"Ah??????h Jiang Haoran raised his head to the sky and roared, raised his knife and pointed it at the little devil, spoke a word of Japanese, and rushed into the enemy group with a roar. Raise the knife, raise the knife, raise the knife??????

Since the invasion of China, this Japanese army squad can be described as experienced in a hundred battles, each carrying dozens or even hundreds of Chinese lives, in their eyes the Chinese are cowardly, cowardly, and have always been swords, so that their militarist thinking has been expanding day by day, thinking that the imperial army of the Great Japanese Empire is invincible in the world. Slaughter! Driven by the spirit of bushido, they raised their butcher knives to the Chinese ** people, enjoying the pleasure of killing in all kinds of cruel ways. They never thought that today, just today, since a Chinese ** person used a cold weapon like killing chickens and ducks, he cut off more than 20 heads of imperial warriors. An unprecedented fear hung over the hearts of most Japanese soldiers. And fear is contagious, and someone is heard shouting, "Run!" After that, as if he had heard the order, the little devil raised his legs and ran.

"Bang", "Bang" two gunshots, the two little devils running in front should fall to the ground. Ichiro Yamaguchi raised the smoking Wangba box and roared: "Yaga! No refund! Stand back, die, die, drip! A squad of Imperial warriors is intimidated by a Chinese soldier, and you will bring shame on the Empire and your family! Warriors of the Empire, bring out your samurai spirit, kill him, and wash away your shame with his blood! Kill the chicken to give! ”

"Kill the chicken!"

"Kill the chicken!"

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More than thirty little devils were frightened and agitated by Yamaguchi Ichiro, turned their heads, divided into three rows, and shouted and charged with bright bayonets, like a chariot with fangs crushing towards Jiang Haoran.

Seeing Chen Yihan die in front of him, Jiang Haoran's adrenaline rose sharply, and if he was still a little timid at the beginning, he had been burned out by the anger of revenge at this moment. It's not that he likes Chen Yihan so much, after all, I've only known each other for so long, and it's to say how deep the feelings are. Jiang Haoran came from later generations, and the Japanese did not directly harm him. But this period of historical damage brought by the Japanese to the Chinese is a hurdle that all Chinese with national complexes can never overcome, and the education of later generations and the propaganda of film and television make Jiang Haoran seem to have a gritted hatred for the Japanese, which has grown in his heart since he was a child. Chen Yihan's death was like a fuse, completely igniting his boy's blood.

"Rush!" Jiang Haoran's face was hideous, he raised his knife and pointed directly, and rushed through the middle of the devil's bayonet array. Jingle, the big knife swung left and right to create a gap, lifted his right leg and kicked on the chest of a devil. After the sound of a broken bone sounded, the little devil flew out as if he had been hit by a cannonball, and after taking the two devils behind him down, he rolled on the ground a few times, hit a stone to block it, turned over again, and then threw himself to the ground. A puff of yellow dust was raised with a "porphyry", and he lay motionless on the ground. Jiang Haoran didn't have time to care about his life or death, so he slashed and slashed left and right in this narrow passage almost crazy, and for a while, the sound of messy footsteps, the sound of metal colliding, the sound of bones breaking, and the sound of blood spurting were mixed with the roar of a wolf, the heart-rending scream, the scolding of gnashing teeth, and the cry of a chilling cicada. The entire battlefield is no longer a "chaos" word.

Jiang Haoran, who had passed through the enemy formation, turned his head slowly, the military hat on his head was gone, his short hair was like a sword and a halberd, his whole body was like a blood bath, his face was wide open, his teeth were clenched to reveal two rows of steel teeth, and the muscles on his face were shaking with the raised corners of his mouth, which was indescribably hideous and terrifying.

Quiet! Eerie silence! At the moment when Jiang Haoran turned around, it seemed that time had stopped. Only a string of blood beads followed the tip of the knife in Jiang Haoran's hand, no, it should be the tip of the saw that was more appropriate, and the slipping drop by drop proved that this qiē was not illusory.

The little devils were stunned one by one as if they were soulless, and their strange expressions froze on their faces, as if they were terrified to the extreme.

A cool evening breeze blew slowly from the valley, making the already creepy devils feel a chill that went straight to the bone marrow. I never thought that this cool breeze would become the last straw that overwhelmed the devil.

