the ground with a backhand knife.
This old devil is not as simple as he seems at all. He has very high attainments in swordsmanship. If he were to be classified according to Japanese swordsmanship, his swordsmanship would be at least seventh level. Therefore, ordinary Chinese soldiers are no match for MCC Cang.
MCC killed seven or eight Chinese soldiers in a row, and their swords and uniforms were stained red with blood.
At this time, he finally attracted Duanwu's attention. Dragon Boat Festival also killed more than a dozen Japanese, and their bodies and knives were all covered in their blood.
The two people met in the center of the battlefield, their eyes facing each other.
At this moment, it seemed as if they were the only two people left on the entire battlefield. The noise around them and the fighting officers and soldiers seemed to disappear in an instant. Only these two people were looking at each other from a distance of more than ten meters.
The old devil Zhongyecang smiled ferociously and sneered: "Mr. Dragon Boat Festival, I finally caught you!"
Duanwu said nonchalantly: "Are you trying to catch me, or are you here to die?"
Zhongyecang continued to smile evilly: "I like tough-talking Chinese like you. Your tactics really impress me, but it's a pity that you will die in my hands today. My swordsmanship has reached at least the eighth level."
Duanwu sneered and said, "The last old devil said the same thing. Unfortunately, the grass on his grave is now a foot high."
"Nani?"
MCC Cang didn’t know that Dragon Boat Festival was joking. He actually took it seriously. He felt that Dragon Boat Festival had killed the imperial army a year ago, otherwise how could the grass on the grave be one foot high?
Duanwu replied in Japanese: "You are a stupid pig!"
"idiot!"
MCC was angry and rushed towards Duanwu with knives in both hands.
Danwu held the sword in one hand, and the katana was resting on the ground.
The blade of the knife rubbed against the sand and gravel on the ground, making a hissing sound. Sparks continued to burst out.
Zhongyecang said angrily: "China people, this is not how a samurai sword is used."
Duanwu said disdainfully: "What a katana, it's just a copy of the Tang sword. What do you Japanese have? Everything is copied from China. You Japanese are basically descendants of the Chinese."
"idiot!"
Zhongyecang was completely angered by the Dragon Boat Festival. He jumped up about five meters away from the Dragon Boat Festival and slashed his samurai sword from top to bottom.
This sword was powerful enough to chop Huashan Mountain, and it used up all the strength of Zhongye Cang. At this time, let alone a person, he could cut even a cow into two pieces with one sword.
Dragon Boat Festival was smiling, and suddenly his body accelerated...
At this time, when watching Dragon Boat Festival's movements, MCC had the urge to curse. Most people would either block or dodge when they see his sword strike like this.
But Duanwu didn't, he suddenly accelerated and rushed towards him.
It looked like an act of suicide.
Because your enemy slashes at you with a sword, and you don't block or dodge, but rush towards him. Isn't this giving your enemy a death blow?
But just such a seemingly suicidal move caught MCC off guard.
MCC has imagined all the moves of the Dragon Boat Festival and made predictions.
But he didn't expect this exact move. Dragon Boat Festival not only used his own speed to cleverly avoid MCC's sword, but also pierced MCC like a candied haws on a stick.
The Dragon Boat Festival knife was inserted into Zhongyecang's abdomen. The sword pierced Zhongyecang's spine.
Zhongyecang's body lay on Duanwu's arm like a puddle of mud.
A large amount of blood flowed along the sword and onto Duan Wu's hand. Duan Wu's right hand was instantly stained red by the blood of Zhongye Cang.
Tick tock! Tick tock!
The blood was like a gushing column, because the wound was really too big. Zhongyecang jumped down from mid-air, almost as if he hit Duanwu's sword, so the wound was particularly large.
MCC endured the pain and used his last strength to say: "Dragon Boat Festival is truly worthy of its reputation. It never plays its cards according to common sense."
"kindness!"
Duanwu responded and pulled out his sword. At this time, a large amount of blood spattered, and Zhongye Cang lay on the ground like a dead dog.
The old devil stared with unblinking eyes. He originally planned to use his own swordsmanship to regain the upper hand, but he failed to make a single move and was skewered by Dragon Boat Festival.
When he was dying, he only had one thought, that is, he should not have met this madman Duan Wu! ...
