The Japanese squadron leader kept silent and swung his sword for a few times before suddenly slashing him diagonally. Jiang Hailong raised his sword with one hand to meet him as if it was an understatement. The saber struck Jiang Hailong's back, and the Japanese's hands were numb from the shock, but he remained calm and took advantage of the situation.
He sliced the opponent's fingers horizontally. As soon as Jiang Hailong withdrew his hand, he took advantage of the situation and struck out with two more knives. The knives did not leave the critical point and only hurt the person within a few centimeters. The hearts of the Chinese prisoners of war and members of the Tigers who were watching the battle were in their throats.
The Japanese swung his swords across with both hands. Jiang Hailong held his swords vertically, with the two sabers touching each other in the shape of a "cross". He flicked his wrist, separated the two sabers, and said in his mouth: "Dali, you can see clearly, this gesture is like a Chinese
The calligraphy was about to come down first, then go up, and then use force to chop Huashan and cut off the devil's claws." He quickly turned the blade and slashed diagonally upward from the devil's belly. The devil ducked and dodged the disemboweling knife, and saw that the knife was entangled like a poisonous snake.
He held on to the enemy, raised it up, and then slashed down on his head. The enemy moved sideways to get out of the way, but Jiang Hailong's saber suddenly changed direction and slashed towards the enemy's wrist. The enemy reacted quickly and withdrew his hand in time, barely escaping the sharp blow, "Dang."
!" There was a sound of a knife chopping near the handle of the Japanese saber, less than an inch away from the wrist.
Jiang Hailong was secretly frightened. This devil really had a chance to make a comeback. He must not be given a chance to make a comeback. In a duel between masters, the outcome is often a matter of one move or a thought. He struck out with a few "swish, swish" knives, although he did not hit the vital point.
But it left several bloody wounds on the enemy's body.
The Japanese squadron leader was in a hurry and was surrounded by dangers. What frightened him was that all his thunderous attacks were flawlessly blocked by others. Their attacks seemed to come casually, but in fact they were domineering and cunning, with every move costing his life. He was proud of himself.
His sword skills are rare in the military, but he is vulnerable to this monster. He has been immersed in Japanese Kendo and Aikido for more than ten years. Combining the actual combat sword skills in the military, he was originally against Chinese soldiers and the so-called Chinese
I dismissed martial arts, but I didn’t expect to encounter a real Chinese master today. This guy didn’t have any fancy moves in Chinese martial arts. His attacks were fierce, and it was difficult to distinguish between true and false. Every move had to be dealt with with all his strength. He was quite passive. It looked like today
It's hard to get out of the situation intact.
The Japanese squadron leader was stabbed again in the left shoulder and became a bloody man. He quickly took two steps back, raised his saber high, calmed down, and fixed his eyes on his opponent's shoulders, waiting for an opportunity to make a last stand even if both sides were injured. People who know martial arts
We all know that when you want to take action, you move your shoulder first.
How could Jiang Hailong give him a chance? He pursued him relentlessly, as if he were standing on the operating table, with his mind concentrated and his sword and man in one. His movements came suddenly without any warning, and he murmured: "Dali is optimistic about this move."
The sound is from the east and the west is struck, and the next move is to cut off the vines and drop the melons!"
After he feinted with the knife, he suddenly stood up. The Jaap who was concentrating on his sword received a hammer-like blow to his lower abdomen. He instinctively closed his abdomen and raised his head. Jiang Hailong let out a thunderbolt: "Go!" and waved the sword like the wind with his backhand.
The squadron leader's neck and half of his shoulder were cut off, and his head fell to the ground with his eyes still staring, as if he didn't believe that his head was missing.
The soldiers of the Anti-Japanese Tigers and the prisoners of war of the National Army burst into cheers. Jiang Hai was still alive and wanted to kill a few thorny Japanese with his own hands. Wang Dali and Zhou Dashan involuntarily took them out of the field. He knew that the two of them were
Not so brave, he spotted Li Ming who was smiling evilly in the crowd and yelled: "You stupid scholar, when you were just killing me, you sent someone to assassinate me. You will be removed from your post as regiment leader tomorrow and go back to the logistics camp for me to watch."
Go to the warehouse!"
Li Ming ignored his threat and retorted calmly: "It's too late for you to say this. Now you and I are both group leaders and we are on the same level!"
There was a commotion in the crowd. Most of the soldiers in the third battalion were recruits who had recently joined the army. They had never fought with the Japanese in hand-to-hand combat. Seeing the spies and the guard platoons fighting fiercely, they felt that the Japanese were nothing more than that, and they had long been reluctant to stand aside.
They stood aside and watched, taking advantage of the bickering between the two group leaders, they lost restraint, and they rushed out in a swarm without knowing who was in charge.
At this time, the Japs had been killed and were completely defeated. Only a few dozen people were left. The large group of troops surged forward. For a time, there were more monks than meat. Several or even more than a dozen soldiers killed one Jaap.
They stabbed the Japanese wherever they could. The recruits who had no place to strike were so anxious that they had to fight with their comrades. None of the Japanese who fell to the ground and died had only received one stab.
Commander Li Tiejun of the National Army looked at the shocking scene of the usually arrogant Japanese being slaughtered by others. He clapped his hands and shouted: "Happy, this is the day for the stubborn little Japanese!"