At this time, a Japanese soldier sitting in the driver's seat had just pushed open the door and jumped down. Zhang Dabiao's blade flashed, and the head of the Japanese soldier flew a few meters away.
A Japanese soldier had just jumped out of the carriage. Before he could stand firm, Zhang Dabiao slashed down. His right hand and the wooden butt of the Type 38 rifle were cut off and fell into the dust.
The Japanese soldier cried out in pain as he held his broken arm. Zhang Dabiao swung his knife horizontally again. The tip of the knife gently cut across the neck of the Japanese soldier, accurately cutting the carotid artery. Blood spurted out from the broken artery.
Li Yunlong was rushing over with Ghost Head Blade in his hand. When he saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the rifle whose butt had been cut off. He cursed angrily,"Big Biao, you f * cking prodigal. Such a good gun was destroyed by you. Are you going to chop people or chop the gun?”
Zhang Dabiao raised his knife and pounced on another Japanese. He said apologetically,"I'm sorry, Leader. Why does that damned wrist look like it's made of tofu? I didn't use any strength."
A hand-to-hand battle was like an elimination match in sports. In less than ten minutes, most of the people on both sides had fallen. The survivors were all assassination experts.
A Japanese officer wearing a yellow tweed military uniform with the rank of lieutenant was still fighting like a trapped beast. The lieutenant was a medium-sized man, very strong, fair-skinned, with delicate features. He was very young but unusually brave. With a bayonet, he appeared and disappeared unpredictably. Several Eighth Route Army soldiers surrounded him in the middle, but he was fearless. He shouted and stabbed left and right, attacking repeatedly. Several soldiers were stabbed by him.
Li Yunlong was furious. He grabbed Ghost Head Blade and was about to charge forward. Zhang Dabiao rushed over to stop Li Yunlong and shouted,""Guild Leader, give me some face and leave this bastard to me!”His face was red, his blood vessels were bulging, and his eyes were shining. This was the excitement of suddenly meeting an evenly matched opponent. Li Yunlong waved his hand, and Zhang Dabiao looked at the regiment commander gratefully before raising his saber and charging forward.
In a fight between masters, victory and defeat were only a hair's breadth away. Zhang Dabiao and the Japanese lieutenant had already exchanged five or six moves in the blink of an eye. The military uniforms of the two men had been cut into pieces by the blade, and their military uniforms were soaked in blood. Zhang Dabiao's left rib and arm were cut by the bayonet, but the Japanese lieutenant did not take advantage of it. His shoulder and arm were also bleeding, especially his face, which was cut from left to right by the blade. Even his nose was open. The machete and the bayonet collided with sparks and metallic clangs.
Li Yunlong's legs were spread apart as he held Ghost Head Blade with both hands and watched the battle as if nothing had happened. He even commented,""This little Japanese is quite skilled. He has the drive to fight with all his might and is considered a man. I say, Dabiao, are you alright? If you can't do it, then change someone else. Don't f * cking occupy the latrine pit and not defecate.”
Zhang Dabiao swung his machete, creating a white light as he said,"Guild Leader, you should rest first. There's no need for you to come. I'll play with this kid for a while. I have to let him show a few moves before he dies.”
The monk held the red-tasseled spear and urged impatiently,"Hurry up, hurry up. You think you're coaxing a child? This dog only had a few moves. His upper body was protected quite tightly, but his lower body was completely exposed. Big Biao, what was that knife of yours for? Why don't you attack his lower body…"
The monk's voice faded, and Zhang Dabiao dodged the other party's sudden stab. He fell to the ground, and the machete swept across the ground in a fan shape. The Japanese lieutenant suddenly screamed, and his left foot was cut off by the sharp machete. He suddenly lost his support and fell to the ground. Zhang Dabiao turned his wrist like lightning, and the Japanese lieutenant's head and body were separated.
The other soldiers also roared and raised their guns to fight the Japanese. The battlefield was filled with shouts and shouts. Many soldiers fell, blood flowing all over the ground!
This chaotic battle made Chu Yunfei's eyes heat up and his blood vessels expand. He kept shooting at the enemy with his pistol, and more than a dozen bullets were used up in an instant. If it wasn't for his deputy manager Sun Ming who just happened to buckle the shell gun, a Japanese second lieutenant's bayonet might have pierced through Chu Yunfei's heart.
A Japanese soldier rushed over to fight Li Yunlong with a bayonet, but Zhang Dabiao cut off his arm and stabbed him in the stomach.
At this moment, Li Yunlong was facing a commander of the Kwantung Army. Unlike other Japanese who kept babbling, he didn't make a sound. Holding his katana, he turned a blind eye to the bloody battle around him. He just stared at Li Yunlong with his pair of gloomy eyes. The two of them looked at each other and made a few circles.
Li Yun Long did not dare to be careless, and he was also ready to fight with his saber. Li Yunlong held the blade with both hands. The blade was lowered in front of his left leg. The back of the blade was facing the enemy, but the blade was facing himself, almost close to his left leg.
I couldn't imagine what was so special about facing the enemy in such a position. I was getting impatient.
" Ya!" Li Yunlong stabbed at Li Yunlong's left rib with all his strength. Li Yunlong did not move, but the knife in his hand quickly rose. With a " Kacha " sound, the heavy back of the knife knocked away the Japanese military officer's tachi.
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