Zhao Dayong slashed and slashed, and more than a dozen knives went down in succession, but Xu Bee Guangzhi did not have any effective counterattack except for dodging.

It's not that I don't want to, but the soreness in my arms hasn't fully recovered.

Moreover, Xu Bee Guangzhijin also hopes that Zhao Dayong can keep chasing him like this and chopping.

He didn't believe that Zhao Dayong's strength was inexhaustible, and holding such a heavy broadsword to continuously chop and chop would definitely consume a huge amount of physical strength.

Subee Hironojin wanted to wait for Zhao Da's courage to be insufficient before starting to fight back, and he just happened to be able to take this opportunity to recover his sore arms.

Sure enough, Zhao Dayong's attack speed slowed down significantly after swinging more than a dozen knives in a row, and his breath couldn't keep up.

The corners of Su Bee Hirojin's mouth hooked up a sly smile, and after avoiding Zhao Dayong's head-on slash once, he suddenly stepped up and swung the knife, slashing horizontally at Zhao Dayong's right ribs.

However, at the moment when he slashed out that knife, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of a sly smile on the corner of Zhao Dayong's mouth, and his heart suddenly moved.

However, at that time, the tip of the big knife in Zhao Dayong's hand was still on the ground, and there was no time to block it horizontally.

But then Su Bee Guangzhijin was shocked to find that Zhao Dayong's hand that had been tied to the handle of the knife suddenly let go.

Raise your hand, clench your fist, and punch out.

A series of movements are completed in 0.5 seconds, and it perfectly explains what it means to have a "punch as big as a punch" on the face.

Subee Hironojin only felt that his eyes were dark, and there was a "buzz" in his head, and he lost consciousness instantly.

The war knife, which was less than twenty centimeters away from Zhao Dayong's ribs, lost control and fell to the ground with a "dang long".

Zhao Dayong threw away the big knife in his left hand that had been cut off in half and there were still a few gaps in the blade, bent down and picked up the war knife of Whisker Hironojin, took a step forward, and aimed the tip of the knife at Whisker Hironojin's chest.

Seeing this, the other two squadron leaders immediately rushed over from twenty or thirty meters away, shouting loudly as they ran:

"Yaga! Stop it! Shameless Shina people, this is not the spirit of the samurai......"

"Poof!"

With a soft sound, the war knife instantly penetrated the heart of the bearded bee Hironojin, and the tip of the knife leaked out from behind and entered the earth half a foot.

"Wu you taxi!" Zhao Dayong's voice was cold and his face was hideous, and his eyes were fixed on the two Japanese officers who were less than ten meters away from him.

The two of them looked at each other, staring at Zhao Dayong vigilantly and stepping back at the same time.

"Company commander be careful!"

An exclamation suddenly came from behind the side, Zhao Dayong subconsciously bent over, kicked the ground with both feet at the same time, and jumped out towards the right front.

A bayonet slashed against his back, leaving a wound more than a foot long and half an inch deep on his back, and blood flowed profusely.

Zhao Dayong rolled on the ground, ignoring the pain in his back, and his body bounced directly off the ground.

Zhao Dayong, who stood up, happened to face the position he had just been in, and saw a Japanese soldier about to stab him in the chest with a bayonet again.

Zhao Dayong took a large half step forward with his left foot, followed with his right foot, and his body moved sideways and turned half a direction.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the muzzle of the gun that the Japanese soldier had not had time to withdraw, and forcefully put it into his arms.

The Japanese soldier was caught off guard, his body suddenly lost his balance, and he crashed straight into Zhao Dayong.

"Shall I you!" Zhao Dayong scolded angrily, and hit the Japanese soldier in the nose with a hook punch with his right hand.

"Uh......"

The Japanese soldier only had time to let out a muffled grunt before his forward body flew upside down and fell heavily on the ground a meter away.

Zhao Dayong squinted at the Japanese soldier with a collapsed nose and half of his face covered with blood, raised his hand to remove half of the front teeth embedded in the flesh from his fist, threw it on the ground, stepped forward and made up for it, hitting the vital point.

The Japanese soldier who had fallen into a coma curled up unconsciously, his face was swollen with the same color as blood, and his breath immediately became weak, only breathing, but no breathing.

Seeing this, the two Japanese squadron leaders in the distance distorted their expressions almost at the same time, and they both drew their swords and rushed towards Zhao Dayong.

Their retreat just now was not out of fear, but because they saw the Japanese soldier sneaking up on Zhao Dayong from behind, trying to attract Zhao Dayong's attention.

The rush now is not to avenge Subee Hironojin or the Japanese soldier, but not to do it.

The white-knuckle battle had been going on for nearly forty minutes, and more than half of the Japanese soldiers in the two squadrons had died.

Even if the two of them could have put all the blame for the defeat of the battle on the dead Bearded Hironojin, they would have no chance to retreat at all.

There are only two outcomes of white-knuckle battles, either win or lose, and it is simply impossible to retreat.

Once the soldiers on both sides separated, both sides were bound to shoot at the first opportunity.

And just outside the battle circle of white-knuckle combat, there were more than two dozen soldiers of the independent battalion armed with light machine guns who were already ready.

As long as the devils dare to retreat, they will immediately shoot.

If the remaining 150-odd Japanese soldiers could hold out for an hour in the white-knuckle battle, once they retreated, they would be completely wiped out in less than five minutes.

However, the casualties on the side of the independent battalion were not small, and the number of soldiers who died was close to 100.

The two Japanese squadron leaders could only hope for a miracle or an opportunity to turn the tide of the battle by killing the opposing commander's morale.

Zhao Dayong stepped forward and pulled out the war knife from the corpse of Subee Hironojin, and stood there with a fearless face, waiting for the two Japanese squadron leaders to rush forward.

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed towards Zhao Dayong from the left, and he immediately subconsciously swept with his sword.

At the moment when the knife had been raised, Zhou He's voice suddenly came into his ears:

"It's me!"

But Zhao Dayong's knife could no longer be contained, although the strength was withdrawn in time, but the knife still swept along the set route.

If Zhou He hadn't blocked it with the big knife in his hand, I am afraid that he would have been seriously injured under Zhao Dayong's knife.

"What the hell, kill the red eye?!" Zhou He's voice was a little angry.

Zhao Dayong grinned:

"Less nonsense, people are coming."

As he spoke, he lifted the knife again and slashed at the Japanese squadron leader who rushed towards him.

Although Zhou He's figure is not as good as Zhao Dayong, his combat effectiveness is not bad at all, and the big knife in his hand slashed down with a gust of wind, and the momentum completely suppressed the Japanese squadron leader who fought with him.

Originally, Zhou He's attack with a wide opening and closing was very dangerous, because as long as the opponent dodged in time, he could seize the flaw and fight back.

But the death of Hironojin Subee directly affected the mentality of those two Japanese squadron leaders.

In other words, they don't dare to ......