"Ah??????" Jiang Haoran roared to the sky, lifted his sword and pointed it straight at the Japanese, whispered Japanese, and rushed into the enemy group with a roar. He raised his sword, raised his sword, raised his sword??????

Since the invasion of China, this Japanese squad has been through many battles. Everyone has carried dozens or even hundreds of Chinese lives on their backs. In their eyes, the Chinese are timid and cowardly, and they have always suffered from swords, so that their militaristic ideas are growing increasingly, thinking that the imperial army of the Great Japanese Empire is invincible in the world. Kill! Driven by the spirit of Bushido, they raised their butcher knives to the Chinese people and enjoyed the pleasure of killing in various cruel ways. They never thought that today, just today, a Chinese squad cut off more than 20 heads of the imperial warriors with a cold weapon like killing chickens and ducks. An unprecedented fear enveloped the hearts of most Japanese soldiers. Fear is contagious. After hearing someone shouting, "Run!", the Japanese seemed to have heard the order, and ran away.

"Bang", "Bang" two gunshots, and the two Japanese soldiers running in the front responded and fell to the ground. Yamaguchi Ichiro raised the smoking turtle box and roared: "Haga! Don't retreat! You'll die if you retreat! A small team of imperial warriors were scared away by a Chinese soldier. You will shame the empire and your family! The warriors of the empire, take out your warrior spirit, kill him, and use his blood to wash away your shame! Kill the chicken!"

"Kill the chicken!"

"Kill the chicken!"

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More than 30 Japanese devils were frightened and encouraged by Yamaguchi Ichiroichi. They turned their heads and divided them into three rows, holding bright bayonets and shouting for charge, like a chariot with fangs crushing towards Jiang Haoran.

Seeing Chen Yihan die in front of him, Jiang Haoran's adrenaline rose sharply. If he had a little timid at the beginning, he had been burned out by the anger of revenge. It was not that he liked Chen Yihan so much, after all, he had known each other for so long, so it was nonsense to say how deep the feelings he had. Jiang Haoran came from later generations, and the Japanese did not cause any direct harm to him. However, this historical harm brought to the Chinese by the Japanese was a hurdle that all Chinese with ethnic complexes could never overcome. The education of later generations and the promotion of film and television made Jiang Haoran feel like a gritting hatred for the Japanese, and he has grown in his heart since he was a child. Chen Yihan's death was like a fuse, completely igniting his man's blood.

"Run!" Jiang Haoran had a ferocious face, raised his sword and pointed it straight, rushed through the middle of the Japanese bayonet formation. Dingdangdang, the big sword swung left and right to split a gap, lifted his right leg and kicked a Japanese chest. After a "click" sound of a broken bone, the Japanese flew out like a shell, took down the two Japanese behind him, rolled on the ground a few times, blocked a stone, turned over, and then rushed to the ground heavily.

.A "bang" sounded, and a stream of yellow dust was raised, lying on the ground motionless. Jiang Haoran had no time to care about his life and death. He just chopped and chopped left and right on this narrow passage and almost crazy. For a moment, the sound of messy footsteps, the sound of metal collisions, the sound of bones breaking, and the sound of blood ejecting mixed with the sound of wolf roar, the sound of heart-wrenching screams, the sound of gritting teeth, and the sound of crying as silent as a cicada. The entire battlefield is no longer a word of "chaos".

Jiang Haoran, who passed through the enemy formation, slowly turned around. The military cap on his head disappeared. His short hair was like a sword and a halberd, his whole body was like a bath of blood. His face was wide open, and his teeth were clenched tightly revealing two rows of steel teeth. The corners of his mouth were shaking with the muscles on his face, which was indescribable and terrifying.

Quiet! Weird quiet! Just the moment Jiang Haoran turned around, it seemed as if time had stopped. Only a string of blood beads followed the tip of the knife in Jiang Haoran's hand. No, it should be more appropriate to have the saw tip. Drop by drop proved that all this was not illusory.

The Japanese were stunned as if they were soulless, with strange expressions frozen on their faces, as if they were extremely horrified.

A cool breeze in the evening blew slowly from the valley, making the Japanese who were already creepy feel a chill that penetrated their bones. I never thought that since this cool breeze became the last straw that overwhelmed the Japanese.

