Battalion Commander Zhang Maocai
19 Night Assault 4

[How interesting.] Zhang Maocai's voice was calm and indifferent, and he could not help but sigh.

The other party did not make any sound. Zhang Maocai began to fight with his saber. In this dark room with insufficient light, Zhang Maocai seemed to know where he was. Niu Guangliang felt that he had no ability to resist at all. He stood rooted to the ground, not knowing what to do.

Sometimes, when his cold eyes widened into a needle-like shape, Niu Guangliang would feel an extremely majestic aura. It was like a venomous snake or a ferocious beast that would stare at its target and attack fiercely.

Zhang Maocai left the room with him and chased after each other. Niu Guangliang didn't get a clear look at this person's face, but he could see the small mustache under his nose. He was as fast as a shadow. When he left the room, he always went out from the roof.

'What a despicable Japanese,' Niu Guangliang thought in his heart, and his grandmother's words froze at the corner of his mouth.

In the dark corridor where there was not enough light, the Japanese samurai and the battalion commander looked at each other. Zhang Maocai could vaguely feel a strand of his hair sticking to his face. As they looked at each other, it was unknown whether the Japanese samurai were on the wall or on the ground. They circled each other in a circle like the Eight Trigrams. Then, the two swords collided again in an instant. The light of the blades collided and emitted slow sparks.

[Bang!!!]

A few soldiers from the 29th division who had called their battalion commander over fell to the ground because of the Japanese samurai's swift attack. Even though Zhang Maocai had blocked it with his broadsword, they did not die immediately. They fell to the ground and panted, their blood splattering on the floor.

This warrior made Zhang Maocai feel a strong wind sweep past his face, and Zhang Maocai dodged it. It was really dangerous. Otherwise, he would really have been hit by his sweeping leg. However, Niu Guangliang, who ran over, was kicked in the face like a persimmon. He flew a few meters away and landed beside a wall. However, this little Japan was hard to see clearly. Zhang Maocai's knife cut his trouser leg. His knife blocked Zhang Maocai's attack with a clang, and Zhang Maocai raised his elbow and punched in his direction. The light of the sparks burst out violently and briefly, causing the space between the two to quickly be lit up and instantly return to darkness. Immediately after, the two of them continued to fight, causing fierce sparks to fly. At this moment, Zhang Maocai reversed the blade and cut lightly. Fortunately, this warrior's movements were fast, or else there would have been an abrupt bloody wound on his leg. When another strong wind swept over, the three Japanese soldiers who had rushed over were kicked. Their jaws and faces were swollen and could not be seen clearly. This samurai didn't seem to care about this. It seemed that he wasn't a person with a strong sense of teamwork. Niu Guangliang thought that this guy definitely didn't know and didn't notice this. Everything around him had already changed into this life-and-death battle in front of him.

Niu Guangliang had to admit that this Japanese kid's mental concentration and mind purification were really high. Now, when he was fighting with Er Fei Zi and the three Japanese, Er Fei Zi had been stabbed a few times and was slightly injured. He was still alive, but the Japanese were all on the ground.

Zhang Maocai smiled and continued to fight. Niu Guangliang could already see that he was more focused on the Japanese samurai than the Japanese soldiers in the past. He was treating it seriously, and there was even an increasingly emotional expression on his face. This Japanese samurai was a relatively taciturn person with facial paralysis.

The fierce night raid continued on this night where too many things had happened.

Niu Guangliang and Er Feizi held their breaths as they watched the battle. At the same time, they were trying to figure out where the Japanese were. The two of them collided in the dark room where the line of sight was unclear. The two bodies that were fighting and fighting had already formed some kind of airflow that intersected in this narrow room. At this moment, Zhang Maocai's hair was shaved off a little, and his broken hair floated in the air. Even his face seemed to have some scratches in the shadows.

Niu Guangliang looked at all of this anxiously. He couldn't help but shout at Zhang Maocai to cheer him on or to be careful of the battalion commander. At this time, Zhang Maocai only shouted impatiently in his direction,[Shut up, Liang!!]

The Japanese samurai's sword swooped out from a corner and stabbed towards the battalion commander, but it was blocked by the battalion commander. However, the surface of the sword was pierced by the Japanese samurai's long sword, and the blade was forced towards Zhang Maocai's neck. Niu Guangliang almost screamed at the same time, but he covered his mouth and watched the situation with his eyes wide open.

Niu Guangliang thought that the broadswords of the Celestial Empire had a unique characteristic: The tip of the blade was made of steel, but the blade was made of iron. In times of war, resources were scarce, and the blacksmiths of the Chinese Empire would often forge this kind of saber. Its cleverness was that it was convenient to use it again after the saber was broken, so that it could save resources and be recycled again and again. The Japanese sword was made of steel and was not easy to break. However, once it broke, it could not be used again unless it could be reforged.

From the different usage of the two weapons, it could better reflect the different characteristics of the two peoples. For Niu Guangliang, a battle-hardened soldier, the Japanese would never leave a way out for themselves and others. Once they were completely destroyed, the degree of decisiveness and ruthlessness could be imagined. It was like a broken blade that could not be reconnected. However, the people of China were different. As long as there was life, there was hope. However, sometimes, when there was no way out, they still dreamed of finding a way to survive. They did not know how to leave a firm bottom line at such a time.

It was only then that the samurai realized that his sword was stuck by Zhang Maocai's iron blade and could not be pulled out.

The battalion commander looked at his own sword and then at the samurai's sword, grinning. He swung his sword and aimed it at the samurai's eyes. At this moment, one of the samurai's eyes went blank.

The sound of fresh blood splashing could be heard. The warrior's eyelids were tightly shut, and he could not open them. Zhang Maocai's blade flashed with white light again, but the warrior disappeared into the darkness in a flash.

The order to retreat rang out at this time. It would light up a few hours later.

Zhang Maocai felt a little disappointed, but he still quickly retreated from this place with Niu Guangliang and Second Fatty. The brothers who were panting on the ground slowly lost too much blood and died quietly in their sleep.

Niu Guangliang, Er Feizi, and Zhang Maocai, who had witnessed him, didn't think that this samurai was an ordinary person. His name was Iwagoro Suzuki, born on April 8 of the Meiji era. His blood type was tested to be type A and B in the Japanese army. He was the fifth child of an old Japanese samurai family. His father was a man who was as resolute as the Japanese described their men. He was a man who was silent and cold. Perhaps this rumor was wrong. His mother passed away in an accident shortly after he was born. With so many children at home, his widowed father naturally neglected him. His father began to treat all the children as if he was training warriors, but he naturally regarded his father as his father. Over time, he became extremely similar to his father in some ways. When he was young, he had been hailed as a sword saint in some parts of Japan, but he did not seek to make a name for himself. Because in this life, compared to winning or losing, money and honor in the world, swords and swords had brought him something that material things could not fill.

When the military doctor treated his eye injury, he said that his eyes needed to be cleaned, anesthetized, disinfected, and bandaged. The bandages would naturally be removed in a few months. However, he began to make muffled sounds, saying that he wanted to see the Chinese soldier who had fought with him last night again. The military doctor asked him if he knew what he looked like. Wasn't Suzuki-kun also good at painting and calligraphy? Iwagoro Suzuki nodded. However, the military doctor said that people often died when two armies fought on this battlefield. The next time they met, he might not be in this world anymore. Moreover, the conditions in China were so bad. This military doctor gave off a tranquil feeling. His eyes and expression were gentle. Compared to many military doctors, including Sakata, who hated Iwagoro's words to the extreme, he was a slow and easy-going person.

——Fin——

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