Jiang Pingtian's descent from the gods not only frightened the friendly troops of the 33rd Battalion, but also caused the devils in the fortress to lose all their fighting spirit.

When the city guards rushed into the fortress along the blasted gate, the devils inside scurried around like cockroaches that had been lifted from their nests.

Four large bunkers enclose a fitting building, with a small open space in the middle. The city defense army broke in from the front, raised their guns and fired, and the rapid-fire Ka Bin gun exploded with power at close range, and many devils who did not have long eyes were beaten to the ground because they were too close.

The rest of the devils did not resist with a single shot, but rushed to the door behind in a mess, and the guns and military hats were thrown to the ground, literally throwing away their armor in the literal sense.

Of course, Jiang Ping couldn't really let them escape. This place is already surrounded, and even if the devils escape through another door, they will be beaten into a sieve. It's rare to cross over to the anti-Japanese battlefield, will there still be a devil's mouth?

In the chaotic environment and the sound of gunfire, there is only one devil who stands out.

He took off his military uniform and sat cross-legged on the ground bare-chested, with two samurai swords, one long and one short, at his hands.

This is the commander of this fortress, Keisuke Oshiro Nakasa.

Not only did the city defense army not fire at him, but no one dared to approach him.

Just leave it alone.

The soldiers of the city defense army and the 33rd battalion continued to clear the remnants of the enemy in the fortress, and they dragged the devils who cried their fathers and mothers out of the dark corners one by one, shot them indiscriminately, and threw their bodies in the open space in the middle.

During the whole process, Keisuke Oshiro's eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be unconcerned about the tragic death of his subordinates.

After everything settled, Jiang Ping walked up, clipped his hand and asked, "It's your turn, I know you have something to say, hurry up and get on the road after speaking." ”

It doesn't matter if people can understand or understand Chinese.

Keisuke Oshiro opened his eyes and slowly raised his head, muttering in a very heavy tone:

"人間はいつか死んでしまうのが普通だ"

Jiang Ping frowned, turned around and asked, "Who understands Japanese." ”

A soldier of the city defense army stood up: "I understand, I am a graduate student in Japanese. ”

"What is he talking about?"

He said that one day people will die. The graduate student thought for a moment, "I think he probably wanted to say that no one has died since ancient times." ”

"Oh, pick up the poem. Jiang Ping said disdainfully, "Ask him if he knows who wrote this poem." ”

The graduate student grinned and grunted as a translator, in fact, he didn't study very hard when he was in school, and now he has almost forgotten it.

He said that the author of this poem was Xin Qiji of the Southern Song Dynasty. "The graduate student translator came back.

"It's good to know. Jiang Ping scolded, "You tell him, what kind of hero Xin Qiji is, and what kind of scum they are in this group of devils." They also deserve to talk about life, who has not died since ancient times?

The graduate student translator spread his hands: "Battalion commander, it's too difficult, I just learn Japanese just to watch movies." ”

Jiang Ping scolded with a smile: "You are a waste!"

"I understand Mandarin. Keisuke Oshiro shook his head flatly, "If you become a king or lose a king, your Excellency can say whatever you want." ”

Jiang Pingyou sighed: "You're still not convinced, pick up your knife, let's try two tricks." ”

Then he drew his spirit sword, ready to cut off the head of this pretending devil.

Keisuke Oshiro smiled and said, "Your Excellency's strength is far beyond that of humans, so you don't have to try, let's do it." ”

This sentence is more connotative, of course Jiang Ping understands that this devil is asking for a fair duel. But why should he give the devil this chance.

No more nonsense at the moment, and the spirit sword in his hand appeared.

Keisuke Oshiro sneered disdainfully and closed his eyes.

"Leave him to me. ”

Xin Xing walked up from behind, and Xiang Fei followed.

After Xiang Fei healed all the wounded at the battalion headquarters of the 33rd Battalion, he was worried that someone would be injured when the city defense army attacked the fortress, so he chased after him from behind.

