Zhao Ziyang, who got the favor, walked away in a dashing manner and rushed to the top of the mountain in one breathSmall|said|more|new|the fastest|no one can catch up with him, for him, everyone in the valley is too weak and weak.

This is a mysterious man, Xiao Yuanchao doesn't know why the other party found him, but he knows that this mysterious man really wants to go home. He seemed to be able to feel the feeling of the other party, just like himself in the killing field, and now he wanted to go home.

Unfortunately, not everyone can go back if they want to go home, when the identity has changed radically, going home is just a luxury.

In the valley, the fight continues. It's just that the number of people has become smaller and smaller, from thousands to hundreds. Those large and small teams were almost wiped out, and they were brutally crippled, torn apart and disintegrated. The survivors become living people who fight alone, and those who die sleep forever.

"Whew! Laugh at! Laugh at! ……”

The Han Chinese team, all armed with maces, were slaughtered on a frenzy by the Japanese team, whose clubs were long but vulnerable under the Japanese team's katana.

They killed seven or eight Japanese with their clubs, and at the cost of almost all the maces, they were cut off. When the mace, which had the longest killing distance, was lost, the Han Chinese team had to draw their knives and engage in frantic hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese team.

When they lost their mace, the disadvantage of natural survival zài immediately leaked out.

This is the greatest weakness of the Han people: solidarity and cooperation.

They don't have sophisticated deployments, they don't have the coordination of one attack and one defense. In this case, a team that was supposed to win immediately turned into a scattered mess, or even fought on its own.

Because they lack a strong leader, they don't have a unified command, so there is no talk of unity and cooperation.

Blood shot out, and the corpse was in ruins.

One Chinese is a dragon, ten Chinese are worms, this sentence is vividly displayed in this Han team. There is no assistance when there is a need for assistance, and there is no attack when a joint attack is required.

For a moment, everyone's selfishness took over. Maybe each of them is not afraid of death, but everyone will never die for the people around them. This is the temperament, the temperament of the Chinese, which has not gone to despair, can never be closely united, and will never appear to be willing to sacrifice.

This is a kind of numbness that the nation itself has, and history has long been proven.

During World War II, one or two Japanese devils could occupy the entire county; One or two Japanese devils can shoot hundreds of Chinese with impunity, and these people's hands and feet are free!

It wasn't until the Japanese devils occupied half of the mountains and rivers and killed the Chinese people that everyone woke up from their numbness and rose up to resist.

At this moment, the Han team seems to have repeated the mistakes of the past in the face of the Japanese team, and there is not even a decent confrontation.

This is because they still have a back road, and this back road is ...... Scattered!

The Japanese team is still the same old trick, constantly carrying out stabs, wave after wave, to kill the Han team.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yuanchao slowly sat up from the pile of dead people and clenched the Nepalese scimitar in his right hand. A fierce light rose in his eyes, and he rolled wildly like boiling water.

Although this is a place of fighting, there are no borders and races, but he has always been a Chinese and a Han man. Maybe those Han teams will kill themselves as soon as they see them, but when they face the Japanese...... A common enemy? That's right, a common enemy! For the vast majority of Chinese, Japan is the enemy. No matter how fierce the infighting is, when the Japanese are involved, the struggle will be shifted and united with the outside world.

This is a common thought of any flesh-and-blood Chinese, and then it evolves into behavior.

But just as Xiao Yuanchao sat up, holding the scimitar and preparing to get up, the Han team with heavy losses disbanded with a bang. Dozens of people dispersed in a hurry, leaving behind the bodies of their companions and fleeing the Japanese team.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yuanchao sighed deeply, with a touch of sadness in his eyes.

He should not have appeared on such an occasion, but he could not restrain his own overflowing national feelings. He was disappointed, he was sad, he was sad......

Xiao Yuanchao slowly lowered his head, unwilling to continue watching the following scene. He knew that these Chinese who abandoned the team and fled in all directions would be killed one by one, and no one would be left!

This is not only the sorrow of his Xiao Yuanchao, but also the sorrow of the nation, even if this is hell, a pool of blood, and a place of killing......

At this moment, a roar suddenly came out, majestic and powerful, full of mountain-like incomparable weight: "Kill-ghost-son!" ”

The moment he heard this voice, Xiao Yuanchao raised his head suddenly. And the moment he raised his head, his eyes radiated a bright light, and the corners of his mouth showed a smile of relief and excitement.

The Han team did not disperse, and at the moment of separation, they formed a larger circular encirclement of the Japanese team. There was a thick hatred on everyone's face, and everyone's arm holding the knife was bruised!

This is the righteousness of the nation, this is the festival of the nation!

"Kill the devil!"

"Kill the devil!!"

"Kill the devil !!"

“……”

Countless roars erupted from the mouths of these people, and then rushed towards the Japanese team with a bang.

The sprint was extremely ferocious, and it actually formed a three-layer sprint formation in an instant, like the tide of the Qiantang River, and swept towards the Japanese team violently.

This wave is a wave of anger, a wave of anger that is engraved in everyone's bones. If you don't send it, it's just that, and a hair is covering the sky and the sun, which makes people frightened, makes people tremble, and makes people tremble!

The faces of the Japanese changed and became very ugly.

From the fight to the present, they haven't encountered a real enemy at all, and they even killed this Han team just now, but now? Now this group of ignorant Chinese has turned into a monstrous wave, and they want to swallow them up in advance, and there is not even bone residue left.

This is a crisis, a huge crisis that can annihilate the whole army!

"Defense!" The Japanese team roared.

In an instant, the Japanese team of only thirty or so people shrank inward, all the katana facing outward. A total of five layers of katana turned them into a hedgehog with nowhere to go in an instant.

"Poof! Burst! Burst! ……”

The first wave came, and more than a dozen Han people slammed straight into the Japanese team's defensive formation, and their stomachs were instantly pierced. But their swords also fell on the Japanese, but they lacked lethality.

"Close!" The Japanese team roared again.

The outermost two layers immediately withdrew their knives and pulled out the katana that penetrated the body of the Han people in the first layer.

But to their horror, these Han people whose bodies were pierced actually grabbed the knife they were about to take back, and they were clutched to death!

The second wave swept in, and the third roared......