The Double Drop Rate Card lasted for one hour!
F * ck!
When the double drop rate was activated, Jiang Chen was overjoyed. It was indeed a small BOSS. The other items dropped were stored in the virtual warehouse. He raised his Dragon Slaying Saber and rushed toward the Japanese soldiers below. He couldn't let the new group kill all of them.
There was only one hour left, and he could not waste it!
"Boss."
"Wait for us."
Buttface and Tie Zhu quickly pulled out the machetes on their backs and followed.
"Kill him."
Seeing Jiang Chen rushing down, a Japanese major immediately gave the order. They had all seen Jiang Chen kill Sakata. Now that he had walked right into the trap, how could they let him go?
Thump thump.
The three soldiers immediately turned around and pounced on Jiang Chen.
Within a few breaths, the three guys had arrived in front of Jiang Chen. They grabbed the three-eight big lid with both hands and thrust it at him.
Whoosh.
The sound of air being torn apart came.
"Yuxi."
Seeing that Jiang Chen didn't dodge, the three Japanese showed a cruel sneer. No matter how good one's kung fu was, they couldn't withstand a group attack. A tiger couldn't defeat a pack of hungry wolves.
Of course, it would be a different story if the tiger still had a divine weapon in its hand. Besides, if they had seen Jiang Chen kill more than 20 of them with just a few strikes, they wouldn't have been so happy.
Unfortunately, there was no such thing as a 'what if' in this world.
Swoosh.
He waved the Dragon Slaying Saber, and the bayonet in front of Jiang Chen was broken. Before the three ghost soldiers could understand why their bayonet couldn't withstand the attack, Jiang Chen's second attack had arrived.
Puff.
The sound of flesh being torn apart could be heard. Jiang Chen kicked the ground, and then he dashed over to the group of Japanese soldiers. He was anxious. With a double drop rate, he should be able to get a lot of good stuff. And behind him were three more Japanese soldiers who had died with grievances.
This?
The other Japanese saw it, but they couldn't figure out how such a sharp knife could instantly cut through their bayonet.
"Kill them."
Jiang Chen roared and charged toward the dozens of Japanese.
It was too unreal!
Ever since the invasion of China, only the Japanese had chased after the Chinese army. Since when did a Chinese person dare to kill dozens of them?
After all, they were the Sakata Regiment, which had once defeated two elite divisions of the national army.
"Go."
"Kill him."
Although they were afraid of the knife in Jiang Chen's hand, their advantage in numbers gave them confidence. Dozens of them rushed toward Jiang Chen like a swarm of bees. Under the sunlight, their bayonet gleamed with a chilling light.
Yes.
Jiang Chen cut off a huge lid. He turned sideways. A bayonet almost brushed past him. He turned around and swung his right hand. The Dragon Slaying Saber slashed down.
Puff.
A ghost's head flew up. Jiang Chen's body was covered in blood that smelled like blood. Dong! He kicked his foot, and his upper body suddenly leaned back. Swoosh! A few bayonet blades slid past the tip of his nose.
Ah!
He exerted strength on his waist and turned his body sideways. His right hand swung in a circle, and the Dragon Slaying Saber drew an elegant arc in the air, easily cutting off the three-eight big cover that had yet to be retracted.
Not good.
The expressions of the few attacking Japanese changed drastically, and they wanted to retreat.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Swoosh.
Jiang Chen stood up straight and lunged forward. He arrived in front of the ghost soldier. He cut down a ghost soldier with his right hand, and at the same time, he reached out his left hand like lightning. He grabbed a ghost soldier's neck and pulled him.
Thump thump.
The ghost soldier staggered forward. His widened eyes saw a cold light. Then, he lost his life. Half of his head was cut off by the Dragon Slaying Saber.
Brutal!
It was too f * cking brutal!
Many of the Japanese soldiers were swallowing their saliva with difficulty. Their faces were pale and pale. This was not the first time they had fought with a bayonet, but at most, they had been stabbed with a bloody hole. As for being cut by a big knife, it was only a bloody wound or a severed hand. They had never been beheaded or cut in half like today. Their colorful intestines were scattered all over the ground. This made the Japanese, who were known for their brutality, feel a chill in their hearts.
Thump thump.
Seeing Jiang Chen walking toward them with a machete dripping with blood, the Japanese couldn't help but take a few steps back. Their hands holding the bayonet were shaking. They were indeed the elite of the Japanese, but Jiang Chen was too brutal. The machete in his hand seemed to be able to cut through anything. It was beyond common sense. How could they not be afraid?
"Kill them."
"Kill them."
The soldiers of the new regiment naturally noticed the commotion here, and their blood boiled. The Japanese were used to being arrogant in China, killing countless people and committing all kinds of evil. They did not expect that there would be a day when they would be afraid.
Yes, yes.
The sound of metal clashing filled the bloody battlefield. At any moment, there were soldiers falling under the Japanese's bayonet, but no one retreated. Instead, they charged at the Japanese even more crazily.
Thump thump.
The Japanese soldiers couldn't hold on any longer and were forced to retreat. They never thought that these thin and weak Chinese people could actually unleash such power. Each of them emitted a bloodthirsty aura.
"Kill them."
They were not afraid of injury or death. What these soldiers were afraid of was not being able to kill the Japanese and restore the dignity of the Chinese nation.
Whoosh.
Jiang Chen couldn't help but take a deep breath. He was touched. These warriors ate the worst, wore the worst, and used the worst weapons and equipment, but they had propped up Huaxia, which was on the verge of collapse, with their blood and lives.
Bloodlust!
At this moment, the blood that had been flowing in the bodies of the descendants of the Yellow Emperor for 5,000 years completely boiled and erupted. This was something that the devils could not imagine and speculate.
In the past five thousand years, how many storms had the Chinese nation experienced? And how many other races had invaded?
However, it was precisely because of this blood and unyielding spirit that the Chinese nation had always stood tall, while those former enemies had disappeared in the long river of history.
"Kill, kill him."
The Japanese commander in charge of the temporary command shouted in horror. If this continued, not only would they not be able to complete their mission today, but there was a high possibility that they would be defeated instead.
And the culprit of all this was Jiang Chen!
Seeing Jiang Chen, who was slashing at the Japanese soldiers with his Dragon Slaying Saber as if he was in a deserted place, the Japanese major couldn't take it anymore. He threw away his katana, then took out his pistol with a swoosh and aimed at Jiang Chen.
"Japanese, shameless."
"Damn it!"
"Don't you Japanese call yourselves some bullsh * t samurai? Put down the gun."
Many soldiers shouted anxiously, but they couldn't stop the Japanese major. He laughed ferociously and pressed down with his right index finger.
Bang!
A piercing gunshot rang out.
At this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to have quieted down. Both the soldiers of the new regiment and the soldiers of the Japanese soldiers looked at Jiang Chen.
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