Zhang Cheng played with the two daggers in his hand and grinned at the devil, "Ah! Suddenly, when Zhang Cheng had just walked less than three meters, there was a sudden shout beside him, and a sharp long knife whistled down from his side. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Cheng frowned, and his hand was so cool that it crossed directly against the devil's katana.

Whoop, whoop...... The little devil's face was flushed and panting, and his eyes were staring at Zhang Cheng, but Zhang Cheng was a head taller than him, no matter how he looked at it, he was looking up at the other party.

Zhang Cheng looked at the guy in front of him indifferently, this devil commander was very fast, if he wasn't alert, I'm afraid this knife just now would be enough to split him in half.

Yikes! Yamazaki Shiro's arms were bruised, and his face was hideous, in his opinion, it was this man, if it weren't for this man, then his troops would not have suffered such a rout, in just ten minutes of engagement, the devil's troops paid at least hundreds of casualties, and they were also defeated in the case of superior forces, which in Yamazaki Shiro's view, it was a shame and stain on his life, in the dozens of battles that Yamazaki Shiro participated in, they had not been defeated by the Chinese troops, and they were all singing and advancing along the way, But now they were defeated, defeated by the Chinese, who had only half their strength, which he could not accept.

He wants to kill the Chinese in front of him, as an officer, he believes in his strength, many big men like Zhang Cheng in the northeast died under his katana, and now he is also confident that he will kill this Chinese.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the katana in his hand could not drop a bit, and the two short daggers on Zhang Cheng's hands held the katana to death, and soon Yamazaki Shiro saw a sneer at the corner of Zhang Cheng's mouth, and then his hands slammed into it, and Yamazaki Shiro couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The devil was surprised to find that he had no advantage in strength at all, and he couldn't hurt him at all with all his strength.

However, Shiro Yamazaki was not afraid, he leaned forward on tiptoes, counteracted Zhang Cheng's great strength, and raised his katana, he believed that he may not be the opponent of the Chinese in front of him in terms of strength, but in terms of sword skills, he must not be comparable to this Chinese, because he himself has been trained for decades, and the use of katana is as light as fire.

Zhang Cheng looked at the devil in front of him with a matter, and Zhang Cheng also knew about the devil's katana, which was changed according to the Mo knife of the Tang Dynasty, the blade was a synthetic metal, extremely sharp, and it was so that the devil's katana and Damascus knife were called top blades, but if the knife casting technology of the Tang Dynasty was not lost because of the war of the five dynasties and ten countries, then the devil's katana did not know how many ranks.

But Zhang Cheng really doesn't care about the devil's knife skills, what is the devil's knife skills? It's nothing more than fast and accurate, and the same is true for the use of any kind of weapon, the little devil katana has a narrow blade and a light head to exert an incomparably fast attack.

Sou! With the sound of a sharp blade breaking through the air, Shiro Yamazaki held the katana with both hands and slashed the katana horizontally, and then slashed horizontally towards Zhang Cheng.

"Baga, I don't believe you don't die." Shiro Yamazaki's eyes are full of murderous intent, he believes that the strength is not comparable to Zhang Cheng, but Zhang Cheng's large body size in speed must not be compared with him, the little devil has always felt that although the Chinese are tall, they are inferior to them in speed and strength, and the devil because of his inferiority complex in height, he even put forward the so-called condensed is the essence of the remarks.

But when the blade slashed at Zhang Cheng, suddenly Shiro Yamazaki stared at him in disbelief, only to see Zhang Cheng casually raise the knife, directly blocking the devil's katana, Zhang Cheng's movements were too fast, like a bolt of lightning, the devil's blade was so fast that it was unpredictable, but in front of Zhang Cheng, it was as fragile as a child's wooden stick, so simple, just raised his hand, he was blocked by Zhang Cheng.

"Yaga, it's impossible!" The little devil roared frantically with the handle of the katana in both hands, trying his best to stab the sharp blade into Zhang Cheng's body, but his strength was still too small, and Zhang Cheng made no progress with just one hand.

