When Dragon Boat Festival arrived, Pang Hu was already covered in blood and lying in a pool of blood.
At this time, Pang Hu had stopped breathing, but the hot blood in his body was still flowing.
His blood covered the ground, as if his strong arms were still unable to let go of the heavy responsibility of being a soldier.
He is a soldier, and he used his actions to declare what it means to take an inch of mountains and rivers and an inch of blood. Although he sacrificed his life, he also wanted to let the little devils know that there is a price to pay for invading China.
So at this time, even though his people had left, his face was still filled with a happy smile.
Duanwu hugged Pang Hu and slowly placed him on the horse. Then he patted the horse gently, and the old horse carried Pang Hu's body and ran towards the city gate again.
At this time, the Japanese were still fleeing in panic, because Pang Hu was not the Dragon Boat Festival, so it would be meaningless for them to stay and take risks. After all, their position just now was only more than a hundred meters away from the city wall.
This distance is enough for Chinese sharpshooters to kill them easily.
But Pang Hu was still there just now, and they were sure that the Chinese did not dare to shoot, after all, there were still their own people in the fight.
But it's different now. The crazy Chinese soldier detonated a grenade and killed himself. They had lost their chips.
So even though the defenders on the city wall didn't shoot, the Japanese fled in panic.
But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind them: "Look at you, you look like a bunch of lost dogs!
Aren’t you going to kill me? I’m standing here now, do you dare to fight me?”
"Nani?"
The other party spoke in Japanese, and Fujiyama and Kazuma, two old Japanese, could hear it clearly.
They looked back and saw a young Japanese officer standing on the previous battlefield.
He was holding a sword in his hand, standing majestic like a bloody war god.
Young, very young, and speaks fluent Japanese.
Although Fujiyama and Kazuma have never seen the young man in front of them, they are both sure that this person must be Danwu.
But at this moment, not far behind Duan Wu, there were four Chinese special forces members wearing imperial military uniforms who were flying toward the battlefield.
In other words, the opponent has five people, but they only have about forty people left. This battle will not be good for them.
The Japanese wanted to go back and wait until they had gathered their men before fighting again. But Fujiyama thought that if they missed this opportunity, they might not have another chance. After all, the enemy would not be fooled again and again.
What's more, it will be dark soon. Once the enemy escapes during the night, all their previous efforts will be in vain.
Fujiyama said: "We should take a gamble. The fact that the Dragon Boat Festival didn't show up just now illustrates the problem. He was injured, so someone took his place."
Kazuma shook his head and said: "Fujiyama-kun, if that man dares to stand there at this time, it means that he has recovered, and with the addition of four Chinese soldiers, we have no chance of winning."
Tengshan said angrily: "Baga, there are more than forty of us, how can we be afraid of five of the other party? If this happens, we will become the laughing stock of the army. How can you and I gain a foothold in the army in the future?"
Will those colleagues say that we are cowards because more than forty imperial soldiers were scared away by five Chinese?"
Hemo Japanese hesitated, but at this moment, Dragon Boat Festival's sarcastic voice came again: "What? Don't you little devils believe in the spirit of the warrior? What? Your bushido spirit has been eaten by you losers?
I'm really ashamed of you, the Emperor, for spending so much money and only cultivating a group of cowards.
Didn't you keep saying you wanted to challenge me to a duel? I'm standing here now, but you ran away with your tail between your legs?
Do you want to tell me that your Imperial Japanese Army are all a bunch of cowards? Cowards?
If this is the case, I can let you go in Dragon Boat Festival, as long as you all go back to your hometown within three days, and by the way, give Matsui Iwane a message and ask him to kneel down and beg me. Maybe once I am in a good mood, I can
Won't you lead troops to attack your little devil's lair? Hahaha!"
"idiot!"
Old Japanese Fujiyama was angry. Although he knew this was a way to provoke the generals, he could not tolerate the Dragon Boat Festival insulting his Imperial Japanese Army.
He shouted at Kazuma: "You can bear it, but I can't bear it anymore. As samurai of the Japanese Empire, even if we die in battle, we should act like warriors! What's more, there are more than forty of us, and we
He is the final winner! Huh!"
Fujiyama snorted disdainfully, and then led his men to kill them back.
At this time, He Mojiazi frowned, because he always felt that things were not as simple as he imagined. Life or death was uncertain, but he had to go.
Fujiyama was right about what he said. If the forty or so of them were facing five Chinese soldiers and fled without fighting, then what dignity would they have in the army when they returned?
So Hemo Guizi, after exchanging a few words with his men, led his men straight to the Dragon Boat Festival.
At the same time, a man in the Dragon Boat Festival strutted forward with his head held high, facing the Japanese upstream.
At this time, the four special forces members were approaching, but Duanwu turned his back to them and shouted: "None of you should interfere today. This is a matter between me and these Japanese."
"Team seats!"
The four people were worried, but no one dared to disobey Dragon Boat Festival's order.
At this time, during the Dragon Boat Festival, they were already in close combat with the Japanese vanguard troops that were running towards them.
Duanwu easily dodged the bayonet of a Jaap, and grabbed the handle of the sword with his right hand. The sword was parallel to his shoulder, and he continued to walk forward with long strides. Due to the inertia of the little Japs, the neck of the Jaap was brought to Duanwu's blade.
puff!
The devil's neck was smeared, and blood flowed like a gushing column.
Duan Wu turned a blind eye and slashed his shoulder with his sword. Another Japanese man who rushed over was cut open in the chest at an angle and died miserably on the spot.
The Japanese who came later were stunned. The stabbing skills they were proud of had no effect at all in front of the opponent.
One knife, the other side only needs one knife to send them back to see their Amaterasu.
The charging Japanese soldiers gradually stopped because of fear, and some even wanted to turn around and run back.
"Baga, kill him for me. Anyone who retreats will die!"
The roars of Fujiyama Japs followed one after another. In order to gain military merit by killing Dragon Boat Festival, he had blocked everything.
Maybe he will die today, but maybe, after today, he will become a master, a dragon and a phoenix among people.
The military ranks of Lieutenant Colonel and Lieutenant General are different. Lieutenant Colonel has to lead troops to fight on the frontline battlefield, but as Lieutenant General, he can hide in the rear and command multiple regiments in combat, just like his Lord Matsui.
Thinking of this, the old devil Tengshan, although he knew clearly that Duanwu's swordsmanship was definitely better than his, he still rushed forward! . . .
ps: A mysterious person in Jilin came back from abroad and brought the virus back with him. Shu also stayed at home for two days. I will write more when I have time. There will be five more updates today. The last update will be after nine o'clock. Watch this time.
It won't be expanded. If it is expanded, there will be more updates this month. Thank you brothers for your support, thank you!