"Kill!" Sun Desheng waved his Yunlong knife and slashed at a Japanese who was fighting with the Eighth Route Army soldiers.
The Japs didn't have time to react, and the blade swept across lightly.
Seeing Gululu's head rolling on the ground, Sun Desheng was slightly startled. Before he even exerted any force, the devil's head had already moved.
Then, his eyes lit up like light bulbs, and he looked at the Yunlong Dao in his hand, his face full of joy.
This new cavalry sword seems a bit sharp!?
The blood spurting from the Japanese's severed neck sprayed on the faces of the soldiers fighting with the Japanese.
Seeing the headless Japanese man lying on the ground like a wooden stake, the soldier was also a little confused.
A Japanese soldier with the rank of second lieutenant had just cut down an Eighth Route Army soldier. He was taking extremely fast steps, waving his command knife and sneaking towards Sun Desheng.
"Company Commander Sun, be careful behind you!" When the soldier saw that Sun Desheng was still dazed, he couldn't help but shrink back and warned loudly.
Sun Desheng stabbed him in the back with his backhand, and the sharp Yunlong knife stabbed out from his armpit and plunged into the belly of the Japanese behind him with a pop.
The command knife in the Japs hand was only a few centimeters away from Sun Desheng. His whole body froze slightly, but he still chopped off his head with a fierce look on his face.
However, Sun Desheng gently drew the Yunlong knife in his hand, turned around, raised the knife and dropped it, and the Japs head flew out.
After killing two Japanese soldiers in the blink of an eye, Sun Desheng wanted to find more Japanese soldiers to kill. Looking around, he saw more and more soldiers rushing down the hillside and joining the battlefield.
The few remaining Japs were suddenly overwhelmed by the surging sea of people.
There are more wolves and less meat, first come first served. Sun Desheng joins the battle group again with Yunlong knife in hand.
As time goes by, there are fewer and fewer Japanese resisting on the highway.
There were more than 700 Japs in total under the fierce firepower, but less than 300 Japs survived. Many of these 300 Japs were killed and cut into two parts.
Li Yunlong's ambush location was where three companies of the First Battalion and the cavalry company were located, and on the hilltop on the other side were two companies each of the Second and Third Battalions.
In less than five minutes of hand-to-hand combat, most of the Japs fell down, leaving only a dozen or so Japs standing back to back in a trapped beast fight.
The remaining dozen or so Japs were all experts at stabbing, but no matter how strong the Japs were, they could not stop dozens of bayonets from attacking from all directions at the same time.
After another round of fighting, only number five or six of the Japs were left, staring at the surrounding people with ugly expressions.
"Get out of my way, I'm going to die Okazaki!"
Li Yunlong came over and saw that one of the Japanese was holding a samurai sword in both hands and carrying the rank of Shaozuo on his shoulder. He must have been Ichiro Okazaki, and he immediately said loudly.
In hand-to-hand combat, Li Yunlong rushed a beat too slowly and only killed one Japanese soldier, and he was still a wounded Japanese soldier.
This made Li Yunlong, who always liked to fight Japanese devils live, not in a very good mood.
The soldiers immediately stepped aside. Li Yunlong held a ghost machete and pointed at Okazaki Ichiro with a contemptuous expression.
"idiot!"
A handsome-looking Japanese man with the rank of lieutenant shouted angrily and was about to stand up and challenge Li Yunlong to a duel.
But Okazaki Ichiro pushed him away, took a few steps forward with a katana in both hands, and stared at Li Yunlong with his cold eyes.
The confrontation between the two sides means that the duel has begun.
The two of them first bowed, each holding the weapons in their hands, looking at each other and walking around in circles a few times.
"Nisuchi!" Okazaki Ichiro was the first to lose his composure, roared and rushed over, raised his katana and slashed it down.
Li Yunlong did not retreat but advanced. The ghost machete clunked as he blocked the samurai sword, and the handle of the knife struck Ichiro Okazaki hard on the chest.
Okazaki Ichiro groaned and took a few steps back.
The look he looked at Li Yunlong was solemn.
Before Ichiro Okazaki could slow down his hand, Li Yunlong took the initiative to chop it off with his knife.
Amidst the rapid jingling sounds, the two people quickly exchanged more than a dozen moves without deciding the outcome.
After another three or five moves, Li Yunlong finally caught Okazaki's flaw, and with an upward diagonal move, he knocked the katana away from Okazaki's hand, and then slammed his head into Okazaki's face.
Tietou Gong is Li Yunlong's specialty.
Li Yunlong's head collided violently with Okazaki Ichiro's face.
There was only a crunching sound, and the bridge of Okazaki Ichiro's nose was shattered by Li Yunlong's head.
The huge impact made Ichiro Okazaki feel all kinds of things, and he lost consciousness for a moment.
Taking advantage of this moment, Li Yun stepped forward and swung the blade from right to left towards Okazaki Ichiro's neck.
With a popping sound, Okazaki Ichiro's head and body separated, and his head rolled down into a crater.
As for Okazaki Ichiro's body, he fell straight to the ground like a wooden stake, with blood spurting out from his neck.
"Okay!" The soldiers watching burst into cheers.
The veterans were already used to it, but the way the recruits looked at Li Yunlong changed.
Not only the eyes, but the expressions of the recruits also quietly changed, becoming more fearless, confident and persevering.
That's what a good commander is.
He can single-handedly lead and ignite an entire army.
Obviously, Li Yunlong... is such a commander.
Li Yunlong was holding a ghost machete in his hand, looking quite proud, and glanced at the remaining ghosts.
The remaining Japs didn't dare to look at him at all, and their eyes avoided Li Yunlong's gaze.
A Japanese soldier quietly touched the melon grenade on his waist, preparing to take away a few more Eighth Route Army soldiers before he died.
Zhang Dabiao had sharp eyes, holding an MP40 submachine gun, and without hesitation he pulled the trigger on the Japanese.
"Da da, da da da!" the MP40 submachine gun roared.
Accompanied by the sound of bursts of submachine gun fire, dense bullets poured towards the remaining Japanese soldiers.
With the sound of bullets entering the flesh, all the remaining Japs No. 4 and 5 fell into a pool of blood.
The road was quiet, with corpses of Japanese soldiers lying everywhere, and a strong smell of blood spread out.
Third Battalion Commander Chen Dagu ran to Li Yunlong, gave a military salute and then said: "Report to the commander, the battle over there is over, and not a single Japanese has been escaped!"
"Your second and third battalions fought well in this battle."
Li Yunlong nodded with satisfaction, and both sides ended the battle almost at the same time.
Li Yunlong looked solemn: "Each battalion will clean the battlefield as soon as possible, rescue the wounded, and ask the second battalion commander to report the statistics of casualties and seizures as soon as possible."
The soldiers carefully cleaned the battlefield with bayonets and machetes. When they saw the corpse of the Japanese, they went up to stab the vital parts.
Since Li Yunlong shot five Japanese prisoners during the Battle of Xingkou and was given a major demerit and his position was demoted one level, he has not killed any prisoners.
But the current situation is that among the corpses of so many Japanese soldiers, there are probably wounded soldiers of the Japanese soldiers.
Veterans all know that wounded Japanese soldiers often sound grenades while you are cleaning the battlefield and die with you.
The soldiers carried rifles with bayonets in their hands and called the Japanese one by one to kill them.
On the highway, the sound of bayonets going into flesh was heard one after another.
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