Anti-Japanese Elite Special Forces

"Officer of the devil, chase after him!" He Jian, who was rushing in the team, saw Mujing Jingming surrounded by the crowd at a glance. With a wave of saber in his hand, he knocked a devil who was blocking the way to the ground, and then chased after him on horseback. past.

Behind him, the soldiers of the security squad were worried that something might happen to him, and a dozen or so of them brandished sabers and followed closely behind him, chasing towards Jingming Mukai who was fleeing.

Although Mukai Jingming protruded from the encirclement of the cavalry under the protection of Obuchi, the distance from He Jian and the others who were chasing him was rapidly shortening. According to the current speed, they must be caught up before they reach the mountain pass.

"What should we do?" Xiaoyuan was in a panic. He knew that this would definitely not work, so he stretched out his hand and pushed Jing Jingming. He drew his pistol to meet He Jian and the others, and then rushed back, "Your protection squadron leader will go first."

"Obuchi-kun." Mukai Jingming was in a hurry. He wanted to stop, but he was surrounded by several Japanese soldiers and walked towards the mountain pass involuntarily. Behind him, he turned and faced He Jian and the others who were chasing him.

"Bang bang bang!"

The gunshots rang out all over the place, including those from the Devil's [-]th Dagai, Nanbu pistols, and the unique sound of the carbine. Devils fell down constantly, and cavalrymen were shot and fell from their horses.

The distance between the two sides was rapidly approaching, and there were only seven or eight devils who followed Xiao Yuan to fight.

Xiaoyuan had already emptied the bullets of the Nanbu pistol in his hand, he threw down the empty gun with his hand, then pulled out the command saber, stood with his legs spread apart, the command saber clasped in front of him with both hands, waiting for He Jian's arrival.

Blood stained his cheeks, Xiaoyuan's black bearded face showed ferocity and determination, and he stared at the cavalrymen of the dragon wing team who were approaching like a wolf with his eyes.

"Baga, charge for the sake of the Yamato nation." The last few Japanese soldiers charged out from Xiaoyuan's side with their rifles in hand, and met He Jian first.

With a sound of "clang", He Jian got a saber in each of his hands