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The two sides collided fiercely, and the blood splashed. It is not suitable for large troops in narrow streets and alleys. The revolutionary army and the Japanese army only have a wide contact surface, and the most cruel and bloody scenes are staged here.
In the first collision, both sides, regardless of life and death, roared and raised the straight barrel of the bayonet and stabbed into the enemy's chest. They also faced the enemy's bayonet. The instantaneous collision is the withering of dozens of lives. Blood gushed out like a spring along the blood tank on the bayonet, and the bottom of the body turned into a pool of blood in an instant.
In the face of such a desperate situation, the Japanese army played an unusually fierce role. Every time the bayonet of the Japanese soldiers stabs out, they only want to kill the enemy, not to protect themselves. Even if the belly is cut and the cyan intestines are dragged to the ground, they can still scream and bite. The ferocity of Xiao Dongyang is well known by passers-by in Hankou. The soldiers of the revolutionary army know in their hearts that these dogs are not human beings, and they can only deal with such fierce enemies more fiercely than them.
The Japanese army became more and more fierce, which not only failed to scare the revolutionary soldiers, but stimulated their strong arrogance. Since the revolutionaries, the white-edged battle has not been lost, and the blood has not flowed less. Today, let the foreigners see the power of the revolutionary army and let the foreigners know that today's Chinese are not the sick man of East Asia. Today's China has a group of ideal and faith youth protection. They use their bodies, their blood, and their youth to protect China. As long as there is a revolutionary army, there will be no such absurd things as the shame of Jiawu. As long as there is a revolutionary army, the Japanese army will not win as easily as the Jiawu year. As long as there is a revolutionary army, all imperialists will be driven out of China.
The soldiers of the revolutionary army also fought with the Japanese army in a life-saving way, and strangled them in a crazier way than the Japanese army.
There are many white-edged masters in the Japanese army. Yoshijiro Nakamura is a master, and the powerful lethality of the samurai sword in his hand is fierce and exquisite. No matter how the revolutionary army soldiers threw their lives at him, they were cut off by him. Three revolutionary army soldiers were cut down by him in a row, and the revolutionary army soldiers realized the fierceness of the devil. Four revolutionary army soldiers surrounded him with bayonets.
Four revolutionary army soldiers exchanged eyes and stabbed four bayonets at the same time. Nakamura Zenjiro rushed to the bayonet in front of him. While the bayonet was about to approach Nakamura Zenjiro's chest, the samurai sword stood up. Dang! He stabbed the revolutionary soldiers in the chest. Nakamura Zenjiro took the opportunity to continue to pounce forward. He held the knife in both hands and put it on the neck of the revolutionary army soldier. With a hard pull, he also took the opportunity to escape from the encirclement, and the other three bayonets all failed. Nakamura Zenjiro ran several steps, and the revolutionary army soldier spewed out a stream of blood and fell down.
A revolutionary army officer with a ghost-headed knife saw the situation here and immediately rushed to Nakamura Zenjiro. The Japanese army has white-edged warriors, and there are many practitioners in the revolutionary army. The ghost-headed knife in He Xun's hand picked up the place where the knife flower passed by, and it would leave pieces of blood. The devil's big knife greets the devil's neck. The devil's neck is short and thick, but he can't stand the devil's big knife.
He Xun rushed up and cut the devil with a knife in the wind. As soon as he saw Nakamura's messenger, he learned to sell it now. A high-level hand-to-hand battle is staged, which is more like a duel between martial arts masters. Nakamura Zenjiro clearly knew the power of this move. Naturally, he would not be stupid enough to carry it and dodge back in a hurry.
He Xun knew that he would be in the air. It was difficult to use the devil's moves to cure the devils. The devils were much more familiar with his moves than his half-toned. He Xun had left spare power for himself for a long time, but Nakamura Zenjiro did not know that He Xun still had a back. He had exhausted his best. After a pause, he counterattacked to He Xun again. The two passed by like lightning. Nakamura Zenjiro's neck was crooked, his head rolled down from his shoulder, and there was no skin on his neck that did not fall off. The blood on his neck was like a fountain.