Zhang Cheng used the dagger with one hand against the devil's katana, but the dagger had already made a crisp sound at this time, and the blade cracked a small piece, obviously his dagger could not be compared with the devil's katana in the manufacturing process, and the cold light in his eyes flashed, and he was not ready to waste time on this little devil, so he immediately slammed his left hand hard, and the little devil was directly lifted away by Zhang Cheng's power.

With a plop, the devil slammed into the ground, and a crisp sound on his leg could be vaguely heard, forming a huge brute force, causing his leg to break.

"Yaga, you bastard!" Shiro Yamazaki looked at Zhang Cheng in horror, he lost to Zhang Cheng in terms of strength and speed, where was the previous confidence at this time, and there was a look of horror in his eyes, because Zhang Cheng could end his life at any time at this time.

The katana swung in Shiro Yamazaki's hand, preventing Jang Cheng from approaching his body.

Zhang Cheng looked at this devil and shook his head, did this devil think that this devil would be able to avoid the result of being killed?

Zhang Cheng's eyes couldn't help but flash a cold light, and the Mitsubishi thorn in his hand was thrown out like lightning.

Poof!

"Ah......h

"Yikes!" Shiro Yamazaki's forehead was covered with cold sweat, death was approaching step by step, his heart was full of horror, he hurriedly wanted to pick up the katana with his uninjured left hand, but before he could pick up the sword, Zhang Cheng had already stepped on his hand.

Yes! Shiro Yamazaki screamed in pain, Zhang Cheng's big feet directly crushed his hand bones, he couldn't move at all now, only saw Zhang Cheng slowly bend down and pick up the katana on the ground.

Ignoring the screaming devils on the ground, Zhang Cheng looked at this katana, looking at the year name Meiji 2nd year on it, which means that this devil knife has a history of more than 100 years, but looking at the appearance of this war knife, it is almost brand new, and he can't help but sigh The devil's weapon casting technology, but all of this can't stop Zhang Cheng from ending this devil's life.

Shiro Yamazaki knew that he would not escape death, but now he was really aggrieved, this Chinese soldier stepped on one of his hands, and the other hand was pierced by Zhang Cheng's Mitsubishi thorn, causing him to be in pain like broken bones all over his body, but he couldn't struggle.

Zhang Cheng couldn't help but sneer when he looked at Shiro Yamazaki's arm pierced by Mitsubishi's thorn, this devil probably never thought that he would be killed by a Chinese in the end.

"What? It's hard and want me to pull it out for you? Zhang Cheng's eyes were full of cold light, but he showed a smile at this devil.

Shiro Yamazaki snorted coldly: "Hmph, Shina, kill me quickly, the warriors of the Great Japanese Empire are all dignified." ”

"Yo, you can speak Chinese." Zhang Cheng was slightly stunned, he didn't expect this devil to be able to speak fluent Chinese, but after thinking about it, this devil has such a war knife, which shows that his family has been inherited for a long time, and he is definitely the nobleman among the devils, and the nobles of the devils usually know Chinese, the devils absorbed so much Chinese culture in the Sui and Tang dynasties, and the nobles call themselves Chinese, Chinese is a subject they must learn, only after the Manchu Qing Dynasty was defeated again and again in the hands of the devils, the devils slowly changed this thinking.

However, in this era, as long as the aristocracy is more or less able to speak Chinese.

"Yaga, the people of China, kill if you want to, don't talk nonsense, none of the warriors of the Great Japanese Empire are greedy for life and afraid of death, we are not your cowardly people." Shiro Yamazaki spoke to Zhang Cheng in Chinese, at this time he knew that he could not escape death, and he did not struggle at all, but the pain from his legs, feet and arms was too uncomfortable, and he only hoped that this Chinese would give him a pain at this time.

