There was smoke everywhere in the city of Colombo, and the sound of explosions almost never stopped from day to night. The tall buildings turned into piles of small ruins. Concrete pillars were crooked on the roadside, and the exposed steel bars were twisted.

Exposed to air full of smoke.

If Li Xiao were here, he would definitely think of Stalingrad when he saw this scene.

The intensity of the battle was brutal, and the Japanese soldiers proved their bravery with their blood and lives. Facing barbed wire fences, trenches, and piles of ruins from which fatal bullets could be fired at any time, the Japanese soldiers would charge head-on and never know how to back down.

They will also be scared and cry profusely before the battle. But on the battlefield, they will scream "ooh" and "ooh" and rush to kill in front of the battle.

Li Xiao did not allow Li Hu to own a machine gun, and Wu Sangui did not master the machine gun manufacturing process. The firepower of both sides of the battle was not as intensive as imagined. When a whole company of people charged in groups, hand-to-hand combat was inevitable.

"Onboard!" Tokugawa Koji held his samurai sword high and charged like a wild beast with blood-red eyes. Although it was so stupid, the Gurkha gunners especially liked to shoot these obvious targets. But the warriors of the Japanese country were even more concerned between life and death.

Pay attention to the reputation of samurai. They are not willing to choose rifles, and are more willing to use samurai swords.

They didn't even want to wear revolvers. The honor of the warrior was above all else.

A group of Gurkha soldiers jumped out of the ruins opposite. They also stared, holding the famous Gurkha scimitars in their hands. Compared to the Japanese, their shouts were closer to those of wild beasts.

The people on both sides opened their big mouths with their little tongues exposed, and they hit each other like sparks hitting the earth. The moment the two groups of people came into contact, blood started to surge from both groups of people at the same time.

Human heads, flying blood, bloody hands waving samurai swords, rifles with bayonets, and Gurkha scimitars. Two groups of people who tried their best to show that they dared to risk their lives collided, and their lives were lost.

It doesn’t even count.

Killing and being killed were just a matter of thoughts. Both sides slashed with cold sharp blades, smashed with rocks and broken bricks, and fought with fists.

Bite with your teeth!

He used all his strength to block the opponent's Gurkha scimitar. Tokugawa Koji spun around, and the katana in his hand swept across with the strength of his waist and abdomen.

The tall Gurkha opposite, Tokugawa Koji was only as tall as his chest. But now, the tall Gurkha suddenly became shorter. The sharp samurai sword slashed the Gurkha diagonally from waist to hip.

open.

The lower half of his body was still stuck there, but the upper half of his body was rolling on the ground in pain. Every time he rolled, an extra section of his weak intestines flowed out. The wailing sound was very loud, even covering the grenades that exploded not far away.

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His face felt cold, and shrapnel from a grenade grazed his face.

Tokugawa Koji hated him so much! Not everyone has Tokugawa Koji's skills. He was a samurai who practiced martial arts since he was a child. More Japanese soldiers were farmers who were recruited into the army. Japanese soldiers were always willing to die when they were about to die.

Fire the grenade and take away the opponent even if it means death.

But they forgot that while grenades can kill their opponents, they can also kill their own comrades. Shrapnel will not selectively attack targets!

Blood gushed out, and the muscles on his face opened, revealing the white cheekbones. At this time, Tokugawa Koji looked like a fierce ghost. He gritted his teeth and waved his samurai sword, and one Gurkha soldier after another fell at his feet.

Hand-to-hand combat is like a single-cycle elimination match. Every guy who kills his opponent will be greeted by a ferocious beast that has just killed his opponent and is looking for prey.

The cruelty of the single cycle is that only the bravest, fiercest and most capable person can stand at the end and taste the joy of survival.

He has been practicing with a bamboo sword since he was five years old, and as an adult he has to chop more than a thousand times a day. But Tokugawa Koji still feels that he is dying, his arms are so sore, and the saw-like samurai sword no longer has the initial power.

He is so fierce that he can only strike towards his opponent's neck.

It was obvious that his opponent had no strength. His chest was heaving violently, and his heavy breathing was frighteningly loud.

The swords of both sides collided with each other like iron, and no one dared to slack off. Because no one was sure whether a guy who had just killed his opponent would join in. Anyone with any brains knew that at this time, two against one would mean death.

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The opponent's Gurkha scimitar struck again. Tokugawa Koji couldn't block it, and his knife suddenly brushed against the opponent's knife.

A piece of flesh was cut off from the shoulder, but the samurai sword was already embedded in the opponent's neck. This guy's neck was very thick, and this cut only cut off half of it.

Enduring the pain, Tokugawa Koji grabbed the handle of the sword with both hands and pulled out the katana with all his strength. The gap opened and the bone was pulled, making a "click" and "click" sound.

There was no scream, the opponent just fell to the ground and kept twitching. The fight just now had exhausted all his energy. The wound on his neck spurted out blood like a fountain, and he didn't even cover it with his hands.

Finally, the surroundings quieted down. The sound of gunfire in the distance seemed to come from another world. Among a pile of mutilated corpses, Tokugawa Koji barely stood with a bloody katana. Beside him, there were only seven or eight

A standing Japanese warrior.

Yes! All those who survived were samurai. The skills and physical fitness they acquired from practicing martial arts since childhood became the key to their survival.

There were a hundred and fifty people before departure, but now there were only seven people standing, and one lying down who looked like he wouldn't survive long.

What they captured today was just a relatively large pile of ruins. This ruins was just the commanding heights of two nearby streets. Both sides had thrown countless lives into this pile of broken bricks and rubble.

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Too many people died, so many that rats even bothered to eat human flesh. Rats dared to wander the streets in broad daylight, nibbling on people's faces. Some people's chests were still heaving while they were being nibbled.

Just after breathing evenly, Tokugawa Koji hurriedly got into a bunker. This was originally a house that had been collapsed by the bombing. The fallen beams supported the broken bricks and tiles above, and instead became a bunker.

As soon as a few people got in, hail-like mortar shells fell down. For a moment, there seemed to be explosions everywhere, and the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke penetrated along the entrance of the hole. Shrapnel hit the masonry and kept rebounding. Tokugawa Koji

They piled two corpses at the entrance of the cave to block the flying shell fragments.

I don’t know how long it took, but the people in the cave felt that ten thousand years had passed.

When they pushed aside the corpses blocking the entrance to the cave, they found that their eyes were covered with mutilated corpses. One piece in the east and one in the west, as if a person had been cut into pieces and thrown into the sky.

Uh... it's not just one person, it's a bunch of people chopped up and thrown into the sky. The ones picking up corpses on the ground are no longer limited to rats. There are also cats, stray dogs, crows... and even ants.

Large blowflies swarmed over the corpses to give birth to their offspring. On the corpses of those who died yesterday, white maggots had crawled out in clusters.

There were shouts of killing in the distance, and the Gurkhas organized a commando team to take back the ruins. Tokugawa Koji picked up a grenade on the ground, holding a samurai sword in one hand and a grenade in the other, howling
Chapter completed!