Chapter 276 Hand-to-hand combat, my advantage is mine
Quite the opposite.
Since practicing hand-to-hand combat, almost every soldier in the 28th Regiment wants to use hand-to-hand combat, press the Japanese to the ground and rub them, so that they will understand who is the ancestor of hand-to-hand combat!
"Where's all this nonsense? Send me an order right away. No matter what, we can't let the little devil cross our position!" Ding Wei shouted.
"Commander, just watch it!" Lu Fang laughed loudly and immediately ran out of the command post.
Ding Wei didn't hesitate at all, picked up his ghost head sword and walked out of the command post.
After all, there is no advantage in using silver guns in the trenches, and the ghost head sword is the way to go. Ding Wei also really wants to try how powerful the sword skill rewards given by the previous system can be!
When Ding Wei came out with the ghost head sword, he saw that the Japanese army was approaching the front of the formation, and the soldiers also installed bayonets one after another.
Although a wave of fire bombing was carried out against the Japs and the Japs killed many of them on the way, there were still two to three hundred Japs left.
"Brothers, kill!" Ding Wei shouted angrily, jumped out of the trench, and chopped down a Japanese soldier to the ground.
Ding Wei took the lead and rushed to the front. The soldiers of the Second Battalion and the First Company were also infected by Ding Wei's brave performance. Without any hesitation, they turned out of the trenches and rushed towards the Japanese.
"Captain!"
When Lu Fang and Huo Guang saw this, they roared urgently and followed Ding Wei with bayonets drawn, hoping to protect Ding Wei's safety.
But Ding Wei didn't care at all. Without turning his head, he shouted sternly: "Don't worry about me. Let's fight quickly and deal with these enemies."
The two had no choice but to follow Ding Wei's orders, but they did not dare to stay too far away from Ding Wei so that they could provide support easily.
Looking at the Japanese soldiers on the battlefield, Ding Wei felt a little excited. He said that he had not fought in hand-to-hand combat for a long time.
This time I must have a good time and enjoy it!
By the way, try your sword skills with these Japanese soldiers.
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In the Tamaki Alliance position.
Watching the two sides engage in hand-to-hand combat, a flash of excitement suddenly flashed in Tamaki Ling's eyes.
Unexpectedly, Higashino-kun really got close to the enemy's position in the end.
Although they had not yet officially crossed over, they finally approached the enemy's trenches.
Watching the two sides engaging in hand-to-hand combat, Tamaki Ling's eyes flashed with excitement.
The Imperial Army is well-trained, especially in hand-to-hand combat. Every Imperial Army soldier is almost as good as ten.
On the Chinese battlefield, the imperial army can be said to be the dominant force in hand-to-hand combat, and few can fight for it.
For ordinary combat troops, engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the imperial army is no different than seeking death. Except for the broadsword team of the Northwest Army, they really have no one to fear.
The hundreds of imperial troops in front of you will definitely beat those guys to pieces!
"Your Majesty Colonel, the enemy's bombardment has stopped, and Higashino-kun has successfully fought with the Chinese. Do we need to continue to charge, bombard the Chinese, and kill all those Chinese rats?"
The deputy captain walked quickly to Tamaki Ling and asked.
Higashinojima himself was a death squad, and the lieutenant also subconsciously believed that a new round of attack opportunities had arrived.
Tamaki Ling thought for a while, shook her head, and said: "No need, Higashino-kun will definitely win this battle!"
The deputy captain also had a confident smile: "Your Majesty, Colonel, I think that anyone who dares to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the imperial army is no different from seeking death!"
These Japanese soldiers have blind confidence in their own hand-to-hand combat. In addition to being severely brainwashed, their hand-to-hand skills are indeed not bad.
Moreover, they have won successive hand-to-hand battles, which also greatly increased their confidence in their own hand-to-hand combat.
Before the result of the battle came out, they began to believe that the winner this time must be themselves.
"A long-lost victory." Tamaki Ling couldn't help but sigh, holding up the binoculars and looking at the battlefield ahead, with a smile on her lips.
Unfortunately, what they encountered this time was the more well-trained 28th Regiment.
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Ding Wei rushed towards the crowd of Japs head-on, carrying a ghost-headed sword in one hand, and chopped all the way down the Japs like a watermelon.
If you enter an uninhabited area, all the Japanese will be chopped to the ground by him.
Seeing the Japanese soldiers' flesh and blood flying everywhere, Ding Wei was like a wolf who smelled the smell of blood, becoming more and more courageous as he fought.
When holding the knife, Ding Wei felt that the knife was like a part of his body. He could use the knife more calmly than before.