A devil's hand trembled, and the 38 big cover in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. All the devils woke up like a nightmare, hulala fell to their knees, their heads like pounding garlic and crying: "Grandpa, spare your life!" "Mom, I want Mommy!" "Spare your life!" ?????? Its feelings are not inexorable, and its voice is not miserable.

"It's late, it's too late! From the day you set foot on the soil of China, you are destined to be where you are today. Letting you live one more minute is my crime against the Chinese. Jiang Haoran's eyes were gloomy, he used the tip of the knife to play with a stump and broken arm underground, threw away the knife, and picked out a Japanese Type 96 6.5 mm light machine gun from the bloodstain, which was a new type of light machine gun developed by Little Japan in 1936 to make up for the many shortcomings of the "crooked handle", which the Chinese called "crutches". Swing left and right to shake off the fine skin, broken bones, and blood stains on it. Remove the bayonet with his left hand, rub the lever against his thigh, and load the bullet. The right arm clamped the butt, and the right index finger pulled the trigger. "Da, da, da??????" The little devil's 30 bullets actually didn't fire, and Jiang Haoran swept them out with precision and point-and-shoot until he hung up.

One or twenty devils were strafed by machine guns at a distance of two or three meters, and the tragic process can be imagined, a layer of red blood mist rose in the sky for a long time, and the thick smell of blood in the air was mixed with a slight smell of feces and urine, which was disgusting. But Jiang Haoran actually didn't hear of it, and even ignored the stumps and broken arms, intestines and stomachs, and flesh and blood in one place. As soon as the right hand was released, the machine gun fell freely. He handed over the bayonet in his left hand to his right hand, and stepped into the sea of corpses and blood with blood and water. Whenever you find a devil who is still panting, you will cut him in the neck.

Suddenly, a corpse moved, and a devil crawled out from below. The little devil's hand was on the ground twice, but he didn't stand up, so he crawled down the hill with one hand and one foot.

Jiang Haoran slowly followed behind him and said fiercely: "Chinese!" It's not good to bully! Then he slashed it down.

From the waist down, the little devil was cut in two. But he didn't seem to know anything, and dragged a piece of intestines and crawled forward.

Jiang Haoran didn't know that this devil was Ichiro Yamaguchi. He was also the only devil in this battle who left alive. Many years later, a Japanese veteran recalled: "Ichiro Yamaguchi miraculously lived, and when he came back, he couldn't get enough questions, and after howling for two days and two nights, he suddenly woke up, shouted three times 'devil' and then vomited blood and died." ”

Jiang Haoran glanced at a small mountain bag about a kilometer or so opposite, paused for a moment, and inexplicably made a shooting gesture at the small mountain bag, and hurriedly turned around. When I looked up, I was actually startled.

More than a dozen people dressed as ordinary people looked at him with panicked expressions and retreated. Even Li Chang and Xu Biao were all frightened.

"What's going on, am I a tiger? Is it that scary? ”

"Company, company, company commander, are you okay?" Li Chang looked at Jiang Haoran, took two steps forward and stopped.

"I've got something! Do you think there is something wrong with me? Jiang Haoran said and patted his chest twice, "Ahh

I suddenly felt a pain in my chest. Only then did I find that there were seven or eight blood grooves on his chest and arms, but they were not deep, as if the little devil's bayonet could only pierce his epidermis and could no longer pierce it. "Alright, leave it alone." Jiang Haoran pushed away Xu Biao's hand and said, "Hurry up!" The little devil has suffered such a big loss, he won't be a little devil if he doesn't fire a few shots! ”

"Let's go, don't pick it up, run quickly! You, and you, don't pick it up, you can't even fire it if you carry a machine gun? Run, run into the woods. Jiang Haoran kept driving away this group of people.

Indeed, if you don't run, you really won't have a chance. There was really someone on the hill on the opposite side, and it was none other than Lieutenant General Yoshikaryosuke, commander of the 9th Division of the Japanese Army, and his staff officers and guards. Originally, this kind of small battle was not something that a high-ranking official of his level should worry about. However, since he saw Jiang Haoran kill his soldiers with a terrifying knife technique, he suddenly wanted to see how this Chinese soldier died at the hands of the warriors of the Empire. Because of the shift from the battlefield, a ridge blocked his view, and he had to leave the road and climb the hill with a good view. But I never thought that curiosity would really kill cats!