The national army and the Japanese soldiers were in close combat, their bayonets were red, and the quality of the soldiers was judged.

As soon as the two sides entered into hand-to-hand combat, the Japanese soldiers took off the bullets from their guns and stood firm to wait for their work.

Wei Dayong saw that the Chinese soldiers in front of him fought bravely, but due to insufficient training and poor bayonet skills, they were obviously at a disadvantage in a one-on-one fight.

He saw with his own eyes a soldier about his own age, roaring and lunging at a short Japanese soldier, and then stabbed him with a preemptive shot.

The Japanese soldier calmly faced the bayonet. He raised his hands and easily deflected the bayonet that was coming towards him. Then he took a step forward and viciously thrust the bayonet with a large cover into the chest of the young soldier.

The young soldier lowered his head and stared in shock at the bayonet that was deeply pierced into his body. It seemed that he could not accept the result that he was seriously injured by his opponent's move.

The young soldier let out a low growl, like the whimper of a wild animal before it died. He knew he had no chance, so he simply abandoned the gun in his hand, stretched out his hands and grasped the opponent's gun barrel tightly.

He wanted to exchange one for another and use his own life to give his comrades a chance to kill this Japanese soldier.

The short Japanese soldier originally thought that after stabbing him with a knife, he could pull out his bayonet and look for the next opponent.

He never expected that the dying man would hold on to the barrel of his gun and not let go.

The short Japanese soldier pulled hard twice, but found that it was of no avail. In desperation, he turned the butt of his gun back and forth, hoping to greatly increase the pain of the wounded and force him to let go.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

The wounded soldier's entire face was distorted in pain, and he kept howling. However, he held the barrel of the gun tightly and never let go, so that the sharp bayonet could not escape from his chest.

The Japanese soldier also became furious, his eyes were as big as cowbells, he kept cursing short syllables and vulgar Japanese slang, and shook the gun body from side to side even harder.

At the moment when the wounded Chinese soldier could hardly hold on, his comrade finally thrust his bayonet into the neck of the short Japanese soldier from the side.

The bayonet cut off the main artery in the neck of the short Japanese soldier, and blood arrows shot out suddenly, spraying the wounded soldier's face.

When the young wounded soldier saw his enemy rolling his eyes and falling down, he let out a breath of relief. The severe and unbearable pain from his wound made him miserable.

The power that had been accumulated in his hands seemed to be drained out of him all of a sudden.

He used his last bit of strength to hold the barrel of the gun with both hands and pulled it out hard.

The bayonet detached from his chest, and hot blood spurted out.

Unable to hold on any longer, the wounded soldier fell down on his back and breathed his last breath.

A young life bid farewell to his comrades forever.

This scene actually happened in a flash of lightning, beyond the reach of Wei Dayong who was dozens of meters away.

Now that the melee between the enemy and ourselves began, Wei Dayong picked up his two guns and ran forward quickly.

Even in a gunfight, Wei Dayong's flesh and blood body could not withstand the gun, so he had to pay attention to concealment.

When it comes to cold-weapons confrontation, he really has never been afraid of anyone. Even if all the Japanese soldiers swarm up, he is confident that he can beat them all away.

"Brother, wait for me!"

Zhenyuan looked around, picked up a pole from an empty stall on the street, weighed it, and felt it was a good hand, so he picked it up and ran after his senior brother.

Wei Dayong's hands were empty, and there was wind under his feet. He rushed into the crowd in the blink of an eye. He first kicked down a thick Japanese soldier with his flying feet, then raised his iron palm and struck another Japanese soldier on the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious. On the ground, the soldiers of the national army who were fighting against him immediately stepped forward to finish off the attack, killing the little devil.

A blind, bandy-legged Japanese soldier nearby saw Wei Dayong with his bare hands, screamed strangely, and stabbed him with his spear.

Wei Dayong smiled contemptuously and stood motionless. When the tip of the knife came to his eyes, he casually moved it to the side. With all his strength, he couldn't hold back his "bow legs" and ran to Wei Dayong's right side.

Wei Dayong raised his right elbow and clamped the opponent's gun barrel under his arm. Two fingers of his left hand were directed towards the "bow-legged" front, and the "bow-legged" reflexively stretched out his hand to block it.

Unexpectedly, Wei Dayong's move was a false move. His purpose was to seize the gun in the opponent's hand.

Of course, "bow-legged"'s eyes were not blinded. He just felt numbness in the "Quchi point" of the elbow where he held the gun. Then as soon as his hand was empty, his 38-year-old cap changed his surname to Wei.

Wei Dayong grabbed the spear and swung it. The hard wooden butt of the gun came into close contact with the "bow-legged" head, like hitting a ripe watermelon. There was a "dong" sound, and he died before his eyes.

With the Sanba Gai with bayonet in his hand, Wei Dayong felt like a fish in water. He shouted "kill" and dove into the crowd of Japanese soldiers.

But seeing the shadows of guns flying, Wei Dayong stabbed left and right, and faced the siege of the Japanese soldiers with ease. He almost didn't defeat the enemy in a single attack, and he overturned several people in just a few encounters.

Zhen Yuan, who followed closely behind him, also rushed into the circle waving his pole and using his teacher's "Thirty-Six Pestles of Skanda" to knock, poke, sweep and block, and also severely injured several enemies.

Company Commander Fang's eyes widened when he saw this scene!

Seeing that no one could stop Wei Dayong, a buck-toothed Japanese soldier with a strange appearance took the risk and threw away his gun and rushed forward. He was stabbed in the body and hugged Wei Dayong tightly from the front!

This move was the same death tactic used by the young soldiers of the Chinese army just now, except that Wei Dayong's assassination was faster than lightning, and the bayonet did not stay in the opponent's body.

The "buck-toothed monster" was really cruel, making him scream out in pain, but his hands were clasped together behind Wei Dayong's back, and they were as unbreakable as an iron cage.

In such a position, Wei Dayong was unable to exert force with his rifle, and for a while he was unable to break free.

He could only slam his knee into the "Bucktooth Monster"'s abdomen, hoping to get rid of the opponent's control.

The "buck-toothed monster" seemed to hear the sound of his own eggs breaking, and the unbearable severe pain in his lower body almost made him faint. However, this Japanese soldier was really cruel to him. He tightened his arms more and more crazily, pinching Wei Dayong's ribs. All rattled.

At this time, Wei Dayong was actually in a very dangerous situation. If Zhenyuan hadn't stepped in in time and blocked several spear points for him, he would probably have suffered a loss as well.

Wei Dayong, who was at a critical moment, realized that he could not escape unless he killed the "buck-toothed monster" in front of him, so he calmed down.

The "buck-toothed monster" was almost face to face with him, and it was impossible to find such an opportunity. It was really rare!

This is the perfect opportunity to use that move!

Wei Dayong took a deep breath, suddenly opened his mouth wide, and let out an earth-shattering roar at the "buck-toothed monster" facade!

This is--

"Lion's Roar Skill"!

The "buck-toothed monster" trembled all over, as if three souls and seven souls were roared out of their bodies by this voice. His whole face showed symptoms of dementia, and he spat out a series of "uh...uh...uh" in his mouth.

Meaningless syllables.

Immediately afterwards, I saw red blood gushing out from the seven orifices of the "buck-toothed monster", which looked very scary.
Chapter completed!