On the battlefield, life and death only last for a moment, especially in hand-to-hand combat and fighting with masters. Ding Wei could clearly feel that his sword skills had grown geometrically.
Looking at the corpses of the Japanese lying around, Ding Wei couldn't help but roar.
Then, Ding Wei saw two Japanese soldiers shouting and rushing towards him.
They seemed to realize that Ding Wei was an officer of high rank, and they wanted to capture the thief first. Ding Wei was so brave in combat, so they wanted to kill Ding Wei first to damage the morale of the soldiers of the 28th Regiment.
Looking at the two Japanese soldiers surrounding him, Ding Wei's expression remained unchanged as he weighed the large sword in his hand.
"Xinei!"
The two Japanese soldiers let out a ghostly howl and stabbed at Ding Wei with their bayonets pointed out.
But Ding Wei's movements were faster. As soon as the Japs stabbed their bayonet, Ding Wei turned sideways and dodged the attacks of the two Japs.
Then, Ding Wei raised his machete high and slashed at the two Japanese soldiers in front of him.
He raised the knife and dropped it.
The two Japanese soldiers felt a flash of silver light before their eyes and closed their eyes subconsciously.
With two "clicking" sounds, the bodies of the two Japanese soldiers suddenly stopped in place.
"puff!"
The heads of the two Japanese soldiers were suddenly lifted high by a pillar of blood, and they flew to no one knows where.
The sky seemed to be raining blood, dyeing half of Ding Wei's body red.
As for the two headless corpses, it was because of Ding Wei's quick chopping movements that they still maintained their same movements as when they were alive.
"idiot!"
Ding Wei's brave performance soon attracted the attention of several other Japanese soldiers. They all drew their bayonets and surrounded Ding Wei.
"Xinei!"
A Japanese soldier stabbed Ding Wei in the chest with his bayonet straight out.
Ding Wei snorted coldly, picked up the ghost-headed sword, and looked sideways.
"Qiang!"
The back of the ghost's broadsword struck directly on the ghost's gun.
The Japanese soldier holding the bayonet felt a shock in the tiger's mouth, screamed in pain, and subconsciously let go of the rifle.
The rifle also fell to the ground. Ding Wei's quick hands and quick eyes chopped the Japanese soldier to the ground with one knife.
"idiot."
The other three Japanese soldiers saw that Ding Wei had cut down one of their comrades so easily, and they cursed angrily.
They thrust their bayonets at the same time and stabbed at Ding Wei.
Looking at the three bayonets shining brightly in front of him, Ding Wei's heart did not waver at all. He moved to the left with nimble steps.
The three Japanese soldiers looked at the person who suddenly disappeared in front of them, and there was a slight pause in the movements of their hands. They were wondering where Ding Wei had gone.
Ding Wei held the ghost-headed sword in his right hand and took action decisively.
The ghost-headed sword was as fast as lightning and directly cut off the arm of the ghost on the left.
"ah!"
A shrill scream followed.
The arm of the Japanese soldier on the left was completely cut off and fell to the ground with his rifle.
The Japanese soldier looked at his broken arm and barked one after another.
"Noisy!" Ding Wei snorted coldly and sent the Japanese soldier away with a knife, ending his pain.
The remaining two Japanese soldiers finally came to their senses. They had no time to think about why Ding Wei appeared beside them.
The Japanese soldier in the middle immediately wanted to stab Ding Wei, but before he could get close, Ding Wei kicked him up.
"boom!"
This kick hit the devil firmly.
Ding Wei had already recovered his peak physique. This kick could knock down even a wall, let alone the weak body of a Japanese soldier.
The Japs soldier's face turned the color of pig's liver, his whole face was twisted together, with snot and tears streaming down his face, he took a few steps back and fell heavily to the ground.
"puff!"
The Japanese soldier spurted out a mouthful of blood and lay on the ground twitching.
The remaining Japanese soldier saw that Ding Wei had kicked his companion half to death, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
Seeing the tragic death of his companion, he subconsciously took a few steps back and looked at Ding Wei with a hint of fear.
First, he crushed the chest of the fallen Japanese with his foot.
There was a "click" sound of bones breaking, and the Japanese soldier who fell to the ground completely stopped moving.
A stern smile appeared on the corner of Ding Wei's mouth, and then he rushed towards the Japanese soldier with his sword.
Seeing Ding Wei, covered in blood, rushing towards him, the Japanese soldier suddenly wanted to retreat and subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away.
But at this time, Ding Wei had already rushed to his side and looked at the ghost-headed sword held high above his head.
