Bang——— The jackal knocked down a Japanese man with one shot, then raised his toes, and the rifle that was thrown to the ground by the Japanese being killed flew up and fell into his hands.
With both hands raised, the rifle pointed directly at the Japanese opposite, and shouted, and then he threw the rifle out and penetrated into the Japanese's chest. The huge force even caused the Japanese to retreat several steps back and fell to the low wall behind him.
After wiping the blood from his face, the jackal felt a sharp pain on his right arm, and the blood had penetrated out of the bandages that were bandaged during the day, dyeing the cotton coat red.
At this time, the jackal was injured on many sides. The final wound was cut by the Japanese bayonet. There was a half-foot-long hole under the right rib. The wound was flipped out like a child, which made people feel shocking when they saw it.
Although I simply bandaged the wound with my clothes, the blood continued to flow out, leaving blood drops on the ground. The jackal believed that it would not take long to kill the Japanese without the Japanese killing themselves, and the blood could make them die by bleeding alone.
He rolled sideways, and the jackal jumped behind a low wall, then pulled out the mullet gun, pulled out the magazine, and found that there were only six bullets left inside, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
From the beginning of the battle to now, he has killed forty or fifty Japanese devils. The only one hundred pistol bullets he carried with him now is left. Even if he saves it, it will not last long.
"It seems that reinforcements will not come." Looking at the quiet gate, Jackal sighed in his heart. He knew that there must be something wrong with the secret service team, otherwise his subordinates would not have come to save him for so long.
Since the start of the battle, it has been more than half an hour. Even the brothers waiting outside know that something has happened. It seems that someone must have stopped them from coming to rescue them.
So who is it?
After thinking about it, Jackal felt that the most likely one was Lie Tianyang, because if he died, he would be the one who would benefit the most. At that time, he would be competent as the captain, and he would take all the credit for this mission to himself. If he didn't make a good deal, he would be rewarded by the Legion.
When Jackal thought of this, he secretly hated himself for not knowing what others saw, and actually promoted such an ungrateful wolf. He was so bad that he regarded him as his brother and thought of many ways to improve his prestige. Unexpectedly, he did this for his own selfish interests in the end!
"When I go out, let's see how I deal with you bastard." The jackal cursed gritted his teeth, but he couldn't even protect himself now, and he didn't know whether he could go out.
Without the rescue outside, the jackal knew that it would not last long, and might fall under the Japanese bayonet in the next moment.
However, he never regretted it. Whether it was the personal grudges that killed his elder brother Heilong or the hatred of the nation, jackals could not live in peace with the Japanese, so he never regretted what he had done.
However, he felt a little regretful, that was that he was unable to meet Phoenix before he died, which made him unable to close his eyes even if he died.
Just as he was thinking about it, the footsteps sounded again. He knew that the Japanese attack had begun again, so he turned over and rushed outside.
Now there are corpses of Japanese devils everywhere in the ruins, and the ground is stained with blood. It feels that it is not easy to stand firm when stepping on it. So the jackal decided to rush out and have a final fight with the Japanese.
Without reinforcements, it would be useless even if he persisted for a long time. As for the attacking troops of the Yanhuang Legion, he probably couldn't wait, so he wanted to fight a grand battle, even if he died, it would be worth it.
Thinking of this, the jackal pulled out the wolves from his waist, checked the six bullets, and rushed out from behind a burnt pillar.
"Bang bang bang!"
The wolves kept firing, and the jackal strides forward and heads straight to the door of the yard. His blood-stained body is straight and has no intention of dodging.
Several of the Japanese machine gunners fell to the ground, and the bullets in the jackal muffled gun were also exhausted.
He threw away the bulletless mullet gun, the jackal took the bayonet from his left hand, then held it in his hand, and rushed towards the Japanese with a roar.
The Japanese did not shoot, but listened to the bayonets rushing up with tacit understanding. More than a dozen Japanese soldiers surrounded him with a whistle. The jackals bent their bodies slightly, their eyes staring at the Japanese like wolves. More than a dozen bright bayonets were swaying around him, and further afield were densely packed with Japanese soldiers and bayonets.
"Jackal, why are you doing this? You have to go to this point." Inukai walked in from outside the yard with a command knife. The expression on his face was very complicated. It was not a pity or something.
"Inukai Ken, we are each responsible for their own duties, so there is no need to say anything about you." The sweat and bloody mud on the jackal's face flowed downwards, covering one of his eyes and being wiped away by him. "I have never regretted what I did today."
"Okay, I respect your choice, but I also have something I want to stick to." Inukai slowly pulled out his command knife, threw the scabbard on the ground beside him, and walked forward, "So I'm going to send you on my own, which is the only thing I can do for my former friends."
The jackal shook his body, raised his right hand flat, crossed his chest, and then shouted coldly, "Okay, then come on."
Ken Inukai passed through the surrounded Japanese soldiers, then came to the jackal, then held the hilt of the knife with his left hand, then slowly raised the command knife, pointing the tip of the knife directly to the jackal opposite.
The two of them confronted each other and did not take action for a long time.
Finally, the jackal roared and rushed up first, "Come on."
The body rushed forward suddenly, the jackal suddenly waved his right hand, and the bayonet rushed straight to Inuyakin's throat, and a cold light came to him.
Ken Inukai commanded the knife and blocked him in front of him. The jackal's bayonet stabbed his knife and made a jingle sound, but it didn't work.
The huge force from the knife suddenly shocked the jackal's body, and then retreated. After several steps in a row, he stood firm. The wounds all over his body began to hurt, and some of them collapsed again.
Taking a deep breath and suppressing the piercing pain, the jackal raised the bayonet in his hand again and stared at Inukai Ken opposite him.
After repelling the jackal's attack, Ken Inukai did not rush to attack, but instead held a sword in front of him and stared at the jackal.
He knew that the jackal would definitely be very fierce when it launched another attack, but it might be the final attack, and his body would not be able to hold on for too long.
The two of them confronted each other in the circle, while the Japanese soldiers around them all watched quietly, holding their breaths one by one.
Time seemed to solidify. The air and night became very heavy.
"kill!"
Taking a deep breath, the jackal's eyes suddenly opened, the bayonet turned into holding hands, and then rushed towards Inukai Ken.
The bayonet held a sharp breath and slashed at Inuyakin's chest!
Ken Inukai also straightened his body, and raised the sword in his hand suddenly to face the bayonet that was slashed by the jackal.
With a sound, the bayonet and the war knife collided with each other, and then it was bounced up. The jackal's body shook, and a look of pain appeared between his eyebrows, but he did not hesitate at all. The bayonet raised it again and slashed at Inukai's chest.
The same action, the same fierceness, was as if it was a copy of the attack just now.
Ken Inukai did not dodge, but raised his sword again and faced the bayonet.
The two knives met in the air again, and then a dazzling spark burst out, accompanied by a harsh and sharp sound, which made people feel a little sour.
The jackal roared, jumped up, and raised the bayonet for the third time and slashed Inukai's chest, still so fierce.
When the bayonet and the command knife collided again, they were also bounced up.
One knife after another, the jackal seemed to go crazy. The bayonet waved like a windmill, and it slashed hard at Inukai Ken on the opposite side without leaving any backhand.
Inukai welcomed him calmly, bounced the bayonet again and again, but did not counterattack. Maybe he was waiting for his physical strength to run out.
After twenty-seven consecutive slashes, the jackal's speed dropped significantly. The fierce slash consumed his already small physical strength, making him feel that his hands and feet were a little weak.
But the jackal still insisted. He gritted his teeth and raised the bayonet again, slashing towards Inukai Ken.