"General, break through..."

"Scatter breakout, die faster. I order everyone to concentrate on me and run with me!" Niu Daoman glared at the adjutant fiercely.

It was a dark sky, it was raining heavily, and it was panicking, especially in the wild, which was the most dangerous. If he was asked to escape alone, he might not be able to survive.

Only by concentrating the remaining strength and joining together can we have the opportunity to get rid of the Chinese army's pursuit.

These hateful Chinese people are simply too desperate. In order to chase themselves, they feel that these Chinese soldiers behind them are even more desperate than those who are outlawed.

"General, we have enemies on both wings, look..."

Just now, he was just rushing to escape and did not notice both sides. At this time, Niujima Man realized that his opponent not only chased him hard, but also sent troops to encircle his wings.

It's over, it's over...

Niu Daoman felt that his eyes were dark. The Chinese were not going to let him go. In such heavy rain, the pursuit was fought as a tough battle, and he was even thinking about annihilation. He was simply crazy!

"General, General..."

Puchi, the screaming adjutant, with a stroke of his feet, fell head-on in a puddle, and got up with mud on his face, and instantly turned into a clay man.

"kill!"

The shouts of killing around were approaching. It was in the rain. The sound was a little far away. In fact, the people had approached within a hundred meters, and there were only seventy or eighty people left around Niudao.

It was in a mess. Some people were holding guns in their hands, but there were no bullets in the chamber.

When they rushed out, they didn't carry much ammunition. They were chased and lost a lot of their only ammunition. In order to reduce the load, some people even handed their guns to war horses. When the battle came, they found themselves bare-handed.

Such people often fall down under the first wave of blows.

The Japanese army was obviously unwilling to fail like this. Before they died, they wanted to pull people to take the back, but they actually launched a counterattack with the 38 rifle.

To be fair, this is a group of terrible enemies who can give their lives for an aggressive war that is not just, without any reluctance.

How terrible the hearts of such an army, such a nation, and such an enemy are.

when!

It is also a Type 38 rifle, bayonet against bayonet, bayonet is red!

kill!

Kill all these Japanese devils!

Yao Heizi likes the most is this kind of close contact, which makes people feel more excited than shooting the enemy with bullets, with their hands falling and their heads rolling.

Especially Tu Man who rushed in the front, his dagger was like a sickle in the hand of the God of Death, stabbing left and right. No Japanese soldier next to him could survive.

Guan Shuhong is short, but very flexible. He is like a slippery loach in the rain, specializing in the lower plate, and a military sect is used to be superb.

Dong Yang was big and had the highest martial arts skills. Before the Japanese army rushed to him, he kicked him far away. Under his fist, the Japanese army's small body could not bear to eat and vomited blood.

These people were like tigers storming into a flock of sheep, killing Japanese soldiers, with people storms and horses falling over, and were killed and injured everywhere.

In less than seven or eight minutes, there were less than twenty people left by Niudao, most of whom were officers and had the lowest rank as second lieutenants.

At this time, nearly a hundred people from the commando surrounded him.

The rain has not stopped yet, but it is much smaller than before, the wind is also smaller, and occasionally there is silver snake dancing, but it is not as frightening as before.

"Let down your weapons and surrender, we treat prisoners with preferential treatment."

"Baga!"

A Japanese lieutenant rushed up with a samurai sword, waving his samurai sword. Before Yao Heizi could take action, Yu Meiren, who looked delicate and had a few points whiter than a woman's skin, suddenly raised her hand and a steel needle came out!

The steel needle was nailed into the middle of the Japanese lieutenant's eyebrows, at least three inches!

What a powerful force!

The human skull is very hard and hard, so it is not easy to break it, let alone nailing a steel needle at such a close distance? I'm afraid that not many people in Yu Meiren can do this trick.

This is his ultimate skill he practiced hard, so amazing.

The steel needle in the sleeve is as subtle as a ray of light. It is almost like being careful when facing the enemy.

The corpse slammed into the muddy ground, and a blood mark penetrated from the middle of his eyebrows, his eyes widened, and he could not die anymore.

"Say it again, put down your weapons and surrender!" Yao Heizi raised his eyes, holding a sharp knife in his hand, and a boiling murderous intent was covered with boiling murderous intent on his body.

Hurry!