He Xun knelt on the ground, supported the ghost knife with his right hand, covered his waist with his left hand, and blood kept flowing from his fingers. A devil rushed to He Xun, and He Xun smiled secretly, "Looking for death."
He Xun gritted his teeth and stood up, raised the ghost knife, his head was dizzy, his hand loosened, and the knife fell to the ground. He Xun sighed in his heart that he was really unwilling to die at this moment. The Japanese army couldn't do it, but they couldn't see the foreigners sign the surrender letter in person, the revolutionary army could not personally recover the Hankou Concession, they couldn't see the Chinese people raise their eyebrows, and they couldn't see China enter the ideal era in person. I have regrets in this life, but I have no regrets in this life. Because his life and youth have been closely linked to the country and the nation, he dedicated his life and youth to the independent battlefield of the Chinese nation. He is revolutionizing for the Chinese people to stand up, he is revolutionizing for the Chinese people to enjoy the happiness of civilization, and death is feared.
He Xun's unbearable memory when he was a child suddenly jumped out. There were several huts in his hometown and eight or nine acres of barren land. Brown, tea, fir and bamboo are grown in the mountains, and sweet potatoes and cotton are grown in the wasteland. My uncle, grandmother, parents and four brothers, a family of eight, hardworking and thrifty, barely maintaining a minimum standard.
At the age of six, I studied private school and read the Three-character Classic, Analects of Confucius, University, Early Childhood Learning Qionglin, Mencius, and read miscellaneous words - Hundred Family Names, Zeng Guang. When he was eight years old, his mother died and his father fell ill. His family was poor, that is, he abandoned school. My uncle was over 80 years old, my grandmother was over 70 years old, and my three younger brothers were left unattended. My fourth brother was half a year old, and my mother starved to death less than a month after her death. There was no way to make a living at home. First, they sold the mountains and trees, then detained the wasteland, and finally left less than three points of the land. All the utensils and bedboard doors in the house are sold out. Several thatched houses are also used as mortgages, leaving two shelters, which can cover the sun on sunny days, and it is the same indoors and outdoors when it rains. The iron pot is leaking, and you can boil water by tying it tightly with cotton wool. The clothes are tattered. In the harsh winter, people wear cotton-padded clothes, shoes and socks. The He Xun brothers are still barefooted straw shoes, dressed in straw clothes, and are the same as primitive people.
At the age of ten, all livelihoods were cut off. On the first day of the first lunar month, the neighboring rich family was happy, and the family had no grain of rice into the pot. He Xun took his second brother to be called Huazi for the first time. I got the old teacher's house in Youmatan and gave him half a bowl of rice and a small piece of meat. The two brothers didn't come home until dusk, and they haven't asked for two liters of rice. He Xun was hungry and fainted. When he entered the door, he fell to the ground. The second brother said that my brother didn't eat anything today, and my grandmother cooked some green vegetable soup for herself.
The first day of the first lunar month is over. What about the second day of the first lunar month? Grandma said, "All four of us went out to ask for rice."
He Xun stood on the door and didn't want to go. He was bullied by others.
Grandma said, "What should I do if I don't go!" Yesterday I went, but you didn't agree. If you don't go today, will the family starve to death?!"
The cold wind is cold, and the snowflakes are fluttering. She is an old woman over 70 years old, with white hair, a pair of small feet, with two grandchildren, holding a stick, and going out step by step. He Xun looked at it, and he was really as sad as a sharp knife.
They went far away. He Xun went up the mountain with a firewood knife and sold it for ten cents and exchanged a small bag of salt. When cutting firewood, he found a lot of cold bacteria on the tree. He picked it up and boiled it in a pot. He Xun ate some with his father and uncle first. Grandma and the others didn't come back until dusk and asked for a bag of rice and three liters of rice. Grandma poured rice into the mushroom soup and asked Uncle, Father and I to eat. He Xun refused to eat. His grandmother cried and said, "You don't eat the food you get back. If you have something to eat, let's die together if you don't have anything to eat!"
