While Wang Yan turned sideways, the sword in his right hand pierced through the throat of the Japanese in front with a slash, and the iron elbow in the left hand also smashed it hard, hitting the Japanese in front of the Japanese in front of him.

With a bang, the Japanese behind him was smashed to pieces by Wang Yan's elbow.

With just one meeting, the two Japanese officers were killed at the same time, without even having time to say a word.

Looking around again, I saw that there were not many Japanese cavalrymen in the canyon who were still fighting stubbornly.

The heavy machine gun squadron also has the Japanese cavalry of the cavalry artillery squadron. After all, it is not real cavalry, but technical troops.

Even though the technical troops have also received strict sting training, their physical fitness is not bad at all, but their practical experience cannot be compared with real cavalry!

And practical experience is the main factor that determines life and death.

This is also the confidence that Li Yunlong dares to fight this battle.

Although the soldiers of the Independent Regiment were thin, there were many veterans with combat experience.

In less than a quarter of an hour, there were only about twenty Japanese devils left in the valley, surrounded by soldiers of the Independence Corps.

However, the twenty or so Japanese left in the end were all real masters of stinging, and these Japanese all had rich practical experience.

More than twenty Japanese devils contracted together, and their combat effectiveness increased sharply.

The Independent Regiment launched several consecutive sieges, but suffered a crushing defeat, but dozens of casualties were killed or killed in vain.

When Wang Yan saw that this would not work, he swept around and saw a heavy machine gun.

The Japanese's Type 92 heavy machine gun has been halfway through, and there is only one last step left. Just fix the gun body to the base and it will be completed.

Wang Yan picked up the gun body and fixed it on the base, then shouted: "Ammunition hand!"

A figure immediately appeared beside Wang Yan and inserted a 30-round bulletproof board into the card slot.

Wang Yan turned around and saw that it was political commissar Zhao Gang, who actually participated in the hand-to-hand battle just now.

Zhao Gang nodded slightly at Wang Yan, stood up and yelled in front: "Doway, dodge!"

Hearing Zhao Gang's shouts, the soldiers of the Independent Group who were blocking the front moved aside one after another, the twenty Japanese in the Hedgehog Integration Group were immediately exposed to Wang Yan's shooting territory.

"Damn it, the Japanese!" Wang Yan pressed the iron without hesitation.

"Puff, puff!" The Type 92 heavy machine gun immediately roared.

Accompanied by dull roars, dense rain of bullets poured towards the Japanese.

The Japanese in the Hedgehog Integration Group fell in rows, and more than half of them were killed or injured in a blink of an eye.

...

Sasaki Kiyo and Kato Hideji were originally protected by about twenty Japanese devils, which was very safe.

But now, the Japanese outside fell in rows, and the two Japanese were immediately exposed.

"Baga!" The two Japanese men looked at Wang Yan who was squatting on the pedestal of the heavy machine gun, looking confused.

Having agreed to fight hand-to-hand, but then secretly fired a heavy machine gun? Is there any basic trust between people? Can you still fight happily with bayonets?

Seeing that the Eighth Route Army's ammunition hand had changed to another bulletproof board, Sasaki Kiyo quickly yelled: "Slow!"

Sasaki Kiyoshi spoke Chinese this time, and all the soldiers around him heard it, and Li Yunlong also heard it.

Li Yunlong likes to play with swords and is very addicted, so he wants to keep these last dozen Japanese devils so that he can have a good addiction to killing people.

...

But as a result, before Li Yunlong could stop, the gun rang again.

Wang Yan held down the iron and shot it for a long time until the 30 rounds of the bullet-proof board was completely wiped out.

Li Yunlong looked at it again and saw that the dozen or so Japanese were all lying in a pool of blood.

"Staff Officer Wang, you bastard!" Li Yunlong became angry and cursed, "Who asked you to kill them? Don't leave a few for me to enjoy?"

Wang Yan said, "Captain, I'm sorry, hehe."

Zhao Gang snorted and said, "Staff Officer Wang, don't pay attention to him, you're right."

Li Yunlong inserted the ghost-headed knife back on his back, took out twenty box cannons again, and shouted: "The 2nd Battalion stayed to clean the battlefield, and the other battalions' companies directly under him follow me!"

On the other side of the canyon, the main cavalry force of the Black Island United is still trapped!

Although the pepper noodles sprinkled this time are more than 200 kilograms, it may not necessarily kill all the Japanese cavalry! Therefore, you have to rush over and finish them as soon as possible, otherwise you will be fine when the Japanese cavalry recovers.

However, the final facts proved that Li Yunlong was thinking too much and that was nothing.

The main players of the Black Island United, trapped in the lower half of the 8-word canyon, have all fainted.

Many Japanese even were directly fumigated to death, or even coughed to death, even the lung leaves were broken.

With so many kilograms of chili noodles all sprinkled in one canyon, the spicyness is extremely amazing. Not to mention Japanese people who don’t eat spicy food, even Hunanese or Sichuan people who eat spicy food all year round can’t bear it.

When Li Yunlong walked into the valley with a wet towel covering his mouth and nose, he saw that the "spicy clouds" shrouded in the valley had not yet dissipated. Even through the wet towel, he could feel the pungent spicy smell.

So it is not difficult to imagine what happened in the valley when the spicy clouds were the most intense just now.

The valley was quiet, and the Japanese were lying everywhere, and they could not tell whether they were dead or alive.

But this doesn't matter anymore. No matter whether the Japanese die or live, the result is a word of death.

It is right not to kill prisoners of war, but in this situation, no one is sure whether there are any Japanese who are pretending to be dead, and no one is sure whether this Japanese who is pretending to be dead will choose to die together?

So the safest way is to make up for it all!

"Squee!Squee!Squee!" The sound of the sharp blade stabbing into the human body kept ringing.

The soldiers of the Independent Regiment carried bayonet rifles and finished the blows one by one.

The guards who were originally staying on the hillsides on both sides of the road went down to the valley and followed them to finish the attacks on the Japanese.

The speed was fast when there were too many people. It took only ten minutes before and after that, the entire valley had been swept by the independent regiment, and the fallen Japanese men repaired their swords regardless of life or death.

At this time, Zhao Gang's heart finally fell back into his stomach.

Their Independent Group has really won this battle, and it has won a great victory!

Only Li Yunlong shouted there: "Where is Morita Kuroshima? Who saw Morita Kuroshima?"

"Old Li, Morita is here." Kong Jie's voice came from the crowd. Li Yunlong turned his head and looked over. The soldiers blocking the front were all given to both sides, revealing Kong Jie behind.

I saw Kong Jie standing in front of a Japanese officer holding a saber in his hand.

Li Yunlong walked over and looked down. He saw that the Japanese officer on the ground was already quite old, and the one on his shoulder was the rank of Colonel, most of whom were Kuroshima Morita.

It’s a pity that Kuroshima Morita has already died.

The old Japanese coughed to death, his mouth full of blood.

"It's a bargain." Li Yunlong put away the ghost-headed knife in a little resentment, and did not chop anyone, especially because he failed to chop the ghost-dao Morita alive with his own hands. Li Yunlong felt unhappy.
Chapter completed!