Bang!
After killing the Japanese's machine gunner with one shot, Jiang Chen rushed forward. The steel ball grenade in his left hand flew out, drawing an arc in the air and falling down rapidly.
Boom!
Explosions sounded as the steel balls tore through the air, letting out the shrieks of death. They easily sank into the flesh of the Japanese soldiers, leaving behind ferocious bloody holes.
Thump thump.
Monk Wei rushed over and shouted loudly. He forcefully grabbed the Type 92 heavy machine gun that had fallen to the side.
"Ah!"
Da da da da.
Flames spewed out and bullets rained down. A metallic storm of death instantly formed and enveloped the Japanese soldiers. With a pu sound, flesh was torn apart and the sound of holes could be heard. Before they could even scream, the Japanese soldiers were shot into a hornet's nest.
Bang!
Jiang Chen kicked the broken gate, and it collapsed with a loud bang, sending up a cloud of dust.
Thump thump.
In the yard, the Japanese soldiers 'faces turned pale. They looked at Jiang Chen, who was like a god of death, and the soldiers behind him, who were covered in blood and looked crazy. They couldn't help but take a few steps back.
They had already fixed the blades on their weapons, but it didn't give them any sense of security. Although they had killed countless Chinese people, from the earliest Northeast Army, to the national army, to the 8th Route Army, to the guerrillas, and even the civilians, they were still afraid of Jiang Chen's group at this moment.
Yes, they were afraid!
If the Japanese were like mad dogs who dared to bite anyone they caught, then Jiang Chen and the others were like ferocious tigers with murderous intent. They looked down on the world and were the kings of the world.
Do you want to fight with a bayonet?
Jiang Chen didn't shoot, either. He had almost gone crazy from the killing. He was a descendant of the Yellow Emperor, so why would he be afraid of these devils? He knew that these Japanese wanted to stall for time, but what did it matter?
Swoosh.
He waved his hand.
Clang.
Monk Wei threw away the heavy machine gun and picked up a 38-foot cover on the ground.
Kakaka.
Meanwhile, the other soldiers began to withdraw their bullets.
This?
The Japanese soldiers widened their eyes. In the past, they were the only ones who would retreat bullets when they fought with the bayonet, but now? These damn people actually retracted bullets in front of them. They felt a wave of contempt.
This was a pride that came from the bones and was passed down from the ancestors of Huaxia!
When the ancestors of Huaxia created the written language and started the process of civilization, the Japanese were still living a primitive life of handing over the books whenever they wanted. When the ancestors of Huaxia founded the bronze civilization, the Japanese could not even play with rocks. When the ancestors of China created a prosperous era, the Japanese crossed the ocean and called themselves slaves. Now, China, the eastern dragon, had only taken a nap. Did the Japanese really think that they could ascend to the sky?
If the devils wanted to fight with their daggers, they would fight with them.
They actually charged in?
Shinozuka Yoshio, the commander of the Japanese troops stationed in North China, who was sitting in the hall, could not help but tremble. The speed of the attack was too fast, so fast that they did not even have time to move.
He felt so humiliated. There were nearly ten thousand elite soldiers in Taiyuan City, but Jiang Chen had led so few people to the command center. How could he not feel humiliated? This was the first time they had invaded China.
Ever since they attacked China, the Japanese had been the only ones who had invaded China and slaughtered people. Since when could the Chinese kill them like dogs?
Whoosh.
He took a deep breath. He had never thought of escaping. He was a lieutenant general of the Great Japanese Empire. How could he be scared shitless by a group of people? Moreover, he still had hundreds of elites here, and there were only 20 or so Chinese people. The most important thing was that the rescue team would be here soon. It would only take two to three minutes.
It was this thought that completely destroyed his last hope of escaping.
"Kill them."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Japanese soldiers with bayonet in their hands moved and rushed over in unison.
"Brothers, f * ck them.”
Jiang Chen took the lead with the Dragon Slaying Saber in his hand. He arrived in front of the ghost soldiers in a few breaths. He waved his hand, and with a whoosh, the Dragon Slaying Saber, which was flickering with cold killing intent, slashed down.
Yes.
The blade broke.
Puff.
Blood splattered.
The ghost soldier's head was split open by Jiang Chen. Blood and brain matter splattered all over him.
Whoosh.
The sound of air being torn apart came. A ghost soldier stabbed at Jiang Chen's waist. Unfortunately, before the bayonet could get close, it was caught by a big hand. Then, the ghost soldier couldn't resist at all. An irresistible force came from the 38 big cover, which made him rush over.
Puff.
Monk Wei's hand pulled back, and the bayonet came off, bringing with it a splash of blood.
Swoosh.
A few more bayonet blades pierced through the air.
Clang, clang, clang.
The ghost soldiers watched in despair as their bayonet was cut off by the Dragon Slaying Saber. They wanted to retreat, but they didn't have any chance. Jiang Chen pounced forward and pulled with his right hand. The Dragon Slaying Saber cut across the ghost soldiers 'waists. Their colorful internal organs fell to the ground.
Thump thump.
A Japanese soldier rushed over.
"Kill them."
Jiang Chen, who was covered in blood and filled with endless killing intent, shouted angrily, as if he was a peerless killing god who had just walked out of hell. He swung the Dragon Slaying Saber, and the blood on the blade flew off.
Thump.
The ghost soldier was so scared that his legs went soft and he collapsed.
Puff.
He chopped off the ghost's head, and blood gushed out from his neck like a fountain.
Gulp, gulp.
In the hall, Shinozuka Yoshio kept swallowing his saliva with great difficulty. He had wanted to use the hundred elites to fight with each other to stall for time, but he realized that he was wrong. He was so wrong. That damned guy killed the Japanese like slaughtering pigs. No, it was even easier than slaughtering pigs. So many of his elites had died in a single move?
Flee!
He had to escape!
He couldn't sit still any longer. His composure, his demeanor as a great general, and his dogshit determination to die had all disappeared at this moment. He propped himself up with his hands and ran towards the hall's door like a stray dog. However, he seemed to be too flustered. With a thud, he fell down.
After falling to the ground, he couldn't care less. He actually used his hands and feet and continued to crawl forward like a real old dog.
Thump.
Just as he was about to reach the door, a blood-stained shoe appeared in front of him and blocked his way!
No!
No!
His guards must have come to help him.
He consoled himself in his heart, mustered up his courage, and looked up.
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