Every time he recalled this, He Xun burst into tears and his heart was bleeding. Like He Xun, there were too many Chinese in his childhood, and He Xun did not want to continue such a tragedy and revolutionize. It is worth the revolution for the poor Chinese people to no longer have such a painful childhood. Because of his own sacrifice, the ideal era that Li Xiang once described to them could come earlier. The whole nation suffered less, and all sacrifices were worth it.
He Xun was not glorious. Li Xiping suddenly came out and cooled the devil's bucket.
Li Xiping's blood stains all over his body can't tell whether it's the enemy's or his own. The steel knife barrel in his hand wore the devil, but the steel knife was caught by the devil before he died. Another devil saw the situation here and rushed over.
"Bitch!" Li Xiping gritted his teeth and scolded. He held the knife in his hands and twisted the knife hard. The ten fingers of the devil were hanged off, and he raised his foot to kick the devil's body away. Another devil's bayonet has been attached to his chest, and Li Xiping's steel knife also stabbed out at the devil at the same time, and he will pull another devil to hell.
Li Xiping was about to pounce on the devils, but his body was knocked away. The devil's bayonet also hit the wrong direction at the same time. The bloody He Xun rushed to the devil's body, and He Xun, who had no weapons in his hand, bit the devil's neck.
Li Xiping rolled and quickly got up. It was just a momentary delay, and the battlefield pushed forward again. The revolutionary army quickly advanced on the street with an absolute numerical advantage. Those crazy Japanese army counterattacked, and the vain people stopped the revolutionary army from moving forward, but just used their arms as cars and moths to the fire.
The revolutionary army paved the road with blood, and the corpses quickly occupied the Eastern Concession. There are still dozens of Japanese troops trapped in the Japanese consulate, including Sadao Matsumura, the Japanese Consul General in Hankou, who was covered with blood and carrying a samurai sword given by the emperor.
The Eastern Concession was filled with smoke, and the revolutionary army surrounded the consulate. Li Xiping wanted to capture Matsumura Sadao alive and forced him to sign the surrender letter, so he ordered to temporarily stop the attack.
Sadao Matsumura got a moment of gasp, but he didn't relax at all. He was worried. He didn't know what kind of tricks he was playing? Hideing behind the sack fortifications, Sadao Matsumura only heard someone outside the consulate shouting in Japanese, "Sadao Matsumura, the Consul General of Japan in Hankou, listened. Li Xiping, the commander of the mixed brigade of the Hankou Revolutionary Army, knew that you came from a samurai family and was proficient in kendo. However, Brigadier Li believes that your country's swordsmanship is just the fur of Chinese swordsmanship. The name of master and apprentice has been decided as early as the Tang Dynasty. If you cherish the honor of the samurai, you will stop shooting and walk out of the fortifications. Brigadier Li is willing to have a formal duel with you with a sword. The brigade commander used the honor of the soldiers to guarantee that if he was defeated by your sword, the revolutionary army will stop attacking and let your army live.
Sadao Matsumura knows in his heart that he has no way to live in today's situation. Even if Sadao Matsumura could safely return to Japan and lose the guilt of the Hankou Concession, he would have had ten caesarean sections in front of the emperor, and it would be difficult to atone for his sins by offering ten catties of large intestines.
Satsumura Sadao climbed behind the sack fortifications and replied, "Your Excellency, Brigadier of the Revolutionary Army, I am deeply honored by your challenge, and deeply admire the bravery of your army. I cherish the title of samurai very much. I am very original to compete with you for swordsmanship. I have no choice but to be obsessed with military affairs. I can't fight with you alone. I am deeply sorry. I'm sorry. If you can lead your troops into the imperial consulate, you will be willing to fight with you in a meat war.
(I just think the bright sword is particularly powerful, so I can use it.)
Li Xiping was rolling up his sleeves and wiping the command knife with a clean white shirt inside. The blood stains were wiped clean, and the blade was bright, waiting for Sadao Matsumura to come out of the fortifications to fight. When he heard Sadao Matsumura's reply, he poohed and said disdainfully, "The Bushido is nothing more than that."