The Japanese was shocked, but he had already lost the initiative. He could only block in front of his neck with his sword, but the sound of metal clashing could be heard.
Li Yunlong's blade swung from right to left, from top to bottom, creating a 180-degree killing radius. The Japanese military officer flew two meters away, still glaring at Li Yunlong.
Li Yunlong grinned. The 29th division's broadsword team was indeed an expert in using sabers. The more powerful a saber technique was, the simpler it was. This saber technique was the unique skill of Zhang Dabiao, the commander of the second company, who had once worked in the 29th division's saber team. Li Yunlong had also learned it. This technique was indeed powerful.
Li Yunlong took advantage of the moment when the Japanese was unable to stand still and rushed over again. He lifted the katana that the Japanese was protecting in front of his chest, and then stabbed it directly at the Japanese's heart!
"Sizzle!"
The officer's pupils constricted. This was the first time he had been injured in the Dragon Country. The sound of a sharp blade cutting through his muscles entered the Japanese's ears. Before the officer could think too much, his heart had been pierced!
As a transmigrator, Zhao Gang's Israel's gamma-fighting technique was far superior to that of ordinary people. The machete in his hand was like the scythe of a god of death. Every time he moved, a Japanese soldier would be killed. In less than a minute, no less than five Japanese soldiers had died at Ma Zheng's hands. He was like a god of death.
Zhao Gang swung his machete from below. He raised his knife and knocked away the Japanese soldier's bayonet. Then, he quickly turned around and drew a beautiful arc in the air with his machete. The tip of the machete was as fast as lightning and stabbed into the neck of a Japanese soldier!
The Japanese soldier, who had been influenced by the samurai spirit for many years, never dreamed that there would be a Chinese soldier who was even more reckless than him. He instinctively withdrew his gun and dodged, but it was too late. The tip of the machete in Zhao Gang's hand directly pierced through his throat. Then, he pulled it out heavily, and a stream of blood spurted out.
The heavily injured soldier let out a desperate howl and desperately reached out to cover his neck, but he still couldn't stop the blood from flowing.
"Brothers, charge! Kill the Japanese and take revenge!
Zhao Gang swung his machete up and down, chopping the Japanese to the ground as if they were vegetables.
Wherever the blade passed, heads rolled and blood fell like rain.
During the fight, Zhao Gang tasted the blood of the Japanese for the first time. After so many years, he still remembered clearly that the blood of the Japanese was smelly.
All these years, the despicable Japanese wanted to bring the entire Huaxia into their colonial system. They wanted the Yamato people, who only had tens of millions of people, to ride on the heads of the 400 million Chinese people like the nomadic people in history. They wanted to impose exorbitant taxes and wantonly slaughter.
They were destined to be like the nomads who tried to conquer China. They would be destroyed by the hot-blooded Chinese men who rose up to resist, turning into piles of bones and piles of dung!
The machete in Zhao Gang's hand slashed, hacked, and stabbed. Every time he attacked, he could reap the lives of a ghost.
The remaining 100 Japanese soldiers were scared out of their wits by the bloody Chinese soldiers in front of them.
These Chinese soldiers in front of him were not human at all. They were all…It was a devil, a Shura from hell, and an unkillable god of war. It was too brutal and brave. The tragic scene of their own people's heads rolling in front of their eyes made the Japanese soldiers collectively break down. They instinctively turned around and ran back.
This way, the Japanese soldiers completely exposed their backs to the soldiers of the reinforced battalion. The soldiers of the reinforced battalion raised their Ghost Head Blades and kicked the fleeing Japanese soldiers one by one.
"Baka Yalu!
The captain of the Japanese squadron, Saitou Hideo, was furious. He raised his commanding sword and slashed down two retreating Japanese soldiers. He roared crazily," Those who retreat will die. No one is allowed to retreat. Charge! Kill the Chinese pig on the other side!"”
Saitou Hideo never dreamed that a squadron of Empire warriors would be beaten up by this group of Chinese soldiers.
The hand-to-hand battle ended after more than 20 minutes. Bloody corpses were strewn all over the mountain path, like an open-air slaughterhouse.
At this moment, only the captain of the Japanese soldiers, Saitou Hideo, and the trembling translator beside him were left on the blood-stained snow. The surviving soldiers of the Independent Regiment were all covered in blood. Their swords were still dripping with blood. Some of them were still covered in blood, but their expressions were still determined!
Pairs of fierce eyes stared at Saitou Hideo as he was surrounded like a pack of wolves, but the Japanese man looked straight ahead with a calm expression.
However, Zhao Gang couldn't feel the ruthlessness and killing intent of the other ghosts from this ghost. There was no killing intent, but there was a suffocating pressure.
Saitou Hideo held a tachi tightly in his hand. The tachi was completely white, and the handle was tied with a red ribbon. It looked very beautiful. At the same time, the word " Amaterasu " was vaguely engraved on the blade.
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