Smoke rises everywhere in Colombo, and the sound of explosions barely stops from day to night. Tall buildings have been turned into piles of ruins that are not very tall. Concrete pillars slumped to the side of the road, bare steel bars twisted and exposed to the smell of gunpowder.

If Li Xiao were here, he would definitely think of Stalingrad when he saw this scene.

The intensity of the battle was terrible, and the Japanese soldiers proved their bravery with their blood and lives. Faced with barbed wire, trenches, piles of ruins ready to shoot deadly bullets. The Japanese soldiers will come head-on and never know how to retreat.

They will also be scared and cry a lot before the war. But when they arrived on the battlefield, they would "whoop" and "whoop" and rush to kill in front of the battle.

Li Xiao did not allow Li Hu to own a machine gun, and Wu Sangui did not master the machine gun manufacturing process. The firepower on both sides of the battle was not as dense as expected, and hand-to-hand combat was inevitable when a whole company of men charged.

"Onboard!" Koji Tokugawa held his katana aloft, his eyes blood-red charging like a beast. Despite this stupidity, the Gurkha gunners were particularly fond of shooting at these obvious targets. However, between life and death, the samurai of the Wa Kingdom paid more attention to the reputation of the samurai. They are reluctant to choose rifles, preferring to use katanas.

They were not even willing to wear revolvers, the glory of the samurai was above all else.

A group of Gurkha soldiers jumped out of the ruins on the opposite side, all of them staring at each other and holding the famous Gurkha scimitar in their hands. Their cries are closer to those of wild beasts than those of the Wakoku.

The two sides opened their mouths with small tongues exposed, and Mars collided with each other as if they were hitting the Earth. The moment the two groups of people touched, blood rushed from the bodies of both groups at the same time.

Human heads, flying blood, bloody hands wielding katanas, bayonet-mounted rifles, and gurkha scimitars. Two groups of people who desperately showed that they dared to play with their lives collided, and their lives were not even a fart.

Killing is only a thought of being killed, and both sides slash with cold blades, smash bricks with stones, and smash with fists.

Bite with your teeth!

With all his strength, he parried the opponent's Gurkha scimitar. Koji Tokugawa's body spun, and the katana in his hand swept through with the power of his waist and abdomen.

The tall Gurkha man opposite, Koji Tokugawa was only as tall as his chest. But now, the tall Gurkha people were suddenly shorter. Sharp katanas cut the Gurkha diagonally from the waist to the hip bone.

The lower half of the body didn't fall down there, and the upper half of the body rolled on the ground in pain. With each roll, an extra section of the weakened intestines flowed out. The wailing was so loud that it even drowned out a grenade that exploded not far away.

His face was cold, and shrapnel from a grenade grazed his face.

Koji Tokugawa hates it so much! Not everyone has the skills of Koji Tokugawa, he was a samurai who learned martial arts since childhood, and more Wa soldiers were farmers who were drafted into the army. The Japanese soldiers were always willing to pull grenades when they were dying, and even if they died, they would take their opponents away.

But they forgot that grenades can kill their opponents as well as their own comrades. Shrapnel does not selectively attack targets!

Blood gushed out, and the muscles on his face flipped open, revealing Bai Sensen's cheekbones. At this time, Tokugawa Koji was like a powerful ghost, he gritted his teeth and brandished a katana, and one after another Gurkha soldiers fell at his feet.

Hand-to-hand combat is like a single-round robin knockout match, and every guy who kills his opponent will usher in a fierce beast that has just killed his opponent and is looking for prey.

The cruelty of the single cycle lies in the fact that only the bravest, fiercest and most capable person can stand to the end and taste the joy of survival.

Since the age of five, he has been practicing with a bamboo knife, and when he becomes an adult, he has to chop more than 1,000 times a day. But Koji Tokugawa still felt that he was going to die, his two arms were sore, and the saw-like katana no longer had the initial power, so he could only greet his opponent's neck.

Obviously, the opponent has no strength. His chest heaved violently, and his heavy wheezing was frighteningly loud.

The swords of the two sides collided with each other like iron, and no one dared to slack off. Because no one knows for sure if there will be a guy who just killed his opponent to join in. Anyone with a bit of a brain knows that at this point two against one means death.

The opponent's Gurkha scimitar slashed again, and Koji Tokugawa couldn't block it, and his knife suddenly brushed against the opponent's knife.

A piece of flesh had been cut off from his shoulder, but the katana had been inserted into the opponent's neck. This guy's neck is very thick, and this wipe is actually only half broken.

Enduring the pain, Koji Tokugawa grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands and pulled out the katana desperately. The gap opens and pulls the bones, making a "click" and "click" sound.

There were no screams, the opponent just fell to the ground and convulsed. After a fight just now, he had exhausted all his physical strength. The wound on his neck spurted blood like a fountain, and he didn't even cover his hands.

Eventually, the surroundings fell silent. The sound of gunfire in the distance seemed to come from another world, and in the midst of a pile of mutilated corpses, Koji Tokugawa barely stood with a bloodied katana. Beside him, there were only seven or eight Wa warriors standing.

Right! All those who survived were samurai, and the skills and physique they had developed from training martial arts since childhood became the key to their survival.

There were a full hundred and fifty people before departure, but now only seven people are left, and one lying down does not seem to have long to live.

And what they captured today was nothing more than a pile of larger ruins. This ruin is just the commanding height of two nearby streets, and the two sides don't know how many lives they threw into it for this pile of broken bricks and tiles.

There were so many people who died, so many that rats didn't bother to eat human flesh. In broad daylight, rats dare to wander the streets, gnawing on people's skins and eating them. Some people are gnawed with their chests still heaving.

Just as he was wheezing evenly, Koji Tokugawa hurriedly slipped into a bunker. It was originally a bombed-out house, and the fallen beams supported the broken bricks and tiles on it, and instead became a bunker.

A few people had just gotten in when a hail of mortar shells fell. For a while, it seemed that there were explosions everywhere, and the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke drilled down the hole and into it. The shrapnel hit the masonry and bounced continuously. Koji Tokugawa and the others piled two corpses at the entrance of the cave to block the scattered fragments of the cannonballs.

I don't know how long it took, but anyway, a few people in the cave thought that 10,000 years had passed.

When they pushed away the corpses that blocked the hole, they found that their eyes were covered with mutilated corpses. One piece in the east and one piece in the west, as if a person had been chopped up and thrown into the sky.

Belch...... Not one person, it's a bunch of people who chopped up and threw them into the sky. Those who pick up corpses on the ground are no longer limited to mice. There are also cats, stray dogs, crows...... Even ants.

Large, green-headed flies swarm over the corpses to lay their offspring. On the corpses of those who died yesterday, maggots with white flowers have crawled out, one by one.

There were shouts of killing in the distance, and the Gurkha organized a commando team to retake the ruins. Koji Tokugawa picked up a grenade on the ground, a katana in one hand and a grenade in the other, howling and rushing towards the distorted Gurkha soldiers.