Chapter 6 The Battle of Warriors

"Let me do it!"

Almost all of the anti-Japanese volunteers stood up. They were all good at practicing martial arts since childhood, so they were unwilling to show weakness and volunteered to fight bravely.

A Japanese captain slowly came out, holding a command knife in his hand, raised his finger and pointed to those people, "You three come up."

What, the little devil is too arrogant! People blew it up at once.

"I don't need three, I can deal with you alone." A tall man stood up first, holding a three or eight-eight lid with a bayonet in his hand.

The Japanese captain smiled contemptuously and then opened the posture.

Hirayama Jinfu, the captain of the first team under Sangqiao, is a martial arts master. In terms of his skills, he is second to none among the officers under Sangqiao.

The two of them held their breath and confronted each other, and no one moved.

Finally, the tall man couldn't help it. He shouted and stabbed out the three or eight caps in his hand.

Pingshan Jinfu took a side slide, and the bayonet stuck to his chest. The next moment, the sword in his hand cut off the tall man's rifle with a few fingers, and the next step was to pierce his chest.

Taking back the sword, Pingshan Jinfu waved his hand to the opposite crowd, "You three go together."

The crowd was silent. Everyone didn't expect the little devil to be so bad. The tall man died without supporting it.

Finally, the three soldiers came out. They were martial arts masters in different volunteers. At this time, they had to unite against the enemy.

However, in less than a minute, there were three more corpses on the ground, and there was only a shallow scar on Pingshan Jinfu's face.

For five minutes, he didn't stand up again. Only the captain of the devil stood there with a knife and was full of provocative eyes.

"A bunch of cowards." Finally, Pingshan Jinfu sighed, put the sword into the sheath and turned around and walked back, "China martial arts are nothing more than that."

"Hear." A thick voice behind him sounded, making Pingshan Jinfu stop, "Let's talk big after you win me."

Pingshan Jinfu suddenly stopped when he heard the sound and turned back at Chen Feng. He didn't know why his expression suddenly became solemn, and the palm of his hand holding the sword suddenly tightened.

Chen Feng pulled out his large army thorn and waved to Pingshan Jinfu, "Come on, one round is over."

"Ah!" Jinfu Pingshan took the initiative to attack for the first time. His Japanese sword hit him head-on with a cold wind and went straight to Chen Feng's door. Before the blade arrived, it made people feel sharp.

"Go to hell!" In a thunderous roar, Chen Feng had arrived in front of him, stabbed out like a poisonous snake, pierced through his jaw, and then jumped him away from the ground with his arms.

Blood flowed down Chen Feng's arm. The sword in Pingshan Jinfu's hand had been thrown to the ground. His pupils began to be lax, and his mind became blurred. Before he died, a sentence seemed to float in his ear, "Chinese kung fu is also something you can insult."

With a bang, the military thorn pulled out of his jaw, and Pingshan Jinfu, who had lost his support, fell into the dust. Chen Feng pointed to the rest of the devil officers on the opposite side, "Next."

"I'll do it!" A Japanese officer in the captain's uniform was full of sadness in his eyes. Although he knew that he was not an opponent, he still shouted at Chen Feng, because he knew that he was a soldier of the Yamato nation, and he could not be a coward even if he died in battle.

His neck bone was twisted by Chen Feng, and then his head hung down softly.

"Next!"

Fifteen seconds later, there was a ghost corpse on the ground.

"Let's go together." When the military thorn was pulled out of the throat of the fifth devil officer, Chen Feng was a little impatient. He wanted to end the battle as soon as possible. "It's a waste of time to come one by one."

The remaining Japanese officers, including Sangqiao, looked at each other, and then rushed up coincidentally. Four or five war knives hit Chen Feng together. They knew that one person was simply coming to die.

A bloody battle unfolded in an in an ast moment.

Although there were four or five people, Sangqiao and others felt the strength of their opponents as soon as they started. That is, two Japanese officers were stabbed down by Chen Feng.

Sang Qiao and the remaining two captains slowly leaned together. The three people leaned their backs against their backs, holding swords to guard, and changed from the beginning of the offensive to defense.

Chen Feng rubbed a thorn on a Japanese corpse, and then inserted it into his waist. His toes jumped on the ground, a rifle jumped into his hand, and then quickly walked to the three devil officers back to back. "This is the proud level of white-to-hand combat for your Japanese soldiers. It's really funny, hahahaha."

The faces of the three people in Sangqiao turned red, but they still remained calm and did not rush to attack because of Chen Feng's words.

"What the fuck, don't think I can do anything about your turtle shell tactics." After trying several times, he couldn't take them apart. Chen Feng spat hard on the ground and shouted, "Which brother picked up a few devils for me."

Immediately, someone picked up a big cover, and then poked Chen Feng beside him.

Wh--Chen Feng grabbed a 38-and-big cover, then waved his arm and threw it at the mulberry bridge opposite.

