"Devil's officer, chase!" He Jian, who was rushing to kill in the team, saw Xiang Jing Jingming in the crowd at a glance, and with a wave of the saber in his hand, he slashed a devil who was blocking the way to the ground, and then chased after him.

Behind him, the soldiers of the guard squad were worried that something was wrong with him, and a dozen or so people, brandishing sabers, followed closely behind him, and chased towards the fleeing Xiang Jing Jingming.

Although Mukai Jingming highlighted the encirclement of the cavalry under the protection of Xiao Yuan, the distance between them and the chasing He Jian was rapidly shortening, and at the current speed, they must have been caught up before they reached the mountain pass.

"What should I do?" Xiao Yuan was in a hurry, he understood that it would definitely not work if it went on like this, so he stretched out his hand and pushed Jing Jingming, and he pulled out his pistol to face He Jian and the others and rushed back, "You protect the squadron leader and go first." ”

"Obuchi-kun." Xiang Jing Ming was in a hurry, he wanted to stop, but he was surrounded by several Japanese soldiers and walked towards the mountain pass involuntarily, while the remaining dozen Japanese soldiers followed Xiao Yuan, turned to meet He Jian and the others who were chasing.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of gunfire became one, not only the devil's 38 big cover, but also the Nanbu pistol, as well as the unique sound of the horse pistol, constantly there were devils falling, and there were also cavalrymen who were hit and fell from their horses.

The distance between the two sides was rapidly approaching, and there were only seven or eight devils left who followed Xiao Yuan's attack.

Xiao Yuan had already emptied the bullets of the Nanbu-style pistol in his hand, he shook his hand and dropped the empty gun, then pulled out the command knife in his hand, stood with his legs crossed, and the command knife was clenched in front of him with both hands, waiting for He Jian's arrival.

Blood stained his cheeks, Xiao Yuan's black beard and black face showed ferocity and perseverance, and his eyes stared at the approaching Dragon Wing Clansmen like wolves.

"Yaga, for the sake of the Yamato nation, charge" The last few Japanese soldiers came out of Obuchi's side with rifles and took the lead to meet He Jian.

With a "sonorous" sound, He Jian had an extra saber in each hand, he loosened the silk reins, and sat as steady as Mount Tai with only his legs between the horse's belly, and the war horse accelerated towards those devils.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

With a roar, the sabers of He Jian's hands blocked the bayonets that stabbed him, and then with a wave of his wrist, a cold light swept through the necks of the two devils.

The horse scurried between the two devils, and He Jian rushed forward without stopping, without even looking at the two devils.

After his war horse scurried, the two devils stood on the ground for a moment, and their bodies fell backwards, with an extra line of blood between their throats.

The remaining few devils met He Jian's guard squad, and more than a dozen cavalry faced five or six devil infantry, and the result can be imagined, and they were knocked to the ground by the cavalry in the blink of an eye.

Only Xiao Yuan was left standing alone, waiting for He Jian's arrival.

He Jian galloped on his horse, he looked at Xiao Yuan, who was waiting with a knife in both hands not far away, and with a twist of his wrist, the saber disappeared from his waist, and then pulled out a slender long knife from his back.

This knife is two fingers wide, one meter and five long, the whole body is shining with blood red, as if it is stained with blood, and the handle of the knife is wrapped with twine, and the color is a little dark, and it looks a little old.

He Jian's knife started, the whole person seemed to be different, revealing fierceness and murderous aura, the war horse seemed to be stimulated by his murderous aura, the horse's mane exploded, a long neigh, and the speed increased a few points.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The two of them shouted almost at the same time, and the knives in their hands suddenly swung out, slashing at each other fiercely. Two lightning bolts, one silver and one red, streaked through the air.

With a bang, a series of sparks erupted in the air, and the place where the two knives slammed together sparkled and squeaked with a tooth-aching sound.

"Kill!"

He Jian suddenly grew his body on the war horse, and pressed towards Xiao Yuan condescendingly, and the command knife in Xiao Yuan's hand pressed by the long knife slammed down, and it was all attached to his chest.

"Ahh

He Jian's body leaned back suddenly, dodging Xiao Yuan's command knife, his legs slammed into the belly of the war horse, and the war horse rushed forward like an arrow.

The two staggered past each other.

At the moment when the two of them staggered, the long knife of He Jian, who was lying on the back of the horse, echoed on the ground, swept Xiao Yuan's neck like lightning, and then his body bounced up, and the horse chased after Mukai Jingming, who had almost fled to the mountain pass.

Xiao Yuan snatched two steps forward, poked the command knife in his hand downward, and then grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands, his eyes widened, and he stood there motionless, as a gust of wind blew, his head fell from the place where He Jian's long knife had been cut just now, and the blood gushed up more than two meters high.

After a little shaking, the headless corpse finally fell to the ground.

The cavalry that followed He Jian did not even glance at Xiao Yuan, who had fallen to the ground, but rushed past him on horseback and chased after his own column leader.

At this time, He Jian was already about to catch up with Xiang Jing Ming, the distance between the two people was less than fifty meters, and there were only three Japanese soldiers left to protect Xiang Jing Jingming.

Xiang Jing Ming, who stumbled and ran towards the mountain pass, lost one of his leather boots, and now he is barefoot, his military uniform is crooked, and his belt is loose and hanging on his crotch, looking embarrassed. He looked behind him as he ran, and noticed that the pursuers behind him were getting closer.

Filled with desperation, he simply stopped, then drew his command knife, apparently intending to do a death throe.

"Looking for death, if I can't take you, my nickname of Heyan will be in vain." He Jian sneered, and the strange red long knife in his hand dragged diagonally to his side, and there were no blood beads on it.

He Jian, a famous horse bandit in Liaoxi, nicknamed King He Yan, has always come and gone like the wind, and his whereabouts are uncertain, Huang Xiansheng, the captain of the public security cavalry brigade of the Northeast Army, led the team to encircle and suppress him dozens of times, and he has not been able to do anything to this King He Yan. It can be said that he is famous for murder.

I really didn't expect that He Jian was also absorbed by Luo Xiaohe, serving as the captain of the cavalry brigade of the Dragon Wing Clan and the captain of the first column, and his subordinates became the cavalry of the cavalry brigade.

Seeing that the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, the long knife in He Jian's hand was raised, and it seemed to Jing Jingming that he could not escape death.

――Bang――

A gunshot rang out in the pass, but this time it was aimed at He Jian's them, and one of the horsemen fell from his horse.

He Jian was stunned for a moment, hurriedly slowed down, and looked up.

Small black dots appeared in the pass, getting closer and bigger, and soon you could see that it was a Japanese soldier in a yellow uniform, and the front was actually a cavalry unit.

They put the gun just now.

The devil's reinforcements actually arrived at this time.

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