When Oshima Fumino saw this, his eyes froze, and he hurriedly raised his gun, trying to block the incoming blade.
This little devil reacted very quickly and blocked in time.
"Qiang!"
The blade of the blade and the tip of the gun collided hard together, and a spark could be vaguely seen blooming in the night sky.
Oshima Fumi was shocked by this move and took several steps back. Finally, he used the barrel of the gun to steady his retreating body.
"This guy!" Oshima Fumi looked at Ding Wei in disbelief, and thought to himself: "He is too strong."
Just that impact made his arms numb, and his mouth felt a little painful.
Oshima Fumino lowered his head and glanced at the mouth of his hand.
There were scratches on it, and tiny drops of blood were secreted out.
After two consecutive tests, Oshima Fumi no longer underestimated the enemy, and looked at Ding Wei with eyes full of vigilance and a bit of hatred.
Oshima Fumi lowered the gun tip, moved his feet back and forth, looked at Ding Wei closely, and did not dare to take the initiative anymore, he just wanted to wait for Ding Wei to reveal his flaws.
But Ding Wei looked as usual and looked at Oshima Fumi with playful eyes. This devil also had some skills, but it was a pity that he met him.
Seeing the vigilant look on this Japanese soldier, Ding Wei felt funny.
Because the labor camp was too chaotic, Tony Muda didn't dare to run around and kept following Oshima Wen.
In the two confrontations between Oshima Fumi and Ding Wei just now, Tony Muda could also see that Oshima Fumi didn't actually take any advantage.
Looking around, he could no longer see many shadows of his soldiers. Even if he could see them, they looked like they were being chased like rabbits.
In this situation, wanting to counterattack and restore the disadvantage is no different from dreaming.
At this moment, Tony Muda is also thinking about how to run next, first save his life and report this matter to His Excellency the General.
"Your Excellency, Squadron Leader, leave this to me and I will cover your retreat."
Obviously, Oshima Fumi also realizes that the current situation is not good for them.
After saying that, Fumi Oshima picked up his gun, stabbed Ding Wei fiercely, and shouted without looking back: "Your Excellency, Squadron Leader, run!"
There was no need for Oshima Wen to remind him. When Tony Mu saw him rushing towards him, he immediately ran towards a place with few people.
Oshima Fumi feinted with the tip of his gun in an attempt to attract Ding Wei's attention.
Ding Wei snorted coldly and said: "If you want to run away, don't ask me if I will accept the knife in my hand!"
Ding Wei didn't bother to respond to Oshima Fumi's feint, he directly raised the saber in his hand and threw it towards Tony Muda's back.
The saber suddenly turned into a stream of silver light and flew towards Tony Mu's escape direction.
Tony Mu had just run a distance of four to five meters, and Ding Wei was fully confident that he could kill him with one blow.
"Sir, squadron leader, be careful!" Seeing that Ding Wei didn't fall for the trick and instead attacked the squadron leader, Oshima Fumi hurriedly shouted.
Tony Muda, who was running wildly, suddenly heard someone calling him and subconsciously turned around.
The moment he turned around, the sharp blade penetrated Tony Mu's chest directly, leaving only the handle of the knife in front of his chest.
Tony Wood stood on the spot like a sculpture, looking at the knife handle on his chest in surprise. He opened his mouth to say something, but he spit out large mouthfuls of blood.
In the end, he still didn't say a word, his knees weakened, he knelt on the ground with a face full of unwillingness, and his head tilted to death.
Tony Muda may have thought about various ways to die, but he certainly never thought that he would end his life in this way.
"Your Excellency, squadron leader!" Oshima Fumino shouted when he saw that Tony Mudai was killed on the spot.
But his squadron leader will never talk to him again no matter what.
"Baga, damn Chinaman, I will definitely kill you and bury you with the squadron leader!" Oshima Fumi roared angrily.
While Gu Qi/span was speaking, Oshima Fumi picked up the tip of his spear and stabbed Ding Wei fiercely again.
This time, Oshima Fumi was full of confidence. The guy in front of him actually threw his weapon, which was a taboo on the battlefield.
Fumi Oshima didn't believe that Ding Wei, with his bare hands, could compare to his own gun.
Even if he wanted to draw his gun and fight back at this time, it was too late. Oshima Fumi was quite confident in the speed with which he could draw his gun.
Oshima Fumi had even begun to imagine Ding Wei being pierced through his body and then screaming for mercy.
Moreover, this guy on horseback looked like an officer at first glance. Even if he died, he would definitely kill him to destroy the morale of these guys.
It's a pity that Fumi Oshima thought well, but he misjudged Ding Wei's strength.
In Ding Wei's eyes, Oshima Fumi's so-called quick moves are like turning on the slow playback button.
Just as the gun tip was about to stab him, Ding Wei suddenly turned sideways, and the tip of the gun flew directly against Ding Wei's chest.
"Nani." Oshima Fumi was shocked.
Seeing that Ding Wei had dodged his own stab, Oshima Fumi immediately wanted to return the gun and carry out the next thrust.
But it was already too late, Ding Wei suddenly took action and grabbed the barrel of the silver gun.
"Huh?" Oshima Fumi subconsciously tried to withdraw his force, but to no avail.
Ding Wei on horseback was as steady as a rock. No matter how hard Oshima Fumi exerted his strength, the gun did not move at all, as if it was restrained by iron pincers.
After several consecutive tests, Oshima Fumi couldn't retract the gun body. He suddenly became furious and shouted: "Baga, give me back my gun!"
"Give it back to your mother!" Ding Wei cursed, pulled hard on his hand, and grabbed the silver gun directly.
"hiss…"
Oshima Fumi was unprepared and felt a pain in the palm of his hand. He subconsciously let go of his hand and stood there waving his hands to relieve the pain.
The wooden gun body came into close contact with Oshima Fumi's hand, and the rapid friction caused scratches on his palm.
Looking at the wounds in his palms, Oshima Fumi became even more angry. His extraordinary kung fu, which he was proud of, did not take advantage of him at all. Instead, his weapons were taken away from him.
This was a humiliation he had never suffered before.
When he looked at Ding Wei again, Ding Wei was holding a silver gun in one hand and looking at Oshima Fumi with a sneer.
"Damn Chinese, give me back my gentian silver spear!" Oshima Fumi became angry and shouted at Ding Wei.
When Ding Wei heard this, he immediately became happy. This devil was quite interesting. He actually made a weapon that was used by Zhao Zilong in legend.
However, a little devil is worthy of using the weapons of the God of War Zhao Zilong?
"If you want it, I'll give it to you right now!" Ding Wei clamped the horse's belly and stabbed towards Oshima Wen.
The head of the gentian bright silver gun flashed with a cold light and stabbed directly towards Oshima Fumi.
Oshima Fumi felt a chill in his heart. He had forgotten to dodge a long time ago. He subconsciously took a few steps back, then turned around and wanted to run away.
But before he could take two steps, Ding Wei stabbed forward with his gun. He loosened his grip and stabbed Oshima Fumi with the gun.
There was a "pop" sound.
The tip of the spear directly penetrated Oshima Fumi's body and penetrated out from in front of him.
Oshima Fumi immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, looked down at the silver spear tip, and still wanted to move forward.
But before taking two steps, Oshima Fumi felt his body light up and his feet rose into the air.
Ding Wei held the gun and directly picked up Oshima Fumi.
"Ah!" Oshima Fumi suddenly let out a shrill scream.