Hundreds of black muzzles were pointed at the remaining twenty Japanese officers.

"surrender!"

"surrender!"

"surrender!"

"Ah, wow..."

"kill!"

Dong Yang rushed up with a big knife, and with a sting, a big head flew out seven or eight meters, blood soared into the sky from his neck, and blood mixed with rain and splashed down.

A lot of blood fell on the Japanese army's face and body, and a strong smell of blood rushed straight into their nostrils.

The Japanese minority whose head was cut off was standing straight there, holding Bushido tightly in his hand, making a forward chopping posture.

The rolling head just fell at Niushima's feet, and the angry eyes were just looking at Niushima's face.

Although Niushima Man had bloody hands, he couldn't help but feel a sudden slap in his heart when he saw his subordinates' death so violently. A hint of chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Who else wants to try the old Dong's knife?" Dong Yang raised his hand, with a big knife in his hand, showing a heroic spirit that no one else can be better than me.

The Japanese army were all scared. These Chinese soldiers were too powerful. Where did they emerge? The officers and soldiers of the Imperial Japanese army were both top-notch masters. The two of them had a record in kendo just now, but they were solved in just two efforts.

Have they met the martial arts masters among the Chinese?

For a moment, these Japanese officers who were extremely arrogant and did not take the Chinese seriously could not help but take a breath of air conditioning and moved their butts back slightly, obviously because Dong Yang's aura was stolen.

"Why, no one dares to come up and compete with me?"

"Don't you claim to be the spirit of the Bushido? Why are there times when warriors are afraid?" Dong Yang kept stimulating the Japanese army with his words, and his feet were approaching step by step.

"Come on, come on, come on..."

Every time Dong Yang took a step forward, the Japanese army would take a step back. When he reached less than five meters away from the Japanese army, his momentum reached a peak.

"coward!"

Finally, a Japanese officer couldn't help it. A Japanese major wearing glasses rushed up and slashed at Dong Yang's imagination with one knife.

Dong Yang did not suddenly, but laughed and went up to him, snatching the blade with empty hands. The Japanese Grandmaster's wrist was locked by him and turned it over.

The Japanese Grandmaster screamed in pain.

Dong Yang did not hesitate at all, and took a knife and slashed the Japanese general's neck.

Another head!

Too shocking!

"Who else?"

Who else...

With a click, a thunder sounded. Finally, a Japanese officer could not bear such mental pressure and collapsed suddenly. He threw away the samurai sword in his hand and fell on the muddy ground.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I surrender, I surrender..."

"Coward, coward..." A Japanese captain next to him suddenly showed a hideous face, raised the samurai sword in his hand and chopped it down at his companion's neck.

"stop……"

Wow, at this time a gunshot, the captain screamed, and the samurai sword in his hand fell from the air, and his palm had been penetrated by a bullet.

The one who shot was Su Xianhan, the sharpshooter of the reconnaissance battalion of the New 38th Division.

"Good fight!" Yao Heizi praised. If the Japanese captain was asked to kill the Japanese officer who surrendered on the ground, the situation might be different.

If there is the first one, there is the second one and the third one...

These Japanese officers, physical strength, mental strength and willpower, have reached a limit. As long as they put a little pressure on them, they may not be able to withstand the collapse.

Seven or eight Japanese officers came down one after another, and they didn't say they surrendered. They just didn't want to resist anyway, just kill or cut them to slaughter.

The remaining ten people were protected by Niushima Manta, who was wearing the uniform of Japanese lieutenant generals, in the center, and seemed to be planning to resist stubbornly.

"Surrender, I don't care about your life and death."

"General, we would rather die than surrender!"

Bang!

The passionate man first met the King of Hell. Although it was more valuable to capture a Japanese "lieutenant general" alive, the battle was not over yet, and it would be nothing even if he brought back a corpse.

"Lieutenant General, do you have the heart to let these people be buried with you?"

Niu Dao's face looked ugly. There are two types of people in this world who are not afraid of death. The first is that he is really not afraid of death, and the second is that he has never tried the taste of death. He shouts that he is not afraid of death, but in fact he is afraid of death in his heart.

Niujima Man is undoubtedly the second type of person. He can be very cold-blooded, cruel, and murderous, but when his life is threatened, his inner timidity looks up.
To be continued...