"Kaima, do you think my appearance can scare Xiao Dongyang?" Bu La grinned, revealing a row of big molars, which made Kaima shudder.

"Climb, crawl, crawl away, you little son of a bitch is going to scare me!" Kaname pushed him angrily.

Yaoma, a guy from Bashan, isn't even afraid of little devils, he seems to be afraid of dark things like this.

The two of them were whispering together, and after being glared at by Liao Mingyu, they immediately shut their mouths knowingly.

Everyone put their guns behind their backs, holding bayonets or machetes in their hands, and carefully followed Liao Mingyu towards the Japanese position. The dark night and the trees provided them with good cover. No one said anything at this moment, only rustling on the ground.

The sound of rustling footsteps.

At 2.3 o'clock in the morning, when ordinary people are most sleepy, the little Japanese on the watchtower has long fallen asleep. There are still 5.6 soldiers standing guard on the position. They are close to each other in twos and threes, and there are a few Japanese soldiers.

Unable to withstand the intrusion of sleepiness, he leaned against the trench and dozed off with his eyes wide open.

They were so confident that they didn't believe that anyone would come to attack them. These mindless and simple victories over and over again made them so arrogant.

The two Japanese soldiers who were still standing were also yawning nonstop, reluctantly carrying out their boring duty of standing guard.

One of the Japanese soldiers shouted to his comrades who were sleeping behind the sandbags: "Inoue, you guys are too shameful. We are standing guard, but you are sleeping there. Wait until the squadron leader comes to see what you do.

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"Be quiet. What night is it not like this during this period? What could happen? The squadron leader himself is sleeping soundly. Okay, don't disturb me..." A soldier behind the sandbag muttered dissatisfiedly and turned over.

continue to sleep.

The soldier wanted to say more, but was interrupted by his companion next to him.

"Takahashi-kun, did you...hear anything?" his companion said to him uncertainly.

Takahashi muttered impatiently: "There was no sound, Niijima-kun. I didn't hear anything except Inoue and the others snoring."

"But, I seem to hear some footsteps." Niijima was confused and took a few steps forward. What he saw in front of him was pitch black, and it felt like there was nothing.

Just when he turned around to go back, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with the dark night in front of him.

Long Wenwen smiled.

A flash of white suddenly appeared in the darkness.

"Well……"

The big white teeth frightened him so much that he wanted to scream loudly, but his mouth was tightly covered by a hand.

"Pfft..." The sharp bayonet instantly cut his throat, leaving a hideous wound on his neck.

"Grrrr..." Blood spurted out. He opened his mouth wide and tried desperately to breathe, but the broken trachea could only make a hissing sound like a deflation of a balloon. Instead, the blood poured into his lungs made him feel suffocated.

He clutched his neck and fell to the ground weakly.

On the other side, Liao Mingyu rushed to Takahashi and stabbed his bayonet into his heart like a bolt of lightning. At the same time, he covered his mouth with his left hand to prevent him from making any sound.

Takahashi opened his eyes wide and held Liao Mingyu's arm tightly, but the strength in his body was slowly being stripped away by the blood flowing out.

In his last consciousness, he saw dark phantoms slowly walking towards their position...

"Takahashi, what are you doing? Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" Inoue, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up by a strange noise next to him. He turned around in dissatisfaction and looked up.

I saw a dark figure standing in front of him. He was grinning, and his row of big white molars were particularly conspicuous in the dark night.

"Hey, are you worried?"

Long Wenwen greeted him in broken Japanese.

Inoue's mouth opened wide. He was so frightened that he couldn't make a sound for a while.

"Pfft!"

The bayonet penetrated his mouth, and the long and narrow tip protruded from the back of his head. Long Wenwen had quick eyes and quick hands, and he was killed with one stab.

Several other sleeping imps were quickly dispatched by the Sichuan Army soldiers who rushed over.

Liao Mingyu shook off the blood on his hands and gave an order to everyone: "Milong, go and get rid of the little Japs on the watchtower. Mount the machine gun on it and provide support at any time depending on the situation. Others, follow me into the barracks.

If you see a little devil, stop talking nonsense and kill him hard!"

"I don't ask you to be silent, but you must fight quickly and show off your momentum. Don't give the little devil a chance to fight back with a gun!"

Liao Mingyu smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth: "Brothers, happy hunting!"

Everyone rushed into the nearest barracks. The little devil, who was sleeping soundly at the moment, was unaware of the disaster and had no idea that the disaster had come.

Several officers' samurai swords were seized from Japanese lieutenants in the first two battles, and now they come in handy.

Liao Mingyu and Long Wenwen took the lead and chopped off the little devil's head.

"kill!"

"Poof!" The corpse of a little devil was separated instantly, and the blood spurted out and splashed all over Liao Mingyu.