No one was injured in the city guards, but they happened to see it. Xin Xing is a lover of cold weapons, and when she sees Keisuke Oshiro's samurai sword and rib in hand, she knows that this is an authentic samurai.

She is the descendant of the Sword God Sect, and she is happy to see the hunt for a while. In the past, the devil's samurai sword was blown to the brunch, so of course she wanted to try her skills.

In addition, let the devil see the real Chinese swordsmanship!

"I will use the strength of ordinary people to compete with you. Xin Xing stood in the middle of the field, "Let the horses come." ”

"Little girl. Keisuke Oshiro slowly stood up with the samurai sword in his hand, "This will be the most wrong choice for you." ”

Everyone made room for a duel between the two.

Keisuke Oshiro is actually very cunning, he knows that firearms can't fight this mysterious group of national troops, and his strength is not as good as Jiang Ping, who can catch cannonballs with his bare hands. But he is confident in his knife skills.

He was born into a family of declining samurai and trained in swordsmanship since childhood. Because he was very talented, he was exceptionally promoted in the Imperial Army and became the Nakazo who guarded the fortress of Huitou Mountain. The future is promising.

Now that the tide is turning, the enemy has completely routed his forces with weapons they have never heard of. But Keisuke Oshiro didn't think he had lost, as he considered himself a samurai first and foremost.

The samurai's sword is still there, how can it be considered a loss.

Keisuke Oshiro placed the samurai sword at his side with one hand, and the other hand held the handle of the sword with his back, and the whole person lowered his center of gravity and faced Xin Xing sideways. This is the standard Iai chopping hand pose.

And Xin Xing pointed his sword at his opponent with one hand, his wrists turned up, his body was straight, and his feet were stuck to the ground like nails. However, because Xin Xing used a soft sword, her sword hung down lightly.

This is the standard starting style of the Sword God Sect, but it is ridiculous in the eyes of Keisuke Oshiro. Because this body is very inflexible, and how to duel with a soft blade.

"Little girl, remind you. As a proud samurai, Keisuke Oshiro decided to make his words clear, "My sword technique is a sword with one heart, I only make one sword, if you use the strength of ordinary people, there is no chance of counterattack." ”

He bit the words "the strength of ordinary people" very hard, and was sure that Xin Xing would definitely use a super long strength like Jiang Ping at the moment of life and death.

Xin Xing couldn't hear these twists and turns, she smiled: "Coincidentally, my swordsmanship only has one sword." So be it, you come first!"

"Oh, don't do it yourself!"

Keisuke Oshiro stopped talking nonsense, he closed his eyes and stared, and there was a solemn aura condensed on his samurai sword.

For some reason, it was drizzling in the sky, and everyone only felt a cold wind blowing.

In fact, it wasn't the wind blowing, but Keisuke Oshiro's killer knife, because the air flow brought out by the speed was too fast.

In the blink of an eye, Keisuke Oshiro was already panting with a samurai sword. Although there was only one knife, it was the peak of his spirit, and the consumption of mental strength far exceeded his physical strength.

Xin Xing was three meters away from her original position, and there was a thin red line on her neck, oozing a drop of blood. Xiang Fei shouted worriedly and wanted to come over to treat her. But Xin Xing waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

"Very good knife technique. Giving up everything and only pursuing the elegance of one sword, this is a bit similar to the pursuit of our Sword God Sect. Xin Xing wiped the shallow wound on his neck, "You have almost reached the extreme of human strength. ”

"Almost?"

Keisuke Oshiro gasped and asked Masase. His Juhe slash is not a single kill, and he is almost a mortal situation. He didn't quibble, because Xin Xing's dodge just now didn't show any traces of excessive strength.

Only a little bit is missing, he can cut Xin Xing's neck, and this point is probably almost what Xin Xing said.

"Where am I?" asked Keisuke Oshiro unrelentingly.

"There is no problem with your knife skills, the problem is in your pursuit. Xin Xing said, "You practice the sword technique to kill, and that's why you can never reach the extreme." ”

"Aren't knives meant to kill?"

