Chapter 255 The whole army is annihilated

The second master originally wanted to pretend to be dead to avoid the little devil, but at this time, when he saw that his brothers were brutally killed, even if he was no longer bloody, he couldn't bear the insults and contempt that his brothers were subjected to at this moment.

The second boss didn't wait for himself to get up, and as soon as he raised his right hand, the "horn" was two shots, and these two shots, impartial, just beat the two little devils who had not had time to withdraw the bayonets from their bodies.

As soon as he fired, he attracted the Japanese soldiers who had already walked past him back.

As soon as his identity was revealed, he couldn't pretend to be dead, his body rolled, rolled under a big tree, and stood up with a "rub" sound by the tree pole. Looking at the little devil rushing over, it's just a shot.

When people are nervous, they are prone to make mistakes. This shot only heard the sound of the nose hitting the fuselage with a "horn", and the bullet did not go out. The second master was stunned, and subconsciously took the barge gun back to his eyes to take a look, only to know that there were no bullets in the gun.

If it is placed in normal times, changing the magazine is a normal thing for him, his left hand is not injured, and he changes to a new magazine, which is a blink of an eye. But now, his left hand has been crippled by heavy machine gun bullets, and he can't take the magazine, only his right hand is easy to use, and the little devil won't give him time.

At this time, the second boss didn't have time to think about it, and with a wave of his right hand, he smashed the shell gun at a Japanese soldier who rushed towards him. With the right foot raised, he picked up a 38 pose from the snow, the right hand exercised, holding the gun drag, and the left hand used his forearm to form a bayonet mount style.

As soon as Prince Xiong heard the sound of gunfire here, he immediately brought a few of his subordinates around, and when he saw the appearance of the second master, he admired him from the bottom of his heart, so he stepped forward and brought a handful of 38 style: Prince Xiong wanted to go into battle in person and fight with him: "The work of fighting bayonets, yours, very good, our competition." ”

Although the second master has good kung fu, agile skills, and accurate shooting, when it comes to the ability to fight bayonets, he still can't compare with the Japanese, not to mention that his left hand is now crippled and he can't hold the gun.

It's just that at this time, he can't think about it so much, he understands in his heart that in the current situation, no matter what, it is impossible to escape death, standing is also death, and bowing his head and begging for mercy is also death. His character has always been to accept the soft and not the hard, and he has never looked at the little devil squarely.

"Haha, okay, I'm about to teach you bastards a lesson." The second master shook his spirit, walked over from the big tree, stood forward with his left leg, formed a "bow" step, stared at Prince Xiong, and said fiercely.

Prince Xiong laughed and said, "Mixi, there is a backbone, I like it." Yours, the dead, the burial of the samurai. After this guy finished speaking, he was not ambiguous, shook the bayonet, pulled a knife flower, and came over to the chest of the second master.

Although the second master has not learned the Japanese bayonet, he is also from a practicing family, and he is also proficient in knives, guns, swords, and halberds, but he is limited by the injury of his left hand and cannot show his skills, but martial arts were originally summarized from daily fighting, so he still knows some of the tricks of fighting bayonets.

Prince Xiong had a flat thorn and came straight to the chest of the second master.

The left hand was injured, so the second master's right hand grasped the handle of the gun, pressed the barrel of the gun tightly against the small arm of the left hand, and stared at the opponent's bayonet with his eyes. Until the opponent's bayonet came, he slammed out, and then went up with him, pushed the gun to the right, and with the strength of his left arm, the sharp bayonet ran towards the opponent's waist and slashed over.

Although the left hand of the second master is broken, the strength of the left arm is still there, and this hard push, as long as the bayonet touches the opponent's body, even if it can't stab the opponent, it will seriously injure the opponent.

"Yours, it's really amazing, the samurai's work, it's great, it's good!" Prince Xiong is by no means an idle person, although before fighting the bayonet, he more or less despised the other party: one reason is that the opponent's left hand has been injured, and fighting the bayonet is a two-handed job, and there is only one hand left, even if you have the ability, it is difficult to play. The second reason is that few Chinese pay attention to and study the tactic of bayonets. Japan is different, in Japan, whether you are a soldier or not, boys are trained in swordsmanship from an early age.

What Prince Xiong did not expect was that the Chinese in front of him, although his left hand was disabled, but this bayonet tactic was really not simple, and this first round did not fall behind at all. He watched the other party's bayonet sweep towards his waist, and he didn't see him dodging, but also stared at the opponent's blade, the body of the gun was slightly raised, and the bayonet to the bayonet was also violently bumped out, and he heard a "snap", and the two bayonets collided together, and sparks flashed in an instant.

Although the second leader has been prepared for a long time, it is still a bit unexpected that the opponent is so strong. Looking at the weak appearance of the opponent Fu Wenwen, but as soon as he put up the bayonet, his aggressive eyes couldn't help but be a little frightened.

