Han Feng's saber moved forward, and he was with the leader of the devil squadron.

The blades of the blades collided, making a piercing sound and bursting with colorful sparks.

Han Feng was taken aback, the devil's arm strength is good, and his knife skills are profound!

The leader of the devil squadron was even more surprised.

He is a famous sword master in the Japanese army, ordinary people are not opponents at all, whether you use a rifle or a stick, a saber, he often wins with one sword, known as a slash!

Today, he used all his strength, but he couldn't win in a single slash.

Not only could he not cut off his opponent's head, but he didn't even have the slightest chance of possibility, on the contrary, his opponent's arm strength was stronger, and he used the knife faster, almost splitting his head directly.

Lieutenant Sumitomo Masahiro, this devil squadron leader, has a chill down his spine!

This is a master he has never seen before.

Holding the hilt of the knife with both hands, Sumitomo Masahiro desperately pressed the saber, staring at Han Feng like a wolf in his eyes, trying to find the slightest flaw in his eyes.

He is also constantly adjusting his posture and trying to find opportunities in sports.

Constantly stirring his arms, moving left and right, and making beastly shouts from his mouth, trying to interfere with sound waves, and also through these sounds, summoning the aid of nearby Japanese troops, therefore, giving the opponent great mental pressure!

This is a comprehensive combat plan, once the opponent is timid, turns and runs away, or is flustered, he will take advantage of it and kill him with a single sword.

Even if there is no chance for the time being, the Japanese troops nearby will hear the shouts and will come soon, and at that time, he will be the final victor.

Sumitomo Masahiro feels that he is victorious!

Han Feng listened a little, smiled, and easily held the saber with his right hand to fight against the enemy, and asked, "Hey, devil, what is your surname?" Name? ”

Sumitomo Masayoshi's heart sank.

Such an opponent is completely out of his understanding!

Is he really stupid or is he absolutely sure?

"Imperial Lieutenant Officer Sumitomo Masayoshi, what about you?"

Sumitomo Masahiro felt that it was not too good to take advantage of the opponent's appearance and buy time for reinforcements from his companions through conversation.

Han Feng said: "I am a Chinese soldier, I am resisting the invasion of devils, devils, Sumitomo or something, if you kneel down and swear, the invasion of China is a mistake, a crime, you are willing to repent, I will let you go!" ”

Sumitomo Masahiro was furious: "You are the one who should kneel and beg for mercy, your army has collapsed, what else can you do as a soldier?" I advise you, if you are willing to surrender to the Imperial army, I can promise not to kill you. And let you be our captive. ”

Han Feng smiled, revealing his snow-white teeth: "Sumitomo-kun, you idiot, do you know that this infantry squadron of yours has been almost killed by me?" ”

Sumitomo Masaki laughed and began to use his arm strength to attack: "Dream! ”

Han Feng heard that there were indeed devils running outside, so he acted immediately, rushed forward, and pressed down with his saber!

Sumitomo Masayoshi suddenly felt a mountain-like force suppressing him, and he couldn't resist it with all his strength, and struggled for a few seconds, poofed, and fell to his knees on the ground.

Han Feng smiled contemptuously and spat at the Devil Squadron Leader Company Commander!

Sumitomo Masaki struggled with all his might to prevent Han Feng's saber from completely overpowering his saber and swooping towards his neck, and now, there was really no strength to dodge.

Bang, this saliva is spitting on Sumitomo Masahiro's face!

Sumitomo Masahiro was so angry that he screamed and resisted desperately, his face flushed.

Han Feng used one hand to suppress the devil's saber, approached the ground, and slapped his left hand forward, slapping the devil's face, "Sumitomo-kun, your fat pig face is really not ordinary ugly, I can help you beautify!" ”

Bang bang bang.

Han Feng was beaten fatly, and Sumitomo Masahiro's face suddenly swelled.

Sumitomo Zhengfang was so angry that he had an idea, stuck his saber on the ground, resisted Han Feng's saber, squatted down, freed his left leg, and kicked at Han Feng.

With almost all his strength, Sumitomo Masayoshi was sure that he could kick Han Feng away.

He was a famous swordsman in the Japanese army, and he was also a famous strong man, who could kick an adult wild boar with one kick.

Unexpectedly, Han Feng smiled.

It's so cute.

Han Feng grabbed the devil's military boots, threw away the handle of the saber himself, grabbed the devil with both hands, quickly rotated, swished, picked up the devil in the air, and after a few laps, threw the devil away, whoosh, ah! The leader of the devil squadron screamed miserably, and flew fifteen meters away, and was planted headfirst into a broken ruined roof!

Han Feng clapped his hands, found sabers and pistols, rifles, machine guns, etc., and left.

A few minutes after Han Feng left, Japanese troops arrived.

Dozens of Japanese soldiers quickly spotted the body of the Sumitomo squadron leader, who was lying upside down on a roof.

They also found a large area of Japanese corpses, and they were immediately terrified.

"How so?"

"There must be a large number of Chinese troops attacking us."

After Sumitomo Masayoshi's body was rescued, he was not completely dead, and weakly and tenaciously told about the strength of the enemy.

"An enemy? No way. ”

"Lieutenant Sumitomo is an excellent swordsman and a strong man. How strong should the enemy that even he fears be strong? ”

In the midst of the discussion of the Japanese soldiers, the head of the squadron leader of Sumitomo gradually freed himself from his chest cavity and died.

The Japanese army inspected the entire Tofu Street.

The faces of every Japanese officer and soldier were incredulous, shocked, and afraid.

Everywhere there are the corpses of Nanjing residents, those who have been bombarded by shells, those who have been killed and injured by poison gas bombs, those who have been killed by bullets in Japanese dramas, those who have been stabbed to death with bayonets, and all sorts of things.

This, the Japanese soldiers are already commonplace, and they don't care about it.

In their eyes, the Chinese are cowards, dead and dead, nothing remarkable.

However, there are more than 200 corpses of Japanese soldiers here!

Together with the squadron leader Masahiro Sumitomo, who was well-known in the wing, most of the two infantry squadrons were annihilated.

What was even more shocking to them was that they found the bodies of the infantry captain Kaga Shaosa and his guards, so these Japanese officers and soldiers knelt together.

"Quick, report to the Wing Commander and all the surrounding troops, here, lurking the most ferocious troops of the Zhi Na Army, huge in number, well-equipped, very terrifying!"

"Captain Kaga was attacked and killed!"

"God of Fighting, Sumitomo-kun, the squadron leader of the third squadron, was brutally killed by the enemy!"

"Yes, there is at least one regiment of the Zhina Army lurking here!"

At the headquarters of the Wing Commander, in a commercial building 000 meters away nearby, Wing Commander Yokota and a number of officers got the news and looked at each other, and suddenly, they shouted: "Reinforcements, reinforcements!" Quick reinforcements. ”

Their superior, the commander of a certain division, also quickly got the report, and he was sad and indignant, and slapped the table: "Taoxian Street is full of Hutong area, our division has suffered heavy losses, and a brigade leader is broken, and now, near Tofu Street, there is such a fierce battle, and a brigade leader is lost?" What is wrong with the Imperial Army? ”