"Superficial!" Xin Xing sneered, "You can only learn the surface of Chinese culture forever." ”

Xin Xing stopped talking, and she closed her eyes. Then there is a special Shenhua blooming around her. This is a very mysterious feeling, obviously you can't see anything, but everyone just feels that Xin Xing is shining.

The light soft sword made a trajectory in front of her, bringing a cool autumn breeze. In the eyes of Keisuke Oshiro, this sword was a withered leaf falling in the autumn wind.

The sword was slow and slow, but Keisuke Oshiro had nowhere to dodge.

Because the autumn wind and falling leaves are the law of nature, just like birth, old age, sickness and death, how can human beings escape?

When the dead leaves fell to the ground, Keisuke Oshiro fell to his knees and fell with a bang.

Sword God Sect: Falling Leaves!

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"Awesome!"

Jiang Ping took the lead in applauding, and everyone cheered together, this devil is definitely convinced!

Xiang Fei rushed up and yelled to drug Xin Xing, teaching her that she should not risk getting hurt casually.

Xin Xing smiled embarrassedly, this trick was demonstrated to her by Sun Xiang on the hillside of Huaichi Town, she had comprehended it for so long, and finally reproduced it completely today. It's not easy!

A group of city defenders came in at the back door of the fortress, and their squad leader signaled to Jiang Ping that all the devils had been killed.

Jiang Pingzheng announced the news to the city defense army and the soldiers of the 33rd battalion, and then said to Gao Yuannian:

"The fighting here is over, and the passage to the back mountain is now safe. Where is your division's headquarters, we can rush over now, and maybe we can help. ”

Of course, there is no time to get tired of killing devils, Jiang Ping can't wait to fight thousands of miles a day and kill the devils in the land of China.

For the plateau year, Jiang Pingbu still wants to continue to help, of course, it is great news. But the battalion commander smiled and said:

"Enough, you've done enough. Thank you!"

His voice suddenly became strong and heavy, as if it carried the echo of thousands of people. Jiang Ping was surprised and took a step back cautiously.

He saw a faint white light all around Gao Yuannian, and Li Weiguo and other soldiers were also the same white light.

The soldiers of the 33rd Battalion stood together, looking at Jiang Ping and the city defense army, their expressions were a mixture of kindness and relief.

Jiang Ping seemed to understand something. He stretched out his hand and strode up.

The plateau year also stretched out a hand.

The two big hands were clasped tightly together.

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Another dazzling gust of wind and sand blew.

The city guards rubbed their eyes and found themselves standing on the top of the mountain.

But the fortress and corpses of the devils are all gone, and the smoke and flames of war are gone.

There is only a martyr's cemetery under the bleak green grass.

Because no one worshiped for too long, the tombstones in the cemetery collapsed and were scattered in the grass.

Jiang Ping flipped up a piece, on which was written the name of the tomb owner and a brief biography:

Tomb of Li Weiguo

Li Weiguo, a native of Jiujiang, a soldier of the 33rd Battalion of the 52nd Division of the National Revolutionary Army, died heroically during the battle of Huitou Mountain to attack the fortress of the Japanese invaders, at the age of 27.

"Look at the tombstone of Camp Commander Gao. ”

Some soldiers of the city defense army found the tombstone of Gao Yuannian, and Jiang Ping and others surrounded him when they heard the news.

Tomb of the Plateau Year

In the plateau year, a native of Yingtan, the commander of the 33rd Battalion of the 52nd Division of the National Revolutionary Army, charged with his subordinates in the Battle of Huitou Mountain, and died heroically at the age of 33.

One by one, the lives are just in front of them, and they are still fighting side by side, as if they can still hear their gratitude.

The soldiers of the city defense army were sobbing and silent, Jiang Ping took off his military hat and mourned in silence with everyone.

They walked slowly through the tombs, walked to the monument in the center of the cemetery, and looked up at the inscription:

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Dating back to 1,840 years, since then, in order to oppose internal and external enemies, and to fight for national independence and the freedom and happiness of the people, the people's heroes who sacrificed their lives in all the struggles are immortal!

(National Day gift, wishing the great republic prosperity)