The Japanese soldier also subconsciously raised his 38 rifle, trying to resist the blow.
Ding Wei showed no intention of stopping. He raised his ghost-headed sword high and slashed at the butt of the rifle.
The ghost-head sword was sharpened by Ding Wei, and the blade shone with a cold light. The butt of the gun was made of pure wood, so it could not withstand Ding Wei's chop.
"Crack!"
The ghost-headed sword directly cut off the rifle butt in the hand of the Japanese soldier, and even chopped off a few fingers.
Half of the gun butt fell to the ground, with a few slightly trembling fingers attached to it.
Because Ding Wei moved so quickly, the Japanese soldier didn't even feel pain.
The blade continued to fall and struck the Japanese soldier's neck directly.
"puff!"
This knife struck directly on the blood vessels on the devil's neck, almost cutting off half of his neck, and blood immediately spurted out from the wound.
The Japanese soldier took several steps back, grunting and trying to make a sound, but his vocal cords had long been cut off by Ding Wei, and he couldn't make any sound at all.
He covered the wound with both hands and tried desperately to stop the blood from flowing out, but it was all in vain.
Not long after, his blood dried up and he died.
Ding Wei looked around the battlefield.
The enemy and ourselves have been fighting together for a long time. The Japs' hand-to-hand combat is indeed not bad. One Japs soldier actually dared to face the siege of two soldiers, and he was able to remain calm in the face of danger.
The sound of metal colliding and the sound of fighting continued to sound on the battlefield.
Both sides were furious. They had only one goal, either to kill the other side or to be killed by the other side. Very few people would choose to escape.
When he looked at the ground, there were still more enemies. Ding Wei immediately felt relieved. No matter how arrogant the little devil was, his side still had an absolute advantage in this battle.
Ding Wei once again walked into the battlefield carrying the ghost-headed sword. Wherever he passed, the ghosts screamed after being slashed.
What kind of Japanese death squads are like ants in Ding Wei's hands, he can crush them to death with one hand.
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Tamaki Ling from behind looked at the chaotic battlefield in the distance, feeling vaguely that something was wrong.
Both sides have been fighting for a while, but why can't they see the number of people on the opposite side of Tubal Road decreasing, and why are there fewer and fewer people on our own side?
"Your Majesty Colonel, it may be because the battlefield is too chaotic. You don't have to worry about these problems." The deputy captain comforted him.
Then, this guy said with confidence: "Your Excellency, Colonel, I believe in our warriors. In hand-to-hand combat, the advantage lies with me."
Yumuling nodded slightly, agreeing with this statement.
These two old devils were very optimistic about the current situation, but Higashinojima was not in such a good mood when he was on the battlefield.
He saw with his own eyes that there were several fierce generals in the Eighth Route Army opposite.
There was a very young guy among them, he was estimated to be 17 or 8 years old at most, but his kung fu was not bad. Captain Kobayakawa was stabbed to death without a single move from him.
There was also a guy whose bayonet was almost worn out, and at least a dozen imperial soldiers died in his hands.
What scares him the most is a man carrying a big knife. This guy is really as good at cutting people as he is at cutting melons.
Seeing his own soldiers falling one after another, Higashinojima felt a little at a loss for a while.
He never expected that this team would develop in many aspects, with top-notch weapons and equipment, as well as combat literacy.
It can even rival the existence of the elite regiment of the Imperial Army's Class A Division.
If it weren't for the clothes they were wearing, Higashinojima would have doubted that they were not members of the Eighth Route Army.
Looking at Ding Wei who was not far away, chopping people like firewood, a fierce expression suddenly appeared on the corner of Higashinoshima's mouth.
Ding Wei is dressed like a certain military officer. If he can be killed, it will definitely destroy the morale of these Tubal people.
Thinking of this, Higashiyejima immediately raised his bayonet, fixed his gaze on Ding Wei, chopped down three 28th Regiment soldiers along the way, and rushed towards Ding Wei's back.
As soon as Ding Wei chopped off the head of a Japanese soldier, he heard a ghost howl in his ears.
Turning around, Ding Wei saw Dong Yejiao rushing towards him.
Higashiyejima stopped three or four meters away from Ding Wei. He kept staring at Ding Wei, his eyes filled with anger, and he kept breathing heavily.
It's a pity that eyes can't kill, otherwise Ding Wei would have died countless times.
Ding Wei looked at the angry Higashinojima in front of him without changing his expression. To him, this was just another guy who wanted to die.
"What's your name?" Higashikata held the command knife in both hands and looked at Ding Weidao.