But Zhang Cheng did not do that, this devil opened his mouth one branch, closed one branch, this derogatory term Zhang Cheng simply could not bear it, the Chinese are not as shameless as the old Burma, and there is a place called Myitkyina, but Zhang Chengyi looked down and looked at the devil with a chuckle, and the war knife in his hand shook like lightning.

Whew! With a light sound, the sharp combat knife directly slashed through Shiro Yamazaki's body, Shiro Yamazaki had closed his eyes and waited for death, but he just felt that his body was light, and the painful feeling of the Mitsubishi thorn in his hand suddenly disappeared, but he didn't feel that he was dead, could it be that this Chinese planned to let himself go?

But suddenly, he saw Zhang Cheng bend down and pick up a human arm, pick up a Mitsubishi thorn stuck in it, and then throw the arm out directly.

Suddenly Yamazaki Shiro's eyes widened, poofed softly, a fountain sound sounded in Yamazaki Shiro's ears, his face changed greatly, only to see his arm was cut off from the shoulder, and now he is spraying blood, in his opinion, this Chinese is too fierce.

However, just when Zhang Cheng wanted to end this devil with a knife, suddenly a cold sweat broke out on his back, and when he looked back, there was a sense of crisis in his eyes.

Zhang Cheng turned his head and rushed behind him with three or five devils, it may be that the sound of the fight here and the screams of the devil commander attracted these devils, if Zhang Cheng hadn't discovered it in time, he might have been attacked to death by such a few devils, but since Zhang Cheng found them, he would naturally not have succeeded by them.

"Die!" Zhang Cheng carried the bloody katana of the devil and rushed over against a few devils.

Whew! The blade tilted, whistling from below and slashing at a ghost soldier.

Poof! The devil soldiers didn't have time to block it at all, and this kind of top-heavy sharp weapon was faster and more powerful in Zhang Cheng's hands.

Turning around, a cold light flashed in the heavy snow, and the katana slashed through the devil's waist obliquely, and the original devil who rushed over with a crazy roar on his face stagnated, and waited for Zhang Cheng to rush past him, only to break two knots from his shoulder with a bang, and the internal organs of the intestines fell to the ground instantly.

"Baga, die, die, die." In the confrontation between the lightning and flint, one devil died in Huangquan, and several other devils screamed fiercely, and rushed towards Zhang Cheng with bayonets.

The long knife in Zhang Cheng's hand flipped over, directly picking up a devil's bayonet, and then the blade moved, slashing through the devil's neck, only to hear a soft sound, a slight knife mark appeared on the devil's neck, Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed, and he didn't pay attention to it at all but continued to attack the next enemy.

With a plop, the devil's round head fell from his neck with a whirl, and smashed the thicker and thicker snow, Zhang Cheng's knife was so fast that they couldn't feel the pain of death at all.

"Poof! Poof! The long knife slashed into the devil's body again and again, and the triangular array composed of the remaining three devils was broken through by Zhang Cheng in the blink of an eye, only to see Zhang Cheng's body like an agile cheetah, flashing between the blades of the devil's bayonet, and then listening to three muffled snorts, and then the three cabinets fell to the ground, all of which were cut into two sections. He then killed Shiro Yamazaki.

The devil's strength itself is more than that of the first regiment and the special forces under Zhang Cheng, and the advantage of submachine gun firepower is no longer useful at this time, and in such a situation of low visibility, it is difficult for the two sides to avoid a white-knives battle.

"Kill!" Seven or eight soldiers form a three-person squad, this is the formation they have been training desperately for a month or two, but it is not much different from the devil's battle formation, but their cooperation still needs to be run-in, this unit except for those grassroots commanders, all the soldiers are almost the first time to participate in the battle, they are in the position according to the usual training to fight OK, but the real bayonet is occasionally the disadvantage.

Zhang Cheng had just arrived, and three of the seven or eight soldiers had fallen in the time of two breaths, while the thirteen or fourteen devils on the opposite side had only one person killed or injured, a cold light flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes, and the cracked dagger in his hand was thrown out directly.

