Aoki Miiichi let out a low roar, holding a knife in both hands, using him as an arrow, and with eight Japanese soldiers, he launched a charge towards Liu Lang and the sword formation composed of a dozen or so soldiers armed with broadswords gathered around him.

The bright bayonet, glowing cold in the moonlight, followed by the heavy "Bang!" Boom! "It's muffled, forming a kind of deterrent that rushes to the face.

Even the battle-hardened old king, at that moment, couldn't help but clench the knife in his hand.

Aoki Miao's eyes were flushed with blood, although he rushed very quickly, but his steps had a strange rhythm, and if you looked closely, you would find that the length of the stride of this thing's feet was surprisingly the same.

That is the unique pace of the martial arts sect of the Japanese Kingdom, and this Japanese soldier Shaozuo is still a martial arts master.

And the reason why he gave up on finding trouble with Lao Wang, who had an obviously high military rank over there, was only one of the ways that Liu Lang led people to block the way, and more importantly, the katana that Liu Lang was holding in one hand, Aoki Miaoichi was very familiar.

It was Taro Kojima's knife.

Kojima Taro is not considered a direct subordinate of Aoki Shaosa, in fact, there are several parts of the Japanese army on several heights on this battlefield, there are two infantry squadrons of Aoki Miaoichi Infantry Brigade, two artillery squadrons of the Artillery Brigade, and even a cavalry squadron, each with its own subordinates, Aoki Miaoichi does not know that Kojima Taro, who belongs to another infantry brigade, is on that high ground.

However, the relationship between the two is not ordinary.

Strictly speaking, it should be a master-servant relationship.

Miiichi Aoki, whose grandfather was originally a servant of Taro Kojima's grandfather.

When he went to Taro Kojima's father, because Miaoichi Aoki's father was only a few years older than Taro Kojima's father, he grew up together and didn't treat him as a domestic servant.

After he took over as the head of the family, he gave Aoki Miiichi's father the status of a commoner, and he was no longer a slave.

Because of the relationship between his father, Aoki Miichi has always had a good relationship with Kojima Taro, and he was able to be admitted to the military academy, which also had the help of Kojima Taro's father.

Half a year ago, when he learned that Taro Kojima had also joined the army and came to China, and was in the same wing with him, Miiichi Aoki went to see Taro Kojima as soon as possible, and tried his best to pass on the combat experience he had accumulated in the two years in China, and even wanted to transfer Taro Kojima to his own brigade.

is both a benefactor and a friend, do you say that Miichi Aoki is not familiar with the sword that has been passed down by the Kojima family for 200 years? In the moonlight, the inscription he was so familiar with once again made him 100% sure.

But this knife actually appeared in the hands of a fat Chinese officer, which can only mean one thing, Kojima Taro may have suffered an accident, and the murderer is very likely to be the fat man in front of him.

Or, even if he is not a murderer, as long as he dares to hold that knife, then he has a way to die.

Although he was furious in his chest, Miaoichi Aoki was a very rare martial arts master in the Japanese army, and he tried his best to keep his calm, knowing that no matter how angry he was, he could only kill the Chinese fat man in front of him first, otherwise, the more Chinese soldiers gathered might not give him a second chance.

Holding the knife in both hands, his feet were running, but his upper body was strangely in an extremely stable state, the tip of the knife pointed at Liu Lang's chest and abdomen without moving, and his eyes were firmly locked on the same part as the tip of the knife.

"Oh no, this guy is a master!" From afar, Lao Wang could feel the strong murderous aura on the Japanese army Shaozuo, the murderous machine, and the hairs on his body stood up.

A low roar came out:

"What are you waiting for for Lao Tzu? This is a battlefield, not a dueling arena, if there are more people, you have to bully fewer people! Rush over to Lao Tzu and fuck the dog. ”

"Rush!" He Datou took the lead, carrying a knife and jumping to the first.

Even Lao Wang in the distance was stimulated by the strong killing intention, not to mention Liu Lang, who was locked by his gaze and katana?

His eyes narrowed slightly, and Liu Lang bowed slightly to accumulate strength.

Is a Japanese martial arts master? He had wanted to see it in the past time and space, and now it seems that there are indeed two brushes.

If he didn't care about it and crashed directly into the knife formation, then Liu Lang might really care about him. These Chinese officers and soldiers chose to fight with him, that is, comrades-in-arms, their sword skills may be quite proficient, but compared with the Japanese army in front of them, I am afraid that they are still a lot worse.

It's not to die in front of him, it's a sacrifice that belongs to them, although Liu Lang will be heartbroken, he will never complain.

This is a war between two countries and peoples, one needs more resources and needs to invade and plunder its own country and people to stand on the peak of this planetary race, while the other needs to defend the homeland and defend the homeland, so naturally it cannot back down.

The melodious pigeon whistle in the sky depends on the mouth, but the sky that allows the white dove to fly has to rely on the fist! By blood, dripping blood.

Whether it's the enemy's, or your own.

War is so cruel.

However, if a comrade-in-arms is killed by the enemy in front of him, Liu Lang will blame himself. Because, he no longer wants to stand alone in front of a row of tombstones and drink.

That, it's really lonely!

If he could, he would rather lie under this hot land, it was himself.

In that way, you can lie there quietly, watch the clouds rise and fall, listen to the birds and smell the flowers, watch the children wearing red scarves solemnly salute themselves, and then grow up, and the motherland will become stronger and stronger under their construction.

Fortunately, the goal of this martial arts master is himself.

He is very strong, but, Liu Lang, is not weak.

Even now.

"The sword array is scattered!" Liu Lang roared in a deep voice. "Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! The veterans who followed Liu Lang were all veterans, who instantly understood Liu Lang's meaning, and immediately shouted in unison, "Kill!" ”

And, with the roar, more than a dozen soldiers scattered, basically in pairs with bayonets on their heads, about to rush up to the Japanese army.

Although the broadsword is heavy and sharp enough, it is actually extremely disadvantageous against the bayonet.

More than 40 centimeters plus the body of the 38 rifle is 1.73 meters long, especially the Japanese army's stabbing technique is extremely ruthless, stepping forward to stab at the chest and abdomen as fast as lightning, even if the knife is skillful, it may not be enough to react and not have time to smash the bayonet open and be stabbed, many soldiers are killed and injured under this stab.

After half a night of fighting, the Chinese officers and soldiers with broadswords also figured out the best tactics, two people in groups as the smallest combat unit, one of them did not care about the others, and was only responsible for blocking the Japanese bayonets, while the other person did not care about the bullying and slashed over.

If it is blocked, then the Japanese infantry is basically dead, but if it can't be blocked, it is one for one.

It's brutal, but it's effective.

The only drawback is that such a combination of two people must have enough trust and tacit understanding, and they must have the will not to be afraid of death.

But after half a night of fighting, no matter whether you are strong-willed or not, you have been tempered on the edge of life and death for an hour or two, and even a soft egg will hammer you and rebuild.

If you always want to be a soft egg, you can only die.

This is actually a process of removing the chaff, and those who can survive until now are all good hands, even if it is luck! That's going to have to be lucky.

The soldiers of two different colors collided in an instant, roaring and howling through the battlefield, and blood shot out, both Chinese soldiers and Japanese criminals.

In just one photo, the battle loss rate of China and Japan was as high as more than 40 percent.

This is the battlefield, one move is life and death, and no one will give you the opportunity to pose and be cool.

Liu Lang didn't hear this, nor did he see this, in his eyes, there was only the Japanese army Shaozuo who was full of murderous intentions.

With both feet exerting force, the body bows forward slightly, and the knife in one hand, like a cheetah ready to attack!

That is, the food of the cheetah is obviously very good! Look at that oily and slippery one.