Yan Yi did not hesitate, his eyebrows raised, his eyes widened, and he roared, swinging his gun and stabbing the bayonet directly at the chest of Matsushita Jiro, who was holding the command knife

Matsushita Jiro can do the captain of the Japanese army, and the military quality is naturally good, swinging the knife with his right hand and turning sideways at the same time

The "Qiang" bayonet and the command knife made a piercing metallic collision

The bayonet lost its accuracy and went into the air above Matsushita Jiro's shoulder, and Matsushita Jiro quickly slashed Yan Yi with both hands and slashed in the air, and quickly blocked this kill

But the surrounding Japanese troops also surrounded in this short period of time, more than a dozen bayonets stabbed at Yan Yi at the same time, Rao is Yan Yi is brave and agile, and there is no way back, more than a dozen bayonets stabbed into his chest almost at the same time, the front and back are piercing, Yan Yi has become a hedgehog, a mouthful of blood splattered out of his mouth, spraying the front Matsushita Jiro face, Yan Yi let out a rude laugh, the voice was cold and piercing, so that Matsushiro inexplicably had a cold war, but soon he howled, raised the command knife again, and slashed at Yan Yi's neck

A pillar of blood splashed, Yan Yi's head rolled to the ground, the devil soldiers pulled out their bayonets one after another, Yan Yi's body staggered two steps, and miraculously stood for dozens of seconds before falling down

"Brigade Seat"

"Brigade Seat"

"The brigade was killed by devils"

Yan Yi's guards first discovered Yan Yi's tragic death, and the heart-rending howl suddenly resounded throughout the mountain, and all the soldiers abandoned their opponents and rushed to the place where Yan Yi died desperately

They all had red eyes and bared their teeth, howling and roaring, as if out of the forest, the fierce orcs, the people blocked the killing of the Buddha, and the killing of the Buddha made the enemy chaotic for a while, some of the devils simply turned sideways to get out of the way, of course, some were stabbed to death by the enemy during the run, but at this time, no one took their lives to heart, and there was no precedent for the commander of the security regiment to abandon the soldiers, if the soldiers lost the supreme commander, it was a shame for them to live

The first to be killed was Hu Zhankui and more than a dozen soldiers, Yan Yi's corpse was lying on the ground, the rank of major general on his shoulder was particularly dazzling, and his head fell nearly a meter away from his corpse, standing steadily, as if planted in the soil, a face coated with red liquid, unable to see the expression, but the eyes were still swollen

The soldiers did not have a sad look, and there was only anger and murder in their eyes, and suddenly spread in this square inch, which made people feel breathless, and the soldiers did not have a word, and they raised their knives and guns to pounce like wolves at the dozen devils who had already surrounded Matsushita Jiro in the center

Hu Zhankui flew up and down with a ghost head knife, and immediately slashed two devils under the knife, as more and more soldiers joined in, in less than two minutes, more than a dozen devil soldiers fell to the ground, without exception, all of them were stabbed to pieces and their bodies were separated

Matsushita Jiro held the knife in both hands, turned in a circle, looked at the soldiers surrounding him, his face was white, beads of sweat were like rain, his whole body was trembling, and there was only despair and fear in his eyes

Hu Zhankui stepped forward and knocked him to the ground with one kick, and a person whose will had completely collapsed naturally couldn't talk about any combat effectiveness

"Bring it over"

After Hu Zhankui finished speaking, he walked up to Yan Yi's head, knelt down straight, knocked his head three times, and shouted angrily: "Brigade, I will send this beast to you first, and then you will wait for us, brothers."

Hu Zhankui got up, and a soldier had already taken the muddy Matsushita Jiro past him and kicked him in the crook of his leg, making him kneel in front of Yan Yi's head

Hu Zhankui stood on the right side of Matsushita Jiro, compared the knife to his neck, but did not cut it, waved the knife at the soldiers in front of him left and right, signaling them to get out of the way, he wanted the devil soldiers to see with their own eyes how their captain died under his knife

In fact, in this short period of time, the Japanese army actually stopped fighting, lined up on the mountainside and re-confronted, and the distance between the two sides was less than two meters, and the white-knuckle battle was fought into such a situation, I am afraid that no one would have thought that there might be many Japanese soldiers who did not know what was going on, as if the two tigers were tired of biting, they cherished this rare opportunity to rest, and they were facing each other like this, and no one took a step forward

Suddenly, a path was divided, which made the Japanese very nervous, the bayonet in their hands was held more tightly, and some adjustment steps began to be made under their feet, and soon they found that it was not an attack, and many Japanese soldiers in the passage to get out of the way saw that their captain was kneeling on the ground in great fear, and a lieutenant colonel with a bloody face and a terrifying scar viciously took turns to open the broadsword

A white shadow drew a half-arc, and with a "Karma" sound, Matsushita Jiro's head flew up three or four meters high, and a stream of red liquid splashed out from the headless neck, and then the corpse fell to the ground with a puff of yellow dust

The Japanese army began to stir, crying and scolding, and even there was a rush of action

Hu Zhankui strode to the front of the battle with a blood-dripping knife, his steel teeth were clenched, his eyes were cold, and the Japanese soldiers who looked at the Japanese army in front of him like steel suddenly stopped the commotion and shouted, staring at Hu Zhankui with their eyes fixedly, although no one retreated, but there was a trace of uneasiness in their eyes, and they still betrayed their cowardice

Hu Zhankui did not move, his eyes did not slant and he said awe-inspiringly: " Brothers, we used to be spurned by others, and everyone looked down on them, but no wonder we are the commanders, who do not sincerely resist Japan, regard us as grass mustard, but the brigade treats us like brothers, eats, wears, and leads, he treats us equally, never has two hearts, and sincerely resists Japan, so I serve him, the world says that our Northeast Army has lost half of China, and now the brigade seat is dead in front of us, if we run again, we are really pigs and dogs, and even if we live, we can't raise our heads for the rest of our lives, so today we don't live, kill this group of beasts, go underground and accompany the brigade together?”

"Kill, kill, kill"

"Kill these brutes and go with the brigade"

Before Hu Zhankui's words were finished, the shouts of the mountains and the tsunami suddenly sounded on the hillside, and the soldiers were about to split one by one, their blood was arrogant, their big knives were raised, their spears were raised, and they rushed towards the enemy with a roar, and the melee was staged again

In fact, at this time, there were less than 300 people, and the Japanese army at least exceeded 600, but in less than five minutes, it became more than 200, chasing more than 600 devils all over the mountain, because it was almost crazy, it was completely a lifeless way of fighting, even if it was stabbed and cut by the Japanese army, as long as there was still a breath, they would jump up and knock the enemy down, even if they bit their teeth and hit their heads to kill their opponents, the Japanese soldiers have always been cruel and have no mercy to raise butcher knives to the weak, but they are also afraid when they encounter this group of dead soldiers

The west side is already like blood