Poof! There was a sound of entering the flesh, and a devil fell to the ground, and the dagger was stuck in his back and trembled.

"Kill!" Zhang Cheng drank softly.

The devil didn't expect someone to attack them from behind, and he didn't react for a while, and when they reacted, Zhang Cheng had already come to their side with a war knife in his hand.

Whew! Zhang Cheng held the war knife high, the sharp blade flashed from the devil's neck, and then the knife force did not decrease and slashed through the chest of a devil, and suddenly the bodies of the two devils fell to the ground with a thud.

"Yaga!" Zhang Cheng's movements were too fast, the little devil only saw Zhang Cheng raise his hand, followed by two screams, but after seeing his companion killed by Zhang Cheng, a devil not far from Zhang Cheng roared angrily and rushed over with a bayonet.

However, Zhang Cheng didn't seem to see this devil, and continued to slash the enemy in front of him with a war knife.

A trace of tyranny and cruelty flashed in the eyes of the little devil who rushed in, and the Chinese in front of him did not pay attention to him at all, and he thought that this Chinese would die under his bayonet without accident.

Not only him, but even those devils who were fighting with Zhang Cheng also smiled, but suddenly both the devil's soldiers and the group of soldiers who were fighting hard showed a look of surprise, different from the horror of the devil, the soldiers of the group showed a trace of joy.

"Nani?" The little devil who was about to rush to Zhang Cheng's side with a bayonet was confused by everyone's expressions, why did his companions show such expressions?

"Kill!" Zhang Cheng roared and rushed towards a devil.

"Yaga!" The devil in front of Zhang Cheng roared at Zhang Cheng, and stabbed him with a bayonet, the bayonet was very fast, like a bolt of lightning, but just when he was about to touch Zhang Cheng's body, he saw Zhang Cheng stretch out his hand and grab it directly on the muzzle, the devil's bayonet was no longer able to save, and then the war knife in his hand swept over the top of the gun.

Woo...... The little devil let out a muffled snort, threw away the rifle directly, and covered his neck and let out a whining and mournful sound.

Zhang Cheng threw the rifle with the bayonet on the ground, and then pounced on another enemy again, before the other party had time to stab the bayonet, the war knife in his hand had already pierced directly into the opponent's abdomen, and then Zhang Cheng's handle turned, and the horizontal cut directly from the devil's abdomen.

With a hula, a large mass of intestines was sprinkled directly on the ground, the little devil's eyes widened and he knelt on the ground with a plop, and the little devil's mouth gushed blood, and he looked at his scattered intestines in a daze.

Zhang Cheng walked past this crazy devil with this war knife in his hand, his intestines had all fallen out, and the wound on his abdomen was still bleeding, if this devil could not be treated as soon as possible, then he would be dead, and he could only watch himself die slowly, for such a mortal devil, Zhang Cheng didn't have to waste his departure to solve it.

Straddling the body of the devil, Zhang Cheng's sword was raised high, and he slashed at a devil in front of him.

Yaga! The devil was frightened half to death by Zhang Cheng's ferocity, and immediately raised his rifle to block Zhang Cheng's slash.

However, only to hear a click, Zhang Cheng's combat knife flashed directly from the middle of the devil's rifle, and the little devil shook his whole body, swaying back a few steps, and then with a bang, his body was divided into two halves from top to bottom, and a large amount of blood, flesh, and internal organs all fell to the ground.

Ferocious, the ferocity that makes the devils extremely frightened, Zhang Cheng killed these devils in one go, and the war knife is simply an extremely sharp artifact in Zhang Cheng's hand, as long as the devil encounters him, there is almost no possibility of survival.

"Poof!" Zhang Cheng quickly caught up with the last devil who wanted to escape like crazy, slashed his body to the ground from behind, he looked back at the few surviving soldiers, and ordered them to rest here and immediately join the surrounding troops.