"Kill!"

The soldiers of the Sichuan Army raised their bayonets and stabbed the sleeping little Japanese one after another. A few of the more alert little Japanese opened their eyes and screamed in fright when they saw the dark ghost-like figures!

"Pfft..."

"puff……"

"ah!"

"Ghost!"

The shouts of killing were mixed with the screams, and countless little Japanese soldiers lost their heads in their sleep. The Japanese soldiers who were lucky enough to survive fled away without their lives. The soldiers of the Sichuan Army were willing to give up and pursued them like ghosts threatening their lives with their knives.

The little devil chopped it off without mercy.

The whole barracks instantly exploded! Many little Japanese soldiers suddenly opened their eyes, climbed out of bed and began to put on clothes and look for weapons. But the soldiers of the Sichuan Army obviously would not give them a chance. Many Japanese soldiers did not even touch their clothes.

Went to meet their "Amaterasu"

The red-eyed Sichuan Army soldier was covered in blood and chased after the little devil regardless.

Who have you seen this battle before? A group of dark creatures that look like ghosts crawling out of hell suddenly appear in front of you and chop them with a knife without saying a word.

The smell of blood in the air and the screams of their companions stimulated their hearts little by little. They had always been unrivaled in Myanmar and they were frightened at this moment!

"Calm down! Don't panic. The enemy is attacking. Get your weapons and fight back!"

Among the chaotic crowd, a Japanese squadron leader was shirtless, holding only a samurai sword in his hand, and shouted at the Japanese soldiers around him.

"Squadron leader, run quickly, they are the legendary mountain ghosts and are looking for our lives."

"They are not afraid of bullets and cannot be killed. If they don't run away, we will all be killed."

"Oh Daosang, oh Jisang, help!"

However, the little devil's heart was broken! Not many people heard his cry. Everyone just cried for their fathers and mothers, trying to escape in a panic.

"Baga! You cowards!" the squadron leader was furious.

Countless little Japs didn't even have time to put on their clothes and were ready to run for their lives naked. The murderous Sichuan Army soldiers wanted to chop them all into pieces.

"Ah! He's dead!"

The most exaggerated one was Long Wenwen, who was slashing at the little devil while making a miserable scream like a ghost crying or a wolf howling.

People who didn't know better thought he was the one who was chopped down.

But the little devil was scared to death by his screams that were neither human nor ghosts. They looked at Long Wenwen who was covered in blood in horror. He didn't even have the ability to resist at the most basic level, so he could only watch helplessly.

The butcher's knife struck him.

"Baga! Stop!" The squadron leader struggled to stop several running Japanese soldiers and slapped them to wake them up a little.

"They are not mountain ghosts! They are all human beings. Pick up your weapons and fight back immediately!"

This squadron leader was one of the few people in the Japanese army who was still awake. He shouted hoarsely to the soldiers around him, asking them to calm down and start counterattack. By this time, several soldiers were already approaching him.

This is not a good sign. If he is allowed to gather the fleeing little Japanese around and use guns to resist, the Sichuan Army will suffer casualties.

Liao Mingyu stared at him fiercely, and after cutting off the two little Japs beside him, one of them flew towards the Jaap squadron leader.

The soldiers next to the squadron leader looked at Liao Mingyu, who was charging at him with a knife, and took a few steps back in fear.

"Baga!" The squadron leader had no choice but to face him with his sword.

He understood that only by killing the enemy in front of him would his soldiers believe that this was not some bullshit mountain ghost.

"Ding!" The two samurai swords collided in the air. The squadron leader did not expect that the enemy was so strong. He was shocked for a moment and his palms were numb, making him unable to hold the katana in his hand.

Liao Mingyu would not give him another chance. He put away his knife and slashed sideways at the Japanese squadron leader's calf.

"Ah!"

The powerful and heavy knife cut off the Japanese squadron leader's calf in an instant. The severe pain made him almost faint, and he kept wailing on the ground while holding the broken leg.

Slowly walking over, Liao Mingyu stepped on the back of the Japanese squadron leader with his foot and raised the knife with his hand.

"Pfft..." After a chop with a knife, the squadron leader's head rolled aside with a grunt.

Liao Mingyu stepped forward and raised the head.

"Haha!" He laughed, holding the head in his left hand and the knife still dripping blood in his right hand. His entire upper body was covered with blood sprayed by the little devil. Like a demon crawling out of hell, he slowly walked towards the group of victims.

The captain gathered the little devils.

The Japanese were all dumbfounded, especially when they saw the head held in Liao Mingyu's hand, with blood still dripping from the neck, and the squadron leader's wide-open eyes and painful expression still frozen on his face.

They let out a shrill scream and fled in all directions!
Chapter completed!