Liao Changsheng was empty-handed, dragging his injured body closer to Matsushima Nakagawa, fighting with bayonets with his bare hands? Matsushima Nakagawa didn't mean to bully a remnant soldier, picked up a wooden stick more than a meter long on the ground and threw it in front of Liao Changsheng. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wooden sticks fight bayonets, this is the so-called competition, Matsushima Nakagawa's Taihe knife in his hand, extremely sharp, or a few rounds can cut the wooden stick into short pieces. For the sake of the two relatives in front of him, for the backbone of the Chinese, Liao Changsheng resolutely picked up the wooden stick, and the red eyes filled with anger glared at Matsushima Nakagawa.

The exhausted body was instantly filled with strength, running quickly, the long stick was raised above his head, and he slashed down in the air with the posture of Mount Tai, Matsushima Nakagawa held the long knife to block, Liao Changsheng gritted his teeth and continued to press down, this beast-like power made Matsushima a little difficult to support, and kicked Liao Changsheng in the abdomen hard, Liao Changsheng gathered his strength to the upper body, and the chassis of the lower body was unstable, and he fell down with one blow, took two steps back, and sat on the ground.

Matsushima Nakagawa waited for the opportunity to move, slashed the moon in the air, and slashed straight at Liao Changsheng, Liao Changsheng blocked it with a wooden stick, but the long stick was cut off with a knife, Matsushima Nakagawa kept chopping, and Liao Changsheng rolled back and forth on the ground to dodge.

The bloodthirsty long knife in Matsushima Nakagawa's hand seemed to be conscious, and it had an adsorption force on Liao Changsheng's blood, and the slashing never stopped, and Liao Changsheng didn't even have a chance to stand up.

Zhang Ersil picked up the gun and was on urgent alert, paying attention to the surroundings, for fear that the devil would shoot a black gun in the back, which would be unfavorable to Liao Changsheng, and the body that had just retreated from the battlefield was already overwhelmed, and if he was shot like that again, he would definitely lose.

Matsushima Nakagawa focused all his thinking on attacking, which was the Japanese sword technique, a frantic attack that completely ignored the slightest advantage, splashing dirt and dust from the tip of the knife, and sometimes chopping stones into the dirt, "sizzling".

Liao Changsheng In this case, his mind can still run rapidly, carefully observe Matsushima Nakagawa's flaws, every time he splits the knife in the gap under the split, Matsushima Nakagawa's breathing is unstable, if he is given a heavy blow at this time, he will definitely be able to hurt his vitality and not recover for a long time.

Matsushima Nakagawa slashed down again, Liao Changsheng rolled to the right, and at the moment of lifting the knife, he moved with the momentum and kicked Matsushima Nakagawa's crotch fiercely, right in the heart.

Matsushima's face turned pale in an instant, and the pain in his crotch was unbearable, so he naturally jumped up on the spot, like a clown, his movements were funny and ridiculous.

At this moment, Liao Changsheng quickly picked up the severed wooden stick, and with a blow to the head, blood flowed down Matsushima Nakagawa's forehead, flowing through the bridge of his nose and lips, as if he had been split in half.

"Yaga!" Matsushima Nakagawa was furious, turned around and stabbed Liao Changsheng, he didn't rush to dodge, he was passed through his waist by the Taihe knife, Liao Changsheng's face was ugly, he covered the wound, took a few steps back, tore off the tattered coat on his upper body, trapped the wound with force, and clenched the crown of his teeth, but it was difficult to exert force, and the harder he tried, the more blood flowed.

Matsushima slashed at Liao Changsheng like a bloodthirsty monster, Liao Changsheng dodged sideways left and right, obviously slowed down a lot after being injured, and when he didn't pay attention, he was cut by the Taihe knife on his arm, and the blood flowed out and dripped down his fingertips.

Zhang Er Silly couldn't stand still, and when he took two steps forward and was about to rush up, he was stopped by Liao Changsheng and said, "Er Silly, I may not be your eldest brother anymore, if I can go, just go, take the black jackal, remember to say thank you to Sister Feng!" Liao Changsheng bent over, barely supported to stand up, and his breathing became tighter and tighter.

"Let's go! Hehe, no one can leave! Matsushima Nakagawa showed his blood-stained teeth, with a dark smile on his face, and slashed at Liao Changsheng again, Liao Changsheng dodged and did not stand firm, and fell to the ground, exhausted.

Su Maosheng, who was bound, was distressed and unbearable, but his mouth was covered, and even the sound of roaring was released, struggling frantically, Xie Chenggong looked at the smile that Uncle Changsheng gave him, and tears flowed out.

