Passed down from the 29th Army Broadsword Team's broadsword white-edged combat method, the moves are simple and not fancy, but its practicality is unparalleled. In Li Ziwen's lens, two waves of yellow and two waves of grass green flow collided together, at the beginning, the grass green flow of people on the left hand seemed a little flustered, many young students because of nervousness, forgot the key to using a big knife, they did not first pick up and then slash down, but directly chopped, which directly led to their chest door opening, stabbed by the bayonet with the obvious advantage of the length of the little devil, many people were stabbed to the ground with only one face, and they were unwilling to lose the opportunity to stand up again.

The life-and-death struggle on the battlefield does not tolerate the slightest hesitation and hypocrisy. A true warrior always grows up from the examination of blood and fire. In order for the young cadet army to become a strong army in the true sense of the word, sacrifice is inevitable.

One comrade-in-arms after another, the former good brothers fell beside him. Their screams made the young cadets quickly forget their fear, and hatred spread in their hearts, powerful enough to make anyone strong. The fall of the comrades to the ground one after another did not let the latecomers fall into chaos, when a young student picked up a bayonet stabbed in his chest, and slashed a devil to the ground. He roared angrily: "Little devil! Come on! Another bayonet stabbed at him like a poisonous snake, he didn't avoid it at all, he picked up the knife again, the bayonet and the thick back of the knife struck each other, "boom", the bayonet was knocked open, the young student who had just slashed a devil made persistent efforts, and the knife was cut down without mercy, and the head of a devil with teeth flew up, and the blood gushed in his neck like a spring. The young student kicked down the headless body of the devil who had not had time to fall to the ground, and waved his knife and shouted: "Brothers, kill!" ”

"Kill!" One, two, young cadets who had adapted to blood and fire shouted from the depths of their hearts, and gradually converged into an earth-shattering roar. In just five minutes or so, the grass-green flow of people who once seemed weak became thicker, and the yellow flow in front of them seemed to hit a wall, with broken heads and blood, and corpses all over the field.

Compared with the young cadets, the officers and men of the teaching corps showed unparalleled domineering spirit from the beginning. In Li Ziwen's camera, the white knife light never stopped tumbling from beginning to end. Among them, a small team of about five people, two of whom made the red tassel spear, went all the way, and under their hands, there was no enemy at all, and even, those who were as strong as the Japanese invaders, and finally saw that they were deserted and fled.

As soon as the camera turned, a small force of about thirty people caught in the yellow tide was highlighted. The young cadets rushed too fast, and although they had slain no less than their own number of enemies, they had also put themselves in danger. Hundreds of devils, hundreds of bayonets shining with cold light surrounded them layer upon layer, and an officer with the rank of Shaozo brandished a command knife and shouted. The devil on the innermost floor screamed and pounced, and the bayonet was pointed at the hearts of the young soldiers.

More than two dozen cadets formed a circle, and inside were the three of them who were wounded. The apprentices on the periphery each had a large knife in their hands, the edge of the knife facing downward, and the blade facing themselves. They stood motionless, standing still in the smoke of gunpowder. Although they are far away, they can't see their expressions and eyes clearly, but Li Ziwen has a feeling that at this moment, they are just like those heroes who took the elimination of violence and peace as their own responsibility in ancient times, facing the rivers and lakes with a hint of mockery.

Li Ziwen looked down on them. What he didn't know was that most of the thirty-one young cadets who were surrounded by the Japanese army were extremely nervous in their hearts at this moment. Most of them were panting for breath, and a few of them were still weak because of fear, and they couldn't even hold the knife tightly. The only one who really does not move like a mountain is the Yangtze River Xueqing. Jiang Xueqing was also nervous at first, but after he cut down two devils one after another and splashed his face with blood, he lost his shape and grew up. The blood was splashed on his face when he slashed and killed the first devil, and his instructor was not here, otherwise Jiang Xueqing would definitely be scolded. After slashing the spear stabbed by the devil in front of him, he slashed down, and the blade was right on the neck of the little devil, in this case, as long as he gently dragged it, even if the devil did not turn around, he would definitely cut the carotid artery and die. The difference between straight cutting and dragging was explained many times by the instructor when he was teaching. Jiang Xueqing still forgot, he slashed down hard, but although he overturned the devil on the spot, the knife was also embedded in the neck bone, and the strength was old, but he couldn't pull it out, and was taken down by the devil. Suddenly fell to the ground, at this time, if a devil came to stab him, it is estimated that he didn't even know how to die. He was lucky, there was no idle devil nearby, he sat on the ground, drew his knife with both hands, and the knife came out, and blood sprayed him, splashing his face. The nervousness of his mood can be imagined, his eyes were blinded by blood, and the feeling of fear made him cry out loud. screamed, blood flowed into his mouth, it was a salty taste. The blood entered his throat, he was not so nervous, and then he still remembered the famous sentence in Yue Wumu's "Man Jianghong" - laughing and thirsty for Hun blood. He got up and looked up to the sky and roared: "Grandma's, Lao Tzu also drank human blood, the blood of the Japanese Kou!" "One of the devils stabbed him with a gun, and this time, he didn't have the slightest nervousness. Strangely, the devil's swift movements seemed to him to be slow. So, very lightly stabbed the gun, and with a knife, a big head with bared teeth and grinning rose into the sky - this time, he was considered to have practiced.

It is said that in the 29th Army's broadsword team, the evaluation of a soldier's knife skills is based on how many devils he has killed and whether he has been injured, but by his means of cutting off his head. A real head chopping hand, it doesn't look effortless to look at the head, and it's over with a drag. This is precisely the reason why the Japanese army is particularly afraid of the 29th Army broadsword, the Japanese are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of cutting off their heads. The other party cut off his head like chopping melons and vegetables, which made them feel sincerely afraid.

Under the leadership of Jiang Xueqing, he found a platoon of brothers to go down the mountain and rush straight into it like a tiger, and gradually broke away from the large army and rushed into the hinterland of the devil. In the process, five brothers were killed by stray bullets, two others were injured, and the other was nervous because of the knife in the process of killing the devil, and accidentally fell to the ground and cut his own foot.

"Nine!" Jiang Xueqing has now slashed nine devils, and four of them have had their heads cut off. He silently remembered the number of devils he had slashed, and the murderous aura on his body became heavier and heavier, so much so that the devils on the opposite side saw him as if they had seen a ghost.