Anti-Japanese Elite Special Forces

"Uncle Peng, protect the Phoenix and retreat!"

The rifle bayonet in Jackal's hand was suddenly pulled out of a Japanese soldier's chest, and the blood splashed onto his body and face. The warm feeling made him gasp with his mouth wide open, and then turned his head to face him. Xue Peng roared not far away.

Xuepeng was holding a machete in his hand. It was 1.5 meters long and weighed 45 kilograms. It was like half a door panel. With his tall body, he looked like a god of war. Wherever the machete passed, there would be Japanese soldiers The body parted and fell to the ground.

Holding the big knife tightly in both hands, he raised it high, and then split the Japanese soldier with the gun in half with the knife holding up the rifle. Xue Peng stretched out his hand to wipe the blood and sweat from his face, and shouted at the jackal, "You boy! Protect the phoenix and retreat here and leave it to me to deal with it."

As he spoke, he rushed forward, blocking the way of a group of Japanese soldiers with a slash of his sword.

There were seven or eight Japanese soldiers in this group, all of whom were battle-tested veterans with good mental and technical skills. When they saw this big man blocking their way, they immediately dispersed in a tacit understanding, carrying sharp guns. Bayonets surrounded him.

Xue Peng didn't wait for their encirclement to form, he rushed up with a roar, swung his sword, and a bolt of lightning struck the devil's neck who was not yet mentally prepared.

Bowing left and right, in the blink of an eye, two Japanese soldiers fell to the ground, their heads and bodies moved.

The remaining Japanese soldiers froze for a moment, but then calmed down. They surrounded Xue Peng cautiously but without fear, and surrounded Xue Peng.

"You little devils of Gou Ri, come on." Xue Peng clenched his big knife with both hands, shouted loudly, and then stared at those little devils with blood red eyes, looking for the opponent's flaws.

The little devil was not in a hurry to make a move, they also knew that the big man was powerful, and they didn't want to make a rash move, lest they be killed by him.

The two sides confronted each other for more than ten seconds, and the devils finally broke out at the same time, and rushed up with weapons at the same time.

"kill--"

With a wave of Xue Peng's arm, the big knife slashed at a devil soldier in front of him horizontally. The big knife slid forward along his erected rifle, and slashed at his throat, cutting off the trachea and esophagus without hindrance. Severed along with the artery.

The Japanese soldier made a clucking sound, like a rooster whose neck had been cut off, let go of the rifle in both hands, and fell backwards.

Putting the devil in place, Xue Peng's left foot was used as the axis, and his body suddenly turned to the left. The big knife in his hand pushed along the trend, blocking the bayonet stabbing from the side and behind.

There was a teeth-piercing sound of metal collisions, and then a series of sparks erupted. Xue Peng clenched his sword and was pushed back four or five steps by the devil's bayonet held up. Push it out, "Open."

Four or five devil soldiers felt a huge force attacking the rifles in their hands, making them retreat involuntarily, staggering back several steps before stopping.

At this moment, Xue Peng, who pushed away the devil's bayonet, felt a chill on his lower back, followed by severe pain from his waist, which made his body tremble.

With no time to turn around, Xue Peng took a step forward, timely relieving the force of the opponent's thrust, allowing the bayonet to penetrate much shallower, then released his right hand, and swung the big knife with his left hand towards his back.

The big knife passed behind him swiftly like the wind, and he felt his arm shake, and then there was no obstacle, and then he heard the sound of a human body falling to the ground.

After clearing away the ghost soldiers who attacked him, Xue Peng reached out and touched the blood on his back, then smiled wryly, "Grandma, I was unexpectedly attacked by the little devil."

Wiping the bright red blood on his clothes, he held the handle of the big knife again with both hands, and roared at the devils, "Come on, little devil."

Perhaps shocked by his ferocity, the devil soldiers hesitated for a moment, but then rushed up again, the bayonet in their hands gleaming with a dazzling cold light and pierced Xue Peng's vital parts.

"Kill—!" Xue Peng waved a big knife to meet him.

As the knife flashed, blood spattered and pieces of flesh flew across, and the two sides intertwined, as if they were wild beasts falling into madness.

After a while, the two sides separated, each rushed a few steps to stop, and then turned to look at each other.

There were only two people left on the devil's side, one of them was missing an arm and was cut off from the wrist, but he still held the bayonet with one hand, standing with another Japanese soldier, watching with crazy eyes Looking at Xue Peng opposite.

There were at least a dozen scars on Xue Peng's body, and blood was everywhere on his clothes. He didn't know if it was the devils or he was injured, but the scratched wound showed that he had paid a lot to kill those devils. the price of.

Especially under the right rib, a deep bone wound was visible. The two-inch wound opened like a doll's mouth. Blood gushed out from the wound, soaking half of his body.

Tian touched Tian's blood-stained lips, Xue Peng didn't even look at the wound, but he could feel a warm feeling flowing down his thighs, already wet his thighs and knees.

"kill!"

After looking at each other for a moment, the two sides yelled again, and then rushed towards each other, the broadsword and bayonet flashed white in the firelight under the night sky.

The fierce battle broke out again, and the three of them were fighting like crazy!

Xue Peng roared, and the big knife in his hand slashed out obliquely. The blade that had been stained red by blood was still very sharp, and easily cut off the barrel of the opponent's rifle. Stubble, cut him at both ends.

Regardless of the ghost soldier whose body was split but still alive, Xue Peng leaped to the ghost soldier with one broken arm, stretched out his left hand and grabbed his neck, and the big knife in his right flew away. The opponent was already holding a bayonet that was a bit difficult.

Guizibing twisted and struggled desperately in his palm, shouting indistinctly, "Dahe Wuhun is undefeated." Although he had no weapon, he was still struggling to bite the back of Xuepeng's hand, even though he was not at all May be bitten.

Seeing this tenacious Japanese soldier, Xue Peng couldn't help feeling a little admiration in his heart. The spirit of the Japanese soldier is indeed very tenacious, no wonder the combat effectiveness is so outstanding.

However, he will not be soft because of this, you must know that this is on the battlefield, either you die or I die, and he will not be soft on the Japanese Xuepeng no matter what.

As soon as his arms tightened, his iron-like slap twisted violently, crushing the Japanese soldier's throat, and then casually threw his limp corpse aside.

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