Boom!

In a deserted land ravaged by war, the sky seemed to be dyed deep purple by blood and fire, and the light of the corona was swallowed by the rolling smoke, leaving only a shrill afterglow.

The Japanese army's most proud Type 95 tank is burning with raging fire.

The flame was more than 30 meters high, soaring into the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield.

The flames were like greedy giant beasts, devouring everything around them, making deafening roars and bursts.

In the center of this devastating sea of ​​fire, a figure slowly appeared, as if he was a messenger of hell, coming stepping on the flames.

The face gradually became clear, and the thin and straight figure of Dragon Boat Festival gradually appeared.

His face was reflected by the fire, and sweat and smoke were intertwined, outlining a resolute and unyielding face.

The air around seemed to solidify, and time became slow at this moment.

The guerrillas' eyes were all focused on Dragon Boat Festival, which was coming out of the flames. Their breathing became rapid and their heartbeats accelerated. The shocking scene passed countless times in their minds like a movie.

At this moment, the Dragon Boat Festival in the flames is undoubtedly a god-like existence in the eyes of the guerrillas.

If it were any of them alone, who could have done it?

At the same time, the Japanese were desperate.

The chariot squadron of the empire was completely destroyed, and their most proud hand-to-hand combat also lost.

The Japanese were low in morale and had no intention of fighting.

What's more, at this moment, the Dragon Boat Festival short knife pointed at it and shouted: Kill!

This sound is like a thousand troops! This sound is like a war drum sounding together!

The guerrilla soldiers were crazy with this harsh shout, shouting and killing the sky, each of whom could beat ten.

On the contrary, the Japanese were depressed. They obviously had more troops than the guerrillas, but they were beaten to retreat step by step and ran away in a hurry.

The faith and courage in the hearts of the Japanese were completely shattered at this moment.

They began to pray for the protection of Amaterasu, but any prayer would appear pale and powerless in the face of cruel reality.

At the same time, the Japanese infantry captain in the distance was extremely angry when he saw this scene.

The Great Japanese Imperial Army was defeated with absolute military strength. This was simply a great humiliation.

The infantry captain said with a cold face: "Fire a cannon for me!"

The Japanese officer beside him was shocked and hurriedly said, "Your Excellency, our soldiers are still there."

The infantry captain said angrily: "Baga, a group of cowards who dare not confront the enemy head-on, so I will help them. A group of guys who embarrass the empire are not worthy of pity."

After saying that, the infantry captain roared again: "Fire a cannon for me and blow all the guerrillas to death! Blast them to death!"

The captain of the Japanese Infantry Brigade roared and his mouth was as if he could throw a donkey dung egg into his mouth.

However, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind him, and a sharp dagger penetrated the neck of the Japanese infantry captain in the direction of his backhand.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the Japanese infantry captain widened his eyes and looked disbelief.

The roar at the corner of his mouth had not completely dissipated, but it had turned into a silent struggle. He grabbed the deadly wound in vain with his hands, but could only feel the passing of life, and finally he could only end his life in a humiliating and tragic way.

His eyes were wide open, as if he was still doubting his death, but everything was a foregone conclusion, and his soul would be frozen in this shocking moment forever.

The Japanese soldiers and officers around were stunned by this sudden change.

Time seems to have lost its meaning at this moment.

They either opened their mouths wide or had their eyes wide open. Like the Japanese infantry captain, they couldn't believe what was happening in front of them.

But this scene did happen, just like the bloody smell that was still permeated in the air.

The Japanese officers first reacted. They drew out their command swords and attacked the man in black who was hiding in a wide black robe.

The man in black was speechless, just a little bit on his toes, and the person had disappeared from the spot. When she appeared again, she was already among two Japanese devils who were wielding their swords side by side.

A sharp blade stabbed one of the Japanese under the right armpits, while the other was stabbed under the left ribs.

Time was like still again. The two Japanese officers were still raising the sword in their hands high, but the two daggers had already harvested their lives like the sickle of the god of death.

"Baga Road!"

The other five Japanese officers were furious. Although they also felt that the Black Blade's swordsmanship was very high, the captain was dead at this moment. If they didn't do anything, it would be difficult to explain.

What's more, there were many guards around them, so the five officers drew their guns and drew their swords, all attacked the men in black.

The man in black snorted coldly, and as his body turned, his eyes flowed under his wide hat brim, and he saw clearly the movements of each Japanese.

Her wrist shook slightly, and the dagger in her hand turned into a silver lightning. As soon as a Japanese officer pulled out his gun, his chest was pierced by a sharp blade and his body fell down stiffly.

Another officer slashed at him with a knife. The man in black turned around and had already circled behind him. The dagger quietly penetrated his neck.

The third, the fourth... Every move in the black man was clean and neat, without any drag.

Seven or eight Japanese officers died on the spot almost at the same time under the rapid killing of the man in black.

Their eyes were filled with horror and despair, but they could not even give off a complete scream.

When the Japanese guards around him witnessed this scene, they were all frightened to the point of looking earthy, and their movements in their hands were half a beat slower.

The man in black had no stop. After killing the Japanese officers, he started fighting with the Japanese guards.

Seeing this, the Japanese artillery troops in the distance put down their work, raised their guns and rushed to increase their troops.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! However, the speed of the man in black was far beyond their imagination. At this moment, the Japanese guards had already become dead souls under the sword of the man in black.

The Japanese artillery fired one after another, but the man in black was not only fast, but also as if he could predict the trajectory of the bullet. He easily avoided all the shooting and attacked the Japanese artillery.

Seeing this, the commander of the Japanese artillery troops looked ashen. He shouted and ordered the artillery to fire, trying to cover the entire area with firepower and completely eliminate the man in black.

But how could the man in black give him this opportunity?

He suddenly accelerated, his body like a ghost, turned into afterimages, instantly crossing several meters of distance, and taking the head of the commander of the Japanese artillery unit.

The commander of the Japanese artillery unit reacted very quickly and hurriedly raised the command knife to resist, but with a "clang" sound, the sharp command knife was easily pushed away by the man in black. Then, a cold light flashed by, and the commander of the Japanese artillery unit, the head of the man in black was taken away by the man in black.

The Japanese artillery soldiers who had lost their commander suddenly fell into chaos. The men in black took the opportunity to shuttle through the enemy formation. Every time they swung their swords, the Japanese's life was taken away.

Even if there were a few or even dozens of Japanese devils to siege the man in black at the same time, they still could not resist the man in black's way of harvesting like the god of death.

The Japanese fell almost in pieces, and the defensive formation they formed gradually collapsed, and the air was filled with heavy blood and fear before the Japanese died.

In the end, when the last Japanese fell, the entire infantry brigade's command center, including the Japanese artillery, died at the hands of the man in black.
Chapter completed!