Liu Lang, who killed four people in a row, took no more than 30 seconds, and at this time, the poignant laughter that could make people's hearts tremble was still echoing in the sky.

A Japanese soldier was obviously instigated, and had already taken advantage of the gap between Liu Lang's slaughtering of his colleagues to roll into the grass and try to escape.

But the Japanese criminals, who had lost their courage, obviously underestimated Liu Lang's strong killing intent。。。。。。。

The last Japanese soldier had already grasped the 38-type cover that was erected three meters away, and his hand had pulled up the bolt.

But when he looked at Liu Lang, who was covered in blood and looked at him with a fierce light in his eyes, the Japanese soldier who was supposed to have weapons and confidence was so frightened that his hands shook and he couldn't even pull the bolt of his gun.

"Phew" Liu Lang spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm viciously, stepped over in two big steps, and kicked straight at the 38 cover of the Japanese army who screamed and put the gun across his chest in an attempt to block Liu Lang's kick.

Listening to the "click", the spear made of hard jujube wood was kicked in two, and the one with the steel barrel was kicked into the body of the Japanese soldier by Liu Lang, who was wearing cowhide boots.

When a sharp weapon pierces the body, the first thing most people feel is not pain, but cold, bone-chilling coldness, followed by severe pain and weakness; But what about blunt objects? It hurts, it hurts.

What about a half-cut spear with an iron pipe and stubble pierced into the body with great force? From the howl of the Japanese murderer and the unconventional desperate attempt to pull this terrible foreign body out of his body, you can know how much pain he had.

Even the next moment, he pulled out the half of the spear from his body with a sigh of relief, and there were still a few red flakes on the barrel, which should be lung pieces! Even if several women from Tangjiayu Village gritted their teeth and hated the devil, they still showed surprise on their faces when they saw the devil who pulled out his spear and exposed the big wound on his chest, and even saw one of the bulging hearts.

Perhaps it was the pain that had ceased to hurt when he had drawn his spear, and the last of the devil soldiers, with a somewhat frightening, relaxed smile fell to the ground, twitching slightly, as silent as his colleagues who had gone one step ahead of him.

On the other side, Liu Lang didn't look at the dying Japanese soldier at all, and directly scooped up a 38 big cover, threw it like a javelin, a bayonet of more than 30 centimeters and a gun body more than a meter long, and nailed the Japanese soldier who escaped first into the depths of the bushes like a small "pheasant" to the ground.

Deep in the bushes that no one could see, the Japanese soldiers, who had long been exhausted, were like a catfish thrown ashore, twisting their bodies in vain, pulling out their big guns with both hands to connect themselves to the earth, but they could not do anything。。。。。。

"You guys, find a place to hide first." Liu Lang pulled out a long knife in one hand, and picked up a 38 cover with a bayonet in the other, and while giving a quick order, he waved his arm again and again, and the blade slashed, and the ropes on the seven women were cut.

There was no time to see where the women would hide, Liu Lang strode forward, and the battlefield was more than twenty meters away.

There, it's already in full swing.

The place Zhen Dazhuang chose to kill was the place where the devils were most concentrated, and there were enough places where nearly thirty devils from two squads were hiding.

Zhen Dazhuang was different from Liu Lang, who was lightly armed, his thick-backed knife was still on his back, but in his hand was a wooden stick that he had spent a minute making.

It is more appropriate to say that it is a wooden stick, but in fact, it is better to say that it is a wooden stick.

It was thanks to the competition between Liu Lang and Chi Dakui, which inspired Zhen Dazhuang, who did not have many combat skills but had absolute strength.

Since it can be "one inch long and one inch strong", then it is good to come to the dozens of inches of the special mother.

The ironwood that grows in the north grows only 10 centimeters a year, and it takes 30 years to grow to the thickness of a bowl and three meters long.

Zhen Dazhuang, the strongest machine gunner of the Independent Guerrilla Brigade, hung two yellow bullet belts, and he didn't even use a knife, so he wielded such an iron-wood mace bar that weighed 70 pounds and didn't even have time to trim the branches, and entered the sequence of the Japanese army, bringing the strength of "long, thick, and heavy" to the extreme.

The Japanese army's brief period of consternation was followed by anger.

Extremely angry, when did the Imperial Japanese Army fall to the point of being attacked by Chinese with such rudimentary weapons? Regardless of the other side and sharpshooters, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers jumped up to meet the battle at the first time.

It's not that they don't want to knock down the Chinese man wielding the trunk with a single shot, but they think that stabbing a blade into the enemy's chest is what a samurai should do.

The stupid × general bushido spirit is such a fuck, and the self-proclaimed heroic Japanese soldiers put on their bayonets one after another and greeted the big wood waved by Zhen Dazhuang.

