The rifle bayonet in the jackal's hand was suddenly pulled out from the chest of a Japanese soldier, and the blood spurted onto his body and face. The hot feeling made him involuntarily open his mouth and gasp, then turned around and turned towards him.
The Xue Peng not far away roared.
Xue Peng is carrying a machete in his hand, which is one meter and a half long and weighs forty-five kilograms. It is like half a door panel. With his tall body, he looks like a god of war. As long as the machete passes through, he will be killed.
Some Japanese soldiers were separated and fell to the ground.
Holding the sword with both hands, he raised it high, and then slashed the Japanese soldier with his rifle into two halves with his sword.
Protect Phoenix, retreat and let me handle it."
As he spoke, he rushed forward and blocked the path of a group of Japanese soldiers with a broad stroke of his sword.
There were seven or eight Japanese soldiers in this group, all of them veterans who had experienced battles for a long time. They were all very good mentally and technically and tactically. When they saw this big man blocking their way, they immediately dispersed in a tacit understanding and held up their swords.
The bayonets surrounded him.
Before they could form a circle of encirclement, Xue Peng rushed forward with a loud roar, swung his sword, and struck a bolt of lightning on the neck of the unprepared Japanese.
He fired his bow left and right, and in the blink of an eye, two Japanese soldiers fell to the ground, their heads and bodies moved.
The remaining Japanese soldiers were stunned for a moment, but then calmed down. They cautiously but fearlessly surrounded the Xue Peng.
"You bastard little devil, come on." Xue Peng clenched the sword with both hands and shouted loudly, then stared at the little devil with blood-red eyes, looking for each other's flaws.
The little devils were not in a hurry to take action. They also knew that the big man was powerful and did not want to take action rashly to avoid being killed by him.
The two sides faced off like this for more than ten seconds, and the Japanese finally broke out at the same time, charging forward with weapons raised at the same time.
"kill--"
Xue Peng waved his arm, and the broadsword slashed horizontally at a Japanese soldier in front of him. The broadsword slid forward along his erect rifle, and struck his throat, cutting off the trachea and esophagus without any obstruction.
The artery was severed as well.
The Japanese soldier made a clucking sound, like a rooster with its neck cut off. He let go of the rifle in his hands and fell back.
Putting it on the Japanese soldier, Xue Peng used his left foot as a pivot, turned his body sharply to the left, and pushed the sword in his hand, blocking the bayonets coming from his side and behind.
There was a heart-wrenching sound of metal collision, and then a string of sparks burst out. Xue Peng clenched his sword and was pushed back four or five steps by the Japanese bayonet. Then he stopped, and then fiercely raised his arms towards
Push outside, "Open."
The four or five Japanese soldiers felt a huge force coming towards the rifles in their hands, causing them to retreat involuntarily, staggering back several steps before stopping.
At this moment, Xue Peng, who had pushed away the Japanese bayonet, felt a chill on his lower back, followed by severe pain that hit him from his waist, making his body tremble.
Before his body had time to turn around, Xue Peng took a step forward, which relieved the opponent's stabbing force in time, making the bayonet penetrate much shallower. Then he released his right hand and held the sword with his left hand and swung it violently behind him.
The broadsword passed behind him as fast as the wind, and he felt his arm shake. Then there was no obstacle, and then he heard the sound of a human body falling to the ground.
After dealing with the Japanese soldiers who sneaked up on him, Xue Peng reached out and touched the blood coming out of his lower back, and then smiled bitterly, "Oh my god, I was actually attacked by a little Japanese soldier."
After wiping the bright red blood on his clothes, he held the handle of the sword again with both hands and roared at the Japs, "Come on, little Japs."
Perhaps shocked by his ferocity, several Japanese soldiers hesitated for a moment, but then they rushed forward again. The bayonets in their hands stabbed at Xue Peng's vital parts with a dazzling cold light.
"Kill——!" Xue Peng waved his sword and faced him.
As the sword flashed, blood spattered and pieces of flesh flew everywhere, and the two sides intertwined, as if they were wild beasts caught in madness.
After a while, the two sides separated, each took a few steps to stop, then turned to look at the other side.
There were only two people left on the Japanese side. One of them was missing an arm and was cut off at the wrist. However, he still held the bayonet with one hand and stood with another Japanese soldier, looking at him with crazy eyes.
Looking at the Xue Peng opposite.
Xue Peng had at least a dozen scars on his body, and there was blood everywhere on his clothes. He didn't know whether it was from the Japs or from him, but the scratches showed that he had to pay a lot of effort to kill those Japs.
of the price.
Especially under the right rib, a bone-deep wound was visible. The wound, which was more than two inches wide, opened like a baby's mouth. Blood spurted out from the wound, soaking half of his body.
When Tian's lips were stained with blood, Xue Peng didn't even look at the wound, but he could feel a warm feeling flowing down his thighs, already wetting his thighs and knees.
"kill!"
After a moment of looking at each other, the two sides let out loud shouts again, and then rushed toward each other. The broadswords and bayonets burst into white light in the firelight under the night sky.
A fierce battle broke out again, with the three people fighting almost crazily!
Xue Peng roared, and slashed the big knife in his hand diagonally. The blade that had been stained red by blood was still very sharp, easily cutting off the opponent's rifle barrel, and by the way, he gave the opponent an old lady to chop onions - diagonally.
Stubble, cut him into two ends.
Regardless of the Japanese soldier whose body was split open but still alive, Xue Peng jumped up to the Japanese soldier who had lost one of his hands with a single arrow. He stretched out his left hand and pinched his neck, knocking off the big knife in his right hand.
The opponent was already holding the bayonet which was a bit difficult to carry.
The Japanese soldier was twisting and struggling in his palm, shouting indistinctly, "Yamato Wuhun is undefeated." Although there was no weapon, he was still struggling to bite the back of Xue Peng's hand, even though it was not possible at all.
Possibly bitten.
Xue Peng looked at this tenacious Japanese soldier and couldn't help but feel a hint of admiration in his heart. The spirit of the Japanese soldiers was indeed very tenacious. No wonder their combat effectiveness was so outstanding.
However, he will not be soft-hearted because of this. You must know that this is a battlefield, either you die or I die, and he will not be soft-hearted towards the Japanese Xue Peng at any time.
As soon as he tightened his arm, his iron-like palm twisted violently, crushing the Japanese soldier's throat, and then casually threw his limp body aside.