Bang, the jackal shot down a devil, and then with a toe pick, the rifle that was thrown on the ground by the killed devil flew up and fell into his hands.

With both hands raised, the rifle was pointed directly at the devil opposite, and he shouted, and then the rifle was thrown by him, penetrating the devil's chest, and the huge force even made the devil take several steps back and fall on the low wall behind him.

Wiping the blood from his face, the jackal felt a sharp pain in his right arm, and the blood had seeped out of the bandage he had bandaged during the day, staining his cotton coat red.

At this time, the jackal had many wounds on his body, and the final wound was cut by the devil's bayonet, and a half-foot-long wound under the right rib, and the wound turned outward, like a child, which made people feel shocking when they saw it.

Although the wound was simply bandaged with clothes, the blood still kept flowing out, leaving patches of blood on the ground, and the jackal believed that it would not be long before the devil could kill himself, and he could bleed to death alone.

Dodging and rolling on its side, the jackal jumped behind a low wall, then pulled out the shell gun, pulled out the magazine, and found that there were only six bullets left in it, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, he has killed forty or fifty devils, and the hundred pistol bullets he carried with him are now only these, and even if he saves more, he will not be able to last long.

"Reinforcements don't look like they're coming." Looking at the quiet gate, the jackal sighed in his heart, he knew that there must be something wrong within the secret team, otherwise his men would not have come to save him for so long.

It had been more than half an hour since the battle began, and the brothers waiting outside knew that something had happened, even if they were fools, so it seemed that someone must have prevented them from coming to their rescue.

So who is it?

Thinking about it, the jackal felt that the most likely thing was Lie Tianyang, because if he died, he would be the one who would get the most benefit. When the time comes, he will be able to be the captain, and take all the credit for this mission on himself, and he will be rewarded by the legion if he doesn't make trouble.

Thinking of this, the jackal secretly hated himself for not knowing people, and he actually promoted such a white-eyed wolf, and he took him as a brother at a loss, and thought of many ways to improve his prestige, but he didn't expect that in the end he would do it for his own selfish interests!

"Wait for me to go out and see how I clean up you bastard." The jackal gritted his teeth and scolded, but he can't protect himself now, and he doesn't know if he can get out.

Without rescue from the outside, the jackal knew that he would not be able to hold on for long, and perhaps the next moment he would fall under the devil's bayonet.

However, he has never regretted it, whether it is the personal grudge of killing the eldest brother Heilong, or the hatred related to the nation, it is impossible for the jackal to live in peace with the little devil, so he has never regretted what he has done.

However, he had a little regret in his heart, that is, he couldn't see the phoenix before he died, which made him die more than he could not close his eyes.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the footsteps sounded again, and he knew that the devil's attack had begun again, so he turned over and rushed outside.

Now the ruins are full of the corpses of the devils, and the ground is stained with blood, and it is not easy to stand firm on the feet, so the jackal decides to rush out and fight the devil in a final fight.

Without reinforcements, even if he insists on it for a long time, it will be in vain, as for the attacking troops of the Yanhuang Legion, he estimates that he can't wait, so he wants to fight vigorously, even if it is worth dying.

Thinking of this, the jackal pulled out the shell gun from his waist, examined the six bullets, and rushed out from behind a charred pillar.

"Bang bang bang!"

The shell gun continued to fire, and the jackal strode forward, straight to the gate of the courtyard, his blood-stained body straight, and had no intention of dodging.

Several of the Devil's machine gunners fell to the ground, and the Jackal shell guns ran out of bullets.

Throwing away the depleted shell gun, the jackal took the bayonet from his left hand, then held it upside down in his hand, and rushed towards the devils with a roar of rage.

The devils didn't shoot, but listened to the bayonet rushing up with a tacit understanding, and more than a dozen devil soldiers surrounded him with a hula.

The jackal's body was slightly bent, his eyes were staring at those devils like a vicious wolf, and a dozen bright bayonets dangled around him, and in the distance were dense Japanese soldiers and bayonets.

"Jackal, why do you have to come this far." Inujijian walked in from outside the courtyard gate with a command knife in his hand, and the expression on his face was very complicated, and he couldn't say whether it was regret or anything.

"Dog breeding, we are each our own master, so you don't need to talk about it." The sweat and blood on the jackal's face flowed downward, covering one of his eyes, and he wiped it away, "I have never regretted what I did today." ”

"Okay, I respect your choice, but I also have something I want to insist on." Inuyangken slowly pulled out his command knife, then threw the scabbard on the ground beside him, and then walked forward, "So I'm going to send you on your way with my own hands, and that's the only thing I can do to my former friend." ”

The jackal's body shook a little, his right hand was raised horizontally in front of his chest, and then he shouted coldly, "Okay, then come on." ”

Inukai Ken passed through the surrounding Japanese soldiers, then came to the jackal, then held the hilt of the knife in his left hand, and then slowly raised the command knife, the tip of the knife pointed directly at the jackal opposite.

The two men confronted each other and didn't move for a while.

Finally, the jackal roared and rushed forward first, "Come on." ”

The body rushed forward, the jackal's right hand was swung out suddenly, and the bayonet went straight to the throat of the dog, and a cold light came to him.

Inuyangken commanded the knife and blocked it in front of him, and the jackal's bayonet stabbed his knife with a dinging sound, but it didn't work.

The huge force from the knife made the jackal's body suddenly shake, and then he retreated backwards, and retreated several steps in a row before he stood firm, and the wounds all over his body began to hurt, and some of the wounds broke open again.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the sharp pain that pierced his heart, the jackal raised the bayonet in his hand again and stared at the dog Yangjian opposite.

Repelled the jackal's attack, Inuyangken did not rush to attack, but raised his sword and covered it in front of him, staring at the jackal.

He knew that the jackal's attack again would definitely be very ferocious, but it could also be the last attack, and his body would not be able to support him for too long.

The two of them confronted each other in the circle, while the Japanese soldiers around them all watched quietly, holding their breath one by one.

Time seems to freeze. The air has become very heavy in the night.

"Kill!"

Taking a deep breath, the jackal's eyes suddenly widened, and the bayonet turned into a two-handed grip, and then rushed towards Inuyangjian.

The bayonet slammed into the chest of the dog with a cold breath!

Inuyangjian also straightened up, and the war knife in his hand was raised violently, facing the bayonet slashed by the jackal.

With a bang, the bayonet and the war knife collided together, and then it was bounced, and the jackal's body shook for a while, and a painful look appeared between his eyebrows, but he did not hesitate at all, and the bayonet was raised again, slashing at the chest of the dog.

The same movement, the same ferocity, as if it were a copy of the blow just now.

Inuyoken did not dodge, but raised his sword again to meet the bayonet.

The two knives met again in mid-air, and then burst out with dazzling sparks, accompanied by a piercing scream, which made people feel a little sore when they heard it.

The jackal roared, jumped up, and raised his bayonet for the third time to slash at the chest of the dog, still so fierce.

When the bayonet and the command knife collided again, they were also bounced.

Knife after knife, the jackal seemed to be crazy, and the bayonet swung like a windmill, and slashed at the opposite dog Yangjian, leaving no trace of hindsight.

Inuyoken greeted him calmly, flicking his bayonet again and again, but there was no counterattack, he may be waiting for his strength to run out.

Twenty-seven times in a row, the jackal's speed dropped significantly, and the fierce slash consumed his already small physical strength, making him feel a little weak in his hands and feet.

But the jackal persisted, gritting his teeth and raising his bayonet again, and slashed at the dog.

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