"Uncle Peng, protect the phoenix and retreat!"

The rifle bayonet in the jackal's hand was pulled out of the chest of a Japanese soldier, and the blood splattered on his body and face, and the hot feeling made him open his mouth wide for a moment, and then turned back to the blood peng not far away from him.

Xuepeng was carrying a machete in his hand, with a length of one meter and a half, weighing forty-five pounds, as if he had half a door panel, and with his tall body, it was like a god of war.

Holding the broadsword in both hands, he raised it high, and then split the Japanese soldier company with a gun who raised his rifle high to block it in half with a knife, Xuepeng reached out and wiped the blood and sweat on his face, and shouted at the jackal, "You kid protect the phoenix and retreat here, leave it to me to deal with." ”

As he spoke, he rushed forward, blocking the path of a group of Japanese soldiers with a large sword.

There were seven or eight Japanese soldiers in this group, all of whom were veterans of the battlefield for a long time, and their mental quality and technical and tactical qualities were all very good.

Without waiting for their encirclement to form, Xuepeng rushed forward with a loud roar, and the big knife was raised, and a flash of lightning slashed at the neck of the devil who was not mentally prepared.

The bow was fired left and right, and in the blink of an eye, two Japanese soldiers fell to the ground, and their heads and bodies moved.

The remaining Japanese soldiers were stunned for a moment, but then calmed down, and they cautiously but fearlessly surrounded the blood peng.

"Come on, little devil of dog day." Blood Peng clenched the big knife with both hands, and let out a loud shout, and then stared at those little devils with red eyes, looking for the other party's flaws.

The little devil didn't rush to make a move, they also knew that this big man was powerful, and they didn't want to make a rash move, so as not to be killed by him.

In this way, the two sides confronted each other for more than ten seconds, and the devils finally broke out at the same time, and rushed up with weapons at the same time.

"Kill—"

With a wave of his arm, the broadsword slashed horizontally at a ghost soldier in front of him, and the broadsword slid forward along his erected rifle and slashed at his throat, cutting off his trachea and esophagus unimpeded, along with the artery.

The Japanese soldier made a clucking sound, like a rooster with its neck cut off, and the rifle in both hands let go and fell backwards.

Put it on the devil, Xuepeng's left foot was the axis, his body turned sharply to the left, and the big knife in his hand pushed the momentum, blocking the bayonet stabbing on his side and behind him.

A tooth-aching metal collision sounded, and then a string of sparks erupted, and Xuepeng clenched the big knife and pushed back four or five steps with the devil's bayonet that was framed, and then stopped, and then pushed his arms outward, "Open." ”

The four or five devil soldiers felt a huge force coming towards the rifles in their hands, causing them to involuntarily retreat, staggering back several steps before stopping.

At this moment, Xue Peng, who pushed away the devil's bayonet and stabbed him, felt a chill in his lower back, followed by a sharp pain from his waist, making his body tremble.

The body didn't have time to turn around, Xuepeng took a step forward, and timely relieved the force of the opponent's stabbing, making the bayonet shalt much shallower, and then released his right hand, and his left hand held the big knife and slammed it behind him.

The broadsword swept behind him as quickly as the wind, and he felt his arm shake, and then it was gone, and then he heard the sound of a human body falling to the ground.

After cleaning up the devil soldiers who attacked him, Xuepeng reached out and touched the blood coming out of his waist, and then smiled bitterly, "Grandma's, Lao Tzu was actually attacked by the little devils." ”

Wiping the red blood on his hand, he regained the handle of the big knife with both hands, and roared at the devils, "Come on, little devil." ”

Perhaps shocked by his ferocity, several devil soldiers hesitated, but then rushed up again, and the bayonet in their hands flashed with dazzling cold light and stabbed at the vital part of the blood peng.

"Kill!" Blood Peng brandished a large sword and greeted him.

In the flash of the sword, blood splattered, pieces of flesh flew sideways, and the two sides intertwined together, as if they were beasts in madness.

After a few moments, the two sides separated, each rushing a few steps to stop, then turned to look at each other.

There were only two people left on the devil's side, one of whom was missing an arm and had been cut off from his wrist, but he still stood with the bayonet with one hand, standing with another Japanese soldier, staring at the blood peng on the opposite side with crazy eyes.

There were at least a dozen scars on Xuepeng's body, and there was blood everywhere on his clothes, and he didn't know if it was those devils or his injuries, but the cut wounds showed that he had paid a lot of price for killing those devils.

Especially under the right rib, a deep wound visible to the bone came into view, the wound that was more than two inches wide was open as if it were a doll's mouth, and blood gushed out from the wound, which had soaked half of his body.

Licking his blood-stained lips, Xuepeng didn't even look at the wound, but he could feel a warm sensation running down his thighs, already wetting his thighs and knees.

"Kill!"

After a split second of eye contact, the two sides let out another shout, and then rushed towards each other, broadswords and bayonets bursting into white light in the light of the fire under the night sky.

The fierce battle broke out again, and the three of them fought almost frantically!

Blood Peng roared, and the big knife in his hand slashed out diagonally, the blade that had long been stained red with blood was still very sharp, easily cutting off the opponent's rifle barrel, and by the way, an old lady cut the onion for the other party - a big stubble, cutting him in two.

Regardless of the devil soldier whose body was split but still did not lose his breath, Xuepeng jumped in front of the devil soldier who had broken one hand with one arrow step, stretched out his left hand and choked his neck, and the big knife in his right hand knocked away the bayonet that the other party was already holding a little hard.

The devil soldier twisted and struggled desperately in the palm of his hand, shouting indistinctly, "Yamato Martial Spirit is undefeated." Although he had no weapon, he was still struggling to bite the back of Xuepeng's hand, even though it was impossible to bite.

Xue Peng looked at this tenacious Japanese soldier, and couldn't help but feel a trace of admiration in his heart, the spirit of the Japanese soldier is indeed very tenacious, no wonder the combat effectiveness is so good.

However, he will not be soft because of this, you must know that this is on the battlefield, either you die or I die, and he will not be soft on the Japanese blood Peng at any time.

As soon as his arm tightened, his pincer-like slap twisted violently, crushing the Japanese soldier's throat, and then casually tossed his limp body aside.

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