As soon as he succeeded, Prince Xiong pulled out with his strength, and blocked the bayonet swept over by the second master, and without waiting for the other party to exert any more force, he was a snake with the stick, probed the bayonet forward, and stabbed the left arm of the second master.

This trick came too quickly, and the second master's original left hand was disabled, so it affected his reaction. He was about to press back the bayonet that had been bumped over, who knows, the opponent's bayonet, rushed to his left arm and stabbed him, he had to jump back, trying to dodge completely, but he was still a little slower, and he heard a "stab" sound, and the leather jacket on his left forearm was instantly scratched, and the forearm was cold, and it was a shocking pain.

This move was too yin, and the second master couldn't help but let out an "oops", and when he looked at it again, blood flowed out along the torn leather jacket.

At this moment, it was already a matter of life and death, and I saw the silver teeth of the second master clenched, his right hand held the gun and dragged it, and he smashed it on the bleeding left little arm, took a step forward, and yelled: "Come again!" ”

Humans and wolves have something in common, they can't see blood, and they go crazy when they see blood! At this moment, Prince Xiong was like this, when he saw that his opponent saw blood, and there was no sign of surrendering defeat at all, he couldn't help but open his eyes and shouted: "Come again!" ”

In the blink of an eye, both Prince Xiong and the second boss started to live with real fire, just like two aggressive lions, with their eyes wide open, holding their breath, staring at each other, hating to swallow their opponents in their stomachs at once.

The left hand of the second master was injured, and at this time the arm was stabbed again, so he was a little anxious, so he didn't wait for his breath to be stable, and stepped forward, and came to a Chinese martial arts spearmanship, "Silver Snake Spit Letter", the bayonet flashed, and stabbed Prince Xiong's face.

To say that this Prince Xiong is really not an ordinary little devil, although there are only a few back, but he has already discovered the weakness of the opponent: that is, his left hand, can not hold the body of the gun, can only rely on the strength of the arm, and when he stabs his left side, the opponent's left arm can use the force, if he stabs his right side, the opponent's left arm basically only plays the role of a shelf. You don't need any strength at all.

As soon as Prince Xiong, the bastard, thought about this, he couldn't help but smile secretly in his heart, only to see him look at the bayonet running towards him, and as soon as he raised his gun, he pulled it out to his right side, and sure enough, the opponent's gun was smashed to the side at once.

The cunning Prince Bear would not let go of this opportunity, and he did not withdraw the body of the gun, but at close range, the bayonet pressed down, and stabbed the second master in the chest.

Although the second master was prepared, he still didn't expect that the little devil would pull out his gun ruthlessly, but this move came too violently, and the gun body instantly detached from the left forearm, if it wasn't for his right hand holding tightly, the whole gun would fall to the ground.

In order not to let the gun body fail, the second master hurriedly stepped forward, and at the same time, his body turned to his right side, trying to put the gun back on his left forearm. But in this way, his entire body is completely exposed to the opponent's bayonet.

Prince Xiong was waiting for this opportunity. As soon as he saw that his opponent was turning around, this guy couldn't help but have a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

The side of the second master, but before his left forearm reached the body of the gun, he felt that his chest was cold, and then he felt a wave of heat, which leaked out in an instant, as if he had taken all the strength of his whole body away. He glanced at his chest with some incredulity.

At this glance, he was completely stunned: he saw that a 38-style bayonet was inserted in his left front chest, and a stream of bright red blood was spraying out from all around the bayonet, and the heat in his body was leaking from here.

The body of the second master leaned forward and almost did not fall. He looked up at Prince Xiong standing in front of him, and said with a grin, "You have beaten me." Immediately, he was afraid that he would fall, so he hurriedly turned the spear he held in his right hand, turned around, and the bayonet went down, and slammed it into the snow, and then, leaning his body on the gun, held it firmly with his right hand.

"Your, Manchurian samurai, my admiration!" Prince Xiong stood upright, and said with a military salute of a Japanese soldier to him in a proper manner. Then with a wave of his hand, let his soldiers, do not touch him.

"Second master, wait for me, brother will accompany you on the road!" A bearded man who was leaning on a tree and had been seriously injured saw that the second master had slowly closed his eyes, he struggled with his last bit of strength, shouted loudly, stretched out his hand, unloaded a bayonet, and thrust it into his right chest, his head tilted, and he also lost his breath.

"The two of them, all of them are well buried." Prince Xiong glanced at the two people, and then said to his subordinates.

At this moment, the dozens of brothers who followed the second boss to block the attack have all been killed, all of these people are heroes, none of them escaped or betrayed and begged for mercy, all of them fought to the end.

And by the time Hu Da blows around, the battle is over.

As soon as he saw that hundreds of his brothers had all been killed, he rushed over without thinking about bringing a hundred or so of his men.

Although Prince Xiong has already won the victory, this guy is really cunning enough, and when he cleaned up the battlefield, he still had a Kwantung Army squadron ambushed aside. Because from the information he had already spooked, he knew that there were three armed groups here, totaling about four to five hundred people, and he had eliminated less than three hundred.

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