Song Wen has always rushed to the front, and was the first to rush into the position of Qi Yuan's squadron in the face of bullets.

A Japanese soldier screamed and stabbed Song Wen in the chest with a rifle with a bayonet in his hand, but the next second he felt a chill on his neck, and suddenly he couldn't breathe.

The Japanese soldier lowered his head in disbelief, looked at the increasing blood on his chest, opened his mouth, but blood spilled from his mouth and nose at the same time.

Before he could comprehend what was going on, a sharp bayonet pierced through his open mouth and out of the back of his head, turning him into a corpse.

When Qi Yuan Sangfeng first saw Song Wen rushing straight into the position with people, a trace of joy rose in his heart.

In his opinion, the white-knuckle combat ability of the Japanese soldiers was definitely able to crush those people.

But when he saw a man in his thirties leaping more than a person high with a dagger in his hand, that glimmer of joy instantly turned to despair.

He didn't even know who was in front of him, or why he had such abilities.

It has been two years since Qi Yuan Sangfeng came to the Northeast, and although there are often shadows of anti-Japanese teams during this period, they are all based on harassment, and they have no strength to confront them head-on.

Occasionally, among all the oppressed people who rose up to resist, there were also good skills, and two or three Japanese soldiers could not hold it down.

Every time he meets such people, Qi Yuan Sang Feng will turn them into the souls of his own swords.

But the person who appeared in his eyes now made him feel terrified involuntarily, and he didn't even have the courage to fight with him.

And in his eyes, the warriors of the Empire, who were invincible in white-knuckle warfare, were all turned into vulnerable wastes in front of those people.

Momentum, strength, fighting spirit, all the conditions that can lead to the final victory seem to have been lost.

Perhaps in the eyes of those people, they have already become cold corpses; And all they're doing now is adding some marks and labels to these corpses.

In just ten minutes, there were only a dozen of the sixty or seventy soldiers in Qi Yuan's squadron, and the casualties of the other side were less than twenty.

Such a casualty ratio was something that Qi Yuan Sangfeng never dreamed of.

His eyes stared at Song Wen, who had just slashed a dagger through the throat of a Japanese soldier, and walked towards Song Wen step by step.

At this time, Song Wen had already killed the red eye, which was the first time in his life for more than 30 years.

It's true that he's killed people a long time ago, but compared to this time, the previous ones weren't killing people at all.

What surprised him even more was that seeing the blood flowers blooming in front of his eyes, his heart was full of excitement, and every cell in his body was cheering.

When he found a Japanese officer dragging a knife towards him, Song Wen subconsciously stopped and stood tall, looking at the other party with contempt in his eyes.

Qi Yuan Sangfeng stood two meters in front of Song Wen, slowly raised the command knife, wiped the blood on the white gloves, held the knife in both hands, stared at Song Wen deadly, and his voice was hoarse with hatred:

"The people of China! I, Qi Yuan Sangfeng, will duel with you! ”

Song Wen subconsciously arched his hand, seemed to realize that something was wrong, immediately put his hand down, looked at Qi Yuan Sang Feng and sneered and said:

"You? Unworthy! ”

Song Wen's words angered Qi Yuan Sang Feng, he didn't speak again, but roared angrily and raised his knife, rushed towards Song Wen, and slashed head-on with all his strength.

Song Wen did not hide, but clenched the dagger in his hand; As for the reason, he himself could not say.

"Boom"

Qi Yuan Sangfeng took three steps back, and the command knife in his hand came out of his hand and landed on the ground three meters away.

And Song Wen stood in place, not moving an inch.

What made Qi Yuan Sangfeng unacceptable the most was that the dagger in Song Wen's hand was horizontal.

In Qi Yuan Sangfeng's view, this was a great insult, but Song Wen himself did not mean this.

The reason why he didn't use the blade of the dagger to touch Qi Yuan Sangfeng's knife was because he knew the sharpness of this dagger, and if he greeted it like that, Qi Yuan Sangfeng's knife would inevitably break.

In that case, whether it was the tip of the broken knife or the broken blade held in Qi Yuan Sangfeng's hand, it could hurt Song Wen.

He stood in place and looked at Qi Yuan Sangfeng, calmly pointed to the command knife a few meters away, and said lightly:

"Go pick it up, go on."

Qi Yuan Sang Feng looked at the knife on the ground, and then at Song Wen with an indifferent face, the expression on his face instantly distorted to the extreme, and he picked up the Type 38 rifle in the hand of a Japanese soldier's corpse from the ground with a strange scream, and the bright bayonet stabbed straight into Song Wen's chest.

This time, Song Wen stepped back to the right to dodge, and then quickly raised his right hand and swept towards Qi Yuan Sangfeng's face.

Only this time, he still used the blade of the knife, not the blade.

The dagger slapped flat on Qi Yuan Sangfeng's face, but it was like a heavy punch, which made him dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

A few seconds later, when Qi Yuan Sang Feng raised his head again and looked at Song Wen with the dizziness in his head, he found that Song Wen was still looking at him with that indifferent and contemptuous expression, and said lightly:

"Don't worry, you can wait for a while, I'll wait for you."

Qi Yuan Sangfeng's spirit completely collapsed.

He had long been accustomed to seeing the look of fear on the faces of Chinese people when they saw him.

He was in control of the life and death of those people, and those people had to be afraid, fearful, not daring to resist in the slightest, not even showing a trace of hatred.

Otherwise, Qi Yuan Sang Feng would not hesitate to cut off that person's head.

But now, Song Wen looked at him like a humble and insignificant poor worm, looking at him from above, with contempt.

This is something that Qi Yuan Sang Feng can't accept no matter what.

He was unwilling, reluctant, but powerless.

Song Wen didn't seem to see the change in Qi Yuan's mood at all, or maybe he saw it, but he didn't care at all.

At this time, Song Wen was more like a cat that had just caught a mouse, he was playing with Qi Yuan Sangfeng and treating him as a plaything in his hands.

Qi Yuan Sang Feng looked up to the sky in despair and roared, unloaded the bayonet with his backhand, stabbed it into his stomach fiercely, and then used horizontal force to cut a hole nearly a foot long.

Blood flowed out of the internal organs and intestines and fell on the upper of Qi Yuan Sangfu's shoes, but there was no trace of pain and fear on his face, but a smile as relieved as relief.

Song Wen walked up to him, picked up the intestines attached to Qi Yuan Sangfeng's stomach with a dagger, looked at it, and asked lightly:

"What does that mean? Don't want to get my knife dirty? ”

The smile on Qi Yuan Sang Feng's face instantly froze, and then turned into anger:

"Yaga! Ignorant ...... The people of China, this is, the glory of the emperor's ** people! ”