A Japanese man's hands trembled, and since the 38th cover in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, all the Japanese woke up like nightmare, knelt down to the ground, their heads were like pounding garlic and crying: "Grandpa, spare your life!", "Mom, I want mom!" "Give it aside!"??????? The feelings are not wrong, and the sound is not miserable.

"It's too late! From the day you stepped onto China's territory, you were destined to have this today. Let you live for another minute, I'm committing crimes against the Chinese people." Jiang Haoran's eyes were cold, and he used the tip of the knife to fiddle with a broken limb and a broken arm underground. He threw away the knife and picked out a Japanese Type 96 6.5mm light machine gun from the blood. This is a new light machine gun developed by the Japanese in 1936 to make up for the many shortcomings of the "crimped handle". The Chinese call it "crawler". He swung left and right to shake off the fine skin, broken bones, and blood. He removed the bayonet with his left hand, rubbed the pull rod on his thigh, and loaded the bullet. He clamped the buttstock with his right arm, and picked the trigger with his right index finger. "Da, da, da?????" The Japanese did not fire a single shot of 30 bullets. Jiang Haoran shot them with precision and swept them across until he hung up.

One or twenty Japanese were fired at a distance of two or three meters by machine guns. The degree of tragedy can be imagined. A layer of red blood mist rose in the sky for a long time. The strong smell of blood in the air was mixed with a little smell of feces and urine, which was disgusting. But Jiang Haoran seemed to have never heard of it, even ignored the broken limbs on the ground, broken his arms, and turned into flesh and blood. He loosened his right hand and let the machine gun land freely. He handed the bayonet in his left hand to his right hand, and stepped into the mountain of corpses and blood. Whenever he found that there was still gasping for breath, he would slash his neck.

Suddenly, a corpse moved and a Japanese man crawled out from below. The Japanese man held his hands on the ground for two times but didn't stand up, so he crawled down the mountain with one hand and one foot.

Jiang Haoran slowly followed behind him and said fiercely: "Chinese people! It's not easy to bully!" Then he cut off with one knife.

From below the waist, the Japanese were cut into two pieces. But he seemed to have no idea and dragged a piece of intestines to crawl forward.

Jiang Haoran didn't know that this devil was Yamaguchi Ichiro. He was also the only devil who left alive in this battle. Years later, a Japanese veteran recalled: "Yichiro Yamaguchi actually lived miraculously. After coming back, he asked questions. After howling for two days and two nights, he suddenly woke up. He shouted three times and vomited blood and died.

Jiang Haoran glanced at a small hill bag about a kilometer opposite, was stunned for a moment, and inexplicably made a shooting gesture at the small hill bag, and turned around in a hurry. When he looked up, he was shocked.

More than a dozen people dressed up in ordinary people looked at him and retreated in panic. Even Li Chang and Xu Biao looked terrified.

"What's the situation? Am I a tiger? Is it that scary?"

"Liang, Company, Company Commander, are you okay?" Li Chang looked at Jiang Haoran, walked forward for two steps and stopped.

"I have something to do! Do you think I have something to do?" Jiang Haoran said and patted his chest twice, "Oh"!

He suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain in his chest. Then he realized that there were seven or eight blood grooves on his chest and arms, but they were not deep, as if the Japanese bayonet could only pierce his skin and could not pierce it again. "Okay, don't care." Jiang Haoran pushed away the hand that Xu Biao helped over and said, "Go away! The Japanese suffered such a big loss. If he didn't shoot a few shots, he wouldn't be a Japanese!"

"Let's go, don't pick it up, run away! Don't pick it up, and you, don't pick it up, you may have the chance to drive it with a machine gun? Run, run into the woods." Jiang Haoran kept driving the group of people.

Indeed, if he didn't run, there would be no chance. There was really someone on the hill opposite, and it was Lieutenant General Ji Jialiangsuke, the commander of the 9th Division of the Japanese Army, and his staff and guards. Originally, this kind of small battle was not something that senior officials of his level should worry about. However, since he saw Jiang Haoran killing his soldiers with a terrifying sword technique, he suddenly wanted to see how this Chinese soldier died at the hands of the warriors of the empire. Because the battlefield was shifting, a ridge blocked his sight, and he had to leave the road and climb the hill with good vision. But he never thought that curiosity would really kill the cat!
Chapter completed!