Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

The night was as dark as ink. The occasional moonlight that filtered through the woods was blocked by the dense treetops and shattered, leaving only patches of mottled shadows.

The Japanese soldiers outside the woods were anxiously turning around in place. The screams coming from their ears from time to time were like sharp blades, cutting the tense nerves of each Japanese soldier.

While they were anxiously waiting, a Japanese soldier finally came running hurriedly from the back of the team, holding a lit torch in his hand.

It was a torch he found in a nearby utility room.

Although the fire flickered and was intermittent.

But it can at least illuminate a distance of five or six meters.

The Japanese officer said excitedly: "The torches are coming! Come on, follow me!"

The officer shouted orders, took the torches from the Japanese soldiers, and stepped into the woods first.

The other Japanese soldiers followed closely behind, being extremely cautious with every step, because the sounds of fighting and screaming in the woods had stopped, and they didn't know whether their colleagues had won or their enemies had won.

They could only grope forward cautiously.

As they went deeper, the firelight gradually illuminated the scene ahead, but the sight before them made everyone gasp - the open space in the forest was littered with the bodies of their colleagues.

The Japs were lying in all directions, their blood dyed the ground beneath them red, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and rust.

The devils looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and anxiety.

The colleagues who were alive and kicking just now have now turned into cold corpses on the ground.

The Japanese officer gritted his teeth and tried to stay calm, knowing that panic at this moment would only make the situation worse.

He slowly raised the torch and carefully observed the traces around him, trying to find traces of the enemy or clues of the attack from the clues at the scene.

However, he found nothing except mess and dead silence.

"Keep going, be careful and alert."

The officer lowered his voice and issued orders. The death of all his colleagues had made him feel the danger of death.

But he had to chase the enemy.

Because General Takeda was dead, if they didn't catch the murderer, then even if they went back, they would probably have no choice but to commit seppuku.

So even though they knew there was a dead end ahead, they had no choice but to continue searching forward.

And they had to speed up because they felt that their enemies would definitely escape after killing someone.

But they didn't know that their enemies were actually among those dead Japanese devils.

So, just as they stepped over the corpses on the ground and continued to search forward, a man dressed in Japanese military uniform and wearing a gas mask slowly stood up from the ground.

This man is naturally Duanwu.

Duanwu followed the Japanese with a smile on his face, and even if the Japanese saw him, they would think he was one of their own.

So Duanwu walked very calmly, without even having to hide his heavy breathing under the mask.

He walked behind a Japanese soldier, quickly put his left hand around the left neck of the Japanese soldier and covered his mouth, then used the knife in his right hand to cut the Japanese soldier's throat while he was stunned.

The devil struggled because of suffocation, but he was firmly controlled by Duanwu and could only wait for death quietly.

Duanwu gently put down the devil's body and walked towards his next target.

So one, two, three, four,...
It was not until the Dragon Boat Festival when he killed the thirteenth Japanese soldier that he was discovered by a Japanese soldier who happened to look back.

The Japanese soldier was puzzled at first when he saw Duanwu slashing his colleague's neck, but then he reacted. At this time, Duanwu also found the Japanese soldier who was looking at him, but it was too late to kill him.

The devil shouted, and Duanwu was also discovered.

During the Dragon Boat Festival, just go all out and take action.

The 'killing technique' was performed instantly, and he stepped on the 'wind and rain from all directions' step, and disappeared from the spot in just a flash.

Duanwu's figure shuttled among the enemies like dancing, and every swing of his sword was accompanied by the screams of the devils.

Some of the devils were slashed in the throat by Duanwu's sword, and blood gushed out; some were cut in half; others had their abdomens cut, and their internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and they died tragically on the spot.

At this moment, Duanwu seemed to have merged with the black blade in his hand, becoming the most terrifying killing machine on the battlefield.

Although the Japanese soldiers were numerous, they were like lambs to be slaughtered in front of Duanwu and had no power to fight back.

Of course, although the Japanese were frightened, they had received professional training after all.

Under the orders of the Japanese officers, the Japanese began to adjust their tactics, trying to win by working in groups of three and taking advantage of the length of the Type 38 rifle.

6◇9◇Book◇Bar

Seeing this, Duanwu curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer, although it is said that an inch longer is an inch stronger.

But in the face of his killing skills, the devil's ideas were really ridiculous.

At the moment when the three Japanese soldiers stabbed at him with bayonets, Duanwu's figure disappeared again.

Of course, it’s not that Duanwu really disappeared, but that he disappeared too quickly. In the eyes of the Japanese, he seemed to have disappeared.

When Duanwu appeared again, two Japanese soldiers had already fallen to the ground, and a big hole was made in their formation.

Before the Japanese soldiers behind had time to form a formation, Duanwu rushed forward directly. In addition to sending two more Japanese soldiers' heads flying high, Duanwu was also much closer to the Japanese officer holding the torch.

That’s right, Duanwu’s target was the Japanese officers and the torches in their hands.

The reason why the devil could still see him at this time was entirely because of the torch. And the devil's command would affect the speed at which Duanwu could kill the devil.

So this Japanese officer must die, and the torch in his hand must be extinguished.

The Japanese officer felt that Duanwu was coming towards him and shouted in fear: Stop him.

Four or five Japanese soldiers around the Japanese officer came forward with bayonets in hand, and one of them even stabbed Duanwu with his bayonet.

Duanwu pushed away the Japanese bayonet with his left hand, without changing his forward posture. The moment he got close to the opponent, the black blade that he had used to push away the Japanese bayonet had already pierced into his lower abdomen.

Duanwu continued to charge forward, cutting horizontally while drawing his sword, enlarging the wound on the enemy.

The devil screamed and fell down.

At this moment, other Japanese soldiers arrived and stabbed Duanwu with their bayonets.

But at this moment, Duanwu, who was rushing forward, suddenly touched the ground with his feet and flew into the air.

The bayonet pierced into empty air under Duanwu's feet, and after Duanwu stepped on the head of a Japanese soldier in the middle with his right foot, he swooped down towards the Japanese officer like a big bird.

The Japanese officer was frightened and stepped back, then turned and ran away.

But Duanwu was extremely fast and he was already behind the Japanese officer after landing.

He stabbed the Japanese soldier in the back with his knife, and the Japanese soldier spurted out a mouthful of blood on the spot! (End of this chapter)