The rifle instantly turned into a throwing gun. Under Chen Feng's great power, it arrived in front of Sangqiao in the blink of an eye and stabbed him in the chest.

Sangqiao hurriedly blocked it with a sword and hit the rifle with a sound, but he also felt that the tiger's mouth was a little numb and warm and uncomfortable.

The first rifle was just blown off, and the second rifle came again. This time, it was a Japanese captain who ran to his side. This time, he was not as lucky as Sangqiao. The bayonet pierced his rib and never reached the handle.

"Ah--"

The Japanese captain let out a painful roar and staggered back. Before he could make the next step, the second rifle thrown by Chen Feng also flew. This time, it directly penetrated the root of his thigh, stirring up a big red blood fog.

Chen Feng's arm strength is amazing, so the devil's three or eight caps were used by him as a spear, and the power was a little too amazing.

Two three or eight big caps entered the body, and the captain of the devil could no longer stand. He shook his body, and there was continuous blood foam spewing out of his mouth. Finally, he sat on the ground, and the defense of the three people collapsed in an instant.

"Mr. Murata, are you all right?"

The devil captain with his back to this side felt that his back was suddenly empty, and the solid feeling that should have blocked his back disappeared. He hurriedly looked back. As a result, what came into his eyes was another rapidly approaching rifle, and the bayonet on it reflected the white light in the sun.

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The back of the captain of the devil was stabbed by a bayonet. The tip of the bayonet came out of his lower abdomen, shooting like a spring of blood, spewing out more than three feet away, and let out a scream. He shook his hand and threw away the bayonet blade, covered the bayonet blade on his stomach, trying to stop the blood from continuing to gushing, but it was no avail. Root It can't be stopped.

Captain Sangqiao was so scared that his two companions were seriously injured in the blink of an eye, which made him less strong aid. The extremely fierce opponent on the opposite seemed to finally choose his target, and the 38 caps in his high arms were aimed at his chest.

"I don't want to die." Sang Qiao roared and raised the command knife in his hand, but he could only watch the bayonet pierce into his chest and could not stop it.

However, this was the beginning of the nightmare. Chen Feng raised his arm, and three or eight big covers were shot out, making the three of Sangqiao fall into an extremely horrible shot.

After throwing out a rifle, Chen Feng returned and went to grab it again, but it was empty. Only then did he find that more than 20 38 caps had been lost by him. Looking up, I saw that the three Japanese officers of Kuwaqiao opposite turned into large cactus, and their bodies were full of three or eight big cover spikes.

"Hilt long live the Yamato nation, long live His Majesty the Emperor." Sang Qiao still took a breath. He exhaled blood and shouted in a weak voice. In his pupil was Chen Feng's approaching figure.

"Remember, don't be an aggressor in your next life, or it will end like this."

As the rifle inserted in the chest was pulled out by Chen Feng, how high the blood arrow soared, Sang Qiao's already lax eyes suddenly stopped, and then his head hung down softly.

Chen Feng stood on the mountain road and looked around. He saw that the mountain road was full of gravel, between the stones were the bodies of the Japanese army, and the transport trucks not far away were completely out of sight, and many of them suddenly emitted black smoke.

This battle is over, but Chen Feng's mood is very heavy. Because the price paid is too heavy, the number of troops participating in the war has reached 500 or 600, and it has a terrain advantage, but in the end, there were still nearly 200 casualties. Did the ambush be successful or failed?

What's more, in the hands of the opponent, he realized the tenacity of Japanese soldiers. Almost everyone is fighting to the end, and there is almost no prisoner. Such an opponent is difficult to deal with, because they have tenacious perseverance and unyielding spirit, even if their bad character is outrageous.

It seems that the road to the Anti-Japanese War will not be so easy in the future!

The soldiers began to clean the battlefield. They didn't care about the gravel on the road. Instead, they checked the Japanese soldiers, captured the two captured prisoners who were knocked unconscious by stones, and prepared to take them back to interrogate and extract information from their mouths.

Chen Feng didn't want the remaining supplies. These teams have killed and injured so many people, so it's their compensation.

The 715th Regiment and those volunteers are naturally very happy. This is not a waste of time, otherwise it will be a big loss.

After cleaning the battlefield, Chen Feng and Tang Sheng said goodbye and left with the team.

Tang Sheng stood in place, stared at the special forces who quickly disappeared in the mountains and forests, and said in a voice that only he could hear, "I believe that this team will dominate and shock the world in the future." The idea of taking people into the special team flashed in my mind.

After the ambush team left, the mountain road was full of gravel, and the bodies of the Japanese army fell together. The most eye-catching thing was the "cacti" composed of three people in Sangqiao.

With the departure of the special team, the mountain road fell into silence again. Only wisps of black smoke from the truck floated in the mountains, and the air was filled with strong blood, attracting a large group of crows and hovering around the corpses.

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