Matsushima Nakagawa stepped on Liao Changsheng's arm with both feet, the pain was unbearable, and the screams were terrible, but Liao Changsheng still gritted his teeth and endured, Matsushima Nakagawa's forehead was bleeding and dripping onto Liao Changsheng's lips, at this time Liao Changsheng suddenly laughed, remembering the ancient poems that Su Maosheng often read to himself when he was a child,

"Who has not died in life since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat!"

Liao Changsheng coughed up blood and slowly spit out these words: "Keep Dan and sweat!" The smile is still there.

"Yo Xi, go die!" Matsushima Nakagawa raised the long knife and stabbed it towards Liao Changsheng's chest, and when the tip of the knife was about to fall, he saw a figure running over bravely, it was the figure of the white cloth robe, Su Maosheng broke free of control, ran over and ran over and smashed away Matsushima Nakagawa with all his strength.

Liao Changsheng, who was lying on the ground, smiled at Su Maosheng, the last affection between father and son stayed at this moment, the devil behind Su Maosheng, "bang" shot out, Liao Changsheng tried to move his body to block this shot for Su Maosheng, but there was nothing he could do.

The bullet slowed down several times in Liao Changsheng's field of vision, and slowly passed through Su Maosheng's chest, this feeling of spinning and grinding meat made him spit out blood, and shouted, "Daddy!" ”

Although Su Maosheng was covered with his mouth, the last touch of his father's smile was very clear in Liao Changsheng's eyes, and then his body leaned back, and he spent the last breath of his life reading the shocking ancient poem "Leave Dan to take care of the sweat", although there was no clear accent, only the vague sound of his lips rubbing against the white cloth, but Liao Changsheng, Zhang Ersil, and Xie Chenggong could hear it clearly, and the moment of falling was vivid.

The fall of Su Maosheng and the death of the whole village, it was not only Liao Changsheng who was sad, Li Zhi, who was mixed in the middle of the devils, moistened his eyes, was in pain, covered his mouth and quietly hid in the corner, not daring to look directly and imagine everything that happened, so that he did not expect that Matsushima Nakagawa would suddenly attack the cockscomb city in two ways, his real purpose was indeed the village, this hateful Japanese, a perverted killing machine.

Li Zhi didn't dare to show his sadness too obviously, so who knew about his pain?

Matsushima Nakagawa, the bastard, walked in front of Su Maosheng and stabbed it again, making sure that he didn't mean to move, and showed a deep smile again.

Zhang Ersilly stepped forward to help the unconscious Liao Changsheng, this man immersed in grief was like a corpse that had been frozen for many years, heavy and cold.

At this time, Wu Ting and Zhang Ersil, who had finished firing the cannon, rushed back under Su Han's notice, but what they saw was a messy land stained with blood, speechless, Su Han looked at his father who fell to the ground, grief-stricken, and ran forward and was pulled by Jin Pengfei.

Matsushima Nakagawa dragged the blood-stained long knife towards Liao Changsheng, this arrogant pervert, Wu Ting quietly gestured, telling Zhang Ersil to shoot at Matsushima, and he would pull this guy on his back if he died.

Zhang Ersil tried his best to control his emotions, but the reappearance of this scene made him see the scene of the Japanese army's bloody wash in the Northeast, his hands trembled non-stop, although a shot was fired, but the bullet didn't know where to fly?

Matsushima Nakagawa smiled, proudly thinking that this group of people was shocked by their own deterrent, and they looked up and forgot to forget, where did Zhang Er's stupid bullet fly?

Wu Ting's thinking was very clear, and she took the opportunity to trap Matsushima Nakagawa, pointing a gun at his head, and all the devils standing in the courtyard immediately raised their guns and aimed at a few people.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot him," he said to the devil, and shouted to Matsushima, "tell them all to lay down their weapons, quick!" ”

Matsushima didn't think so, didn't react, smiled proudly, Jin Pengfei didn't hesitate to stab Matsushima Nakagawa's thigh, blood kept rushing out, Matsushima Nakagawa endured the pain, his face was distorted and he was still laughing, "You can't go, I can't walk if I die!" Hey, hey, hey! ”

Jin Pengfei stabbed Matsushima's other thigh again, Wu Ting held Matsushima Nakagawa hostage and retreated, the devil approached, and the spear was aimed at and did not dare to shoot.

At the time of the stalemate, several gunshots rang out at the exit, and when a few people looked back, Ah Feng fought at the devil with a pistol in both hands, shouting, "Master, your daughter-in-law, I came back to save you, are you still alive?" Then came the sound of horses' hooves, which sounded quite impressive.