Soon, the blood spilled by his colleagues let the Japanese know that bushido, in the face of absolute power, really, is not as effective as bullets.

In terms of pure strength, Zhen Dazhuang may not be as good as Commander Lang, who belongs to the perverted level, but the entire independent guerrilla brigade, or the entire 37th Division, including Chi Dakui, the head of the sword master, is not as good as this.

That was also discovered by Liu Lang after he excavated this "gold nugget" through a running assessment. According to the law of conservation of energy, the huge body naturally needs to eat more, and the more you eat, the more energy you absorb, and the greater the strength.

Zhen Dazhuang's guy can eat the rations of three ordinary soldiers, and his strength is naturally exaggerated, he once moved the parts of an infantry gun weighing 100 kilograms with the strength of one person, and he is definitely a fierce Zhang Fei-like figure.

How powerful is such a guy wielding a seventy-pound ironwood to smash over? The first Japanese soldier at the head should not have realized it.

Because, the bayonet he stabbed over, along with the rifle, was directly smashed into the sky by Zhen Dazhuang, not to mention the remaining strength of the wooden stick, which directly smashed the first Japanese "warrior" nearly ten meters away.

Just like the most popular baseball sport in Japan, a great home run.

A humanoid baseball may be out of breath in the air.

Zhen Dazhuang, who made a meritorious contribution with a stick, was even more powerful, roared, stretched the wooden mace to the extreme, and swung it violently, "Bang, bang" Several spears were directly smashed into hula hoops, and in the unbelievable eyes of the Japanese army, the terrible muffled sound of blunt objects hitting the flesh sounded continuously.

It's a bit like the future game of "whack-a-mole", in just a few tens of seconds, as many as eight Japanese soldiers died under Zhen Dazhuang's stick, which was even higher than Liu Lang's killing efficiency.

Moreover, they all died tragically. A Japanese soldier was too agile, and when the wooden stick was swung like a strong wind, he actually lowered his head and wanted to stab short, but unexpectedly, Zhen Dazhuang's arm sank slightly, and the wooden stick carrying hundreds of kilograms of huge force smashed directly on the head of the Japanese soldier wearing a steel helmet.

The muffled sound of "dong" is like ringing a bell.

But in the next scene, even the initiator Zhen Dazhuang was slightly stunned, maybe the neck of the Japanese army was too fragile, or maybe the instant hit force was really too great, the head of the Japanese soldier wearing a steel helmet was smashed from the neck, and it really became a "baseball" was smashed out more than ten meters away, and the blood spurted from the neck of the Japanese army without a head directly sprayed Zhen Dazhuang into a bloody man, and even his face was full of paste.

"Damn, can't help but smash it?" Zhen Dazhuang didn't even have time to wipe away the blood that covered his vision, he just tried to keep his eyes open and continued to roar angrily towards the remaining few stunned Japanese criminals.

"Kill it, kill it, kill this devil." Cao, the only remaining Japanese soldier in the Japanese infantry squad, stood up abruptly, raised his rifle and aimed at Zhen Dazhuang, who was chasing and killing several colleagues.

It's a pity that before he could shoot, Mo Xiaomei, who was more than 200 meters away, and Zeng Shui pulled the trigger almost at the same time. The time difference between one and the other, which would never exceed 0.1 seconds, and the two bullets carrying huge kinetic energy directly beat the "brave" Japanese soldier Cao Lian's helmet and head into a bloody flower.

At the same time, Niu Er, who had already shot all his arrows and killed the two machine gun teams of the Japanese army, also rushed over.

Niu Er is neither as simple and rude as Liu Lang nor full of violent aesthetics as Zhen Dazhuang, but his efficiency is not low.

His knife was always aimed at the vital point of the Japanese army, either in the neck or in the crotch, and those who were stabbed all wailed and fell to the ground to fight for their lives, but for a time they were not dead.

More than half of the wails that resounded on the battlefield were made by Niu Er's opponents.

The Japanese army even had the idea of being beaten to death by Zhen Dazhuang with a stick rather than fighting against that guy who had a knife and was damaged.

After all, no one wants to die without eggs, right?

Liu Lang, who had already slaughtered all the grenadiers, also rushed over, and two humanoid beasts and an excellent hunter bred in the mountains of the Qinling Mountains in China set off a bloody storm among the Japanese army.

In this era, they are China's strongest individual soldiers.

Especially, when their eyes are dyed red by the old folks hanging from miles away.

The blood spurted out by the Japanese under their swords was no match for the enduring blood in their eyes.

What supports them to become stronger is not training and body, but hatred.

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