This was a rare battle in which the anti-Japanese soldiers were surrounded by Japanese bandits.

It has to be said that the combat effectiveness of the pirates is amazing.

For decades, the Ming Dynasty has been fighting to eradicate the Japanese bandits, but it has never been cleared up, which has a lot to do with the strong combat effectiveness of the Japanese bandits and the bloodthirsty bushido. Although Old Man Du's team was equal in number to the thieves, it was so fragile in front of these bloodthirsty beasts, and as soon as they engaged, several brothers fell.

Of course, the excellent quality of the Japanese sword also accounts for a large part of the reason, a considerable part of the anti-Japanese warriors still use inferior quality broadsword spears, and when they collide with the Japanese knife, they are immediately cut in two, and they can only throw away the broken weapon in vain, and then hug the Japanese thieves and fight hand-to-hand.

The blood of the warriors was spilled all over the ground, and Old Man Du watched his brother, who was with him day and night, as close as flesh and blood, become the unjust soul of the thief, and others had a deep sense of guilt, and he deeply felt that he had wronged all the warriors.

The thieves violently charged the ranks of the warriors, slowly advancing in a merciless slaughter, and their target was Old Man Du.

The warriors in the front row fell, and the warriors in the back went forward to make up for it immediately, swearing to defend Old Man Du to the death.

As far as the eye could see, it was all blood red, and there were a pair of dead eyes that fell down.

The participation that erupted when the warriors fell was like a burst of sharp arrows piercing the old man's heart, no matter what desperate situation he was in, he had never grieved, and at this moment tears burst out like a flood that burst the embankment, and his chest was hurt for a while.

The thieves' several charges were finally about to tear open the gap in front of Old Man Du.........

"Uncle Du, we can't stand it anymore, let Erniu and Da Zhuang escort you out! A few of our brothers will break off for you. A strong man shouted.

Old Man Du waved the long knife that was leaving blood on it, and smiled miserably: "Rush out? Joke, I, Du Wenming, have not planned to live since I formed this team, even if I can escape today, what face does the old man have to see the people of Cixi? ”

"Uncle Du, as long as you are alive, are you still worried about not being able to make a comeback? Do you want to focus on the big picture? ”

Old Man Du's expression changed, and he shouted: "Huo Ju, what the hell are you talking about?" What kind of person I am, you still don't know? When have I ever left my brothers alone? After so many years of fighting and strangling countless thieves, the old man's bone should have gone to heaven a long time ago. ”

Huo Ju's eyes were slightly red, he screamed, and rushed forward again, swinging his knife and slashing down a thief......

"Warriors, fight to the death today to serve the country." Old Man Du shouted sharply and rushed forward with a knife.

In the blood mist, the old man Du stood up, and the mountain wind blew, stirring his old man's beard that was already messy and stained with a lot of blood, like a banner that stood firm, which was a symbol of China's iron bones, and also the unyielding iron and blood will of this troubled nation.

The warriors were inspired, and the few remaining warriors were instantly filled with strength, and the warriors who were struggling suddenly burst out with an earth-shattering killing sound.

'Kill .....'

A shout resounded through the sky.......

This is the most dangerous battle that Old Man Du has experienced in his life, and he can clearly feel the tragedy and helplessness of the warriors to kill the enemy.

The heavy formation had already been completely broken through, and only the remaining seven-person warrior team lined up in a row, clutching the broken weapons in their hands, and quietly watching the more than a dozen thieves...........

After a few whoos, the thieves finally launched their final assault........

No one retreated, and no one was timid, fighting against the water, and the disaster of life and death was instantaneous.

Old Man Du stood up and raised his head to the sky and roared..........

The sky is clear and cloudless..........

"Let these brutes know what a real anti-Japanese warrior is."

Du Wenming burst out with the last sentence.

The loud shouts in the sky made the thieves flutter slightly, and after looking at each other, they couldn't understand why the crippled team that was already in a desperate situation could still have such a high fighting spirit, and in the impression, the Ming army was vulnerable.

Animals, as animals and dogs are not as good as pigs and dogs, how can you understand that this represents the iron-blooded will of Huaxia.

"Kill!"

Du Wenming took the lead and rushed over.

The tragic scene of the Ming army's rare initiative to attack when it was obviously weaker than the strength of the pirates broke out........

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Suddenly, a thief who rushed to the front was like a heavy bear, snorted and fell to the ground, the pitch-black arrow went straight to the body, and the milky white feather Wu couldn't help but tremble. The thief's cry of grief resounded through the dense forest, and his body trembled uncontrollably, and gradually stopped moving, and it was evident that his life was far away.

However, there was an arrow that plunged straight into the ground in front of Old Man Du, and he trembled.

Everyone was stunned, including the Japanese thieves and anti-Japanese soldiers present.

The remaining thieves stopped their charge in panic, looked around, and suddenly fell into endless sorrow: a hundred paces away, a dozen tall men with dark faces, and I don't know what kind of race were rushing towards them shouting unintelligible slogans, and I don't know when they were surrounded by these people again?

The leader, of course, is a yellow man, his face is grim, cold as frost, but the corners of his mouth are playful, like a majestic tiger glaring at a thief.

The thieves were so shocked that they couldn't understand where these people came from. I don't understand how there can be a tall, big, black and strong race in Huaxia? I don't think I've ever seen it before, could it be that the black god descended to earth?

Zhang Mingyuan, who had been keeping his face tight, threw away the hard bow in his hand, picked up a knife, flicked his fingers, and made a clanging sound, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and show a bright smile.

They almost frightened him just now, and they had never used bows and arrows until now, and when they saw that the situation was more dangerous, they and Hanpi each fired an arrow at the thief. Who would have thought that the arrow shot by Hanpi, who was used to AK, was deflected, and it shot crookedly in front of Old Man Du, almost causing an oolong.

After kicking Hanpi hard, he was still afraid in his heart, this is going to shoot the old man, don't mix it up in the future.

Hanpi also looked at him with a melancholy expression, and a cute and fresh expression came to his face again.........

Fortunately, there is no danger, but he has found the shortcomings of overpowering Hanpi, which can be used as capital to abuse him in the future.

"Rush, kill these beasts."

Slightly ashamed and full of anger, Hanpi shouted frantically and led the African man like a gust of wind to press the thief.........

To be honest, he hated these brutes, which made him a little ugly when he first went to the battlefield.

Why can't these beasts cooperate? Pounce on the arrows that come out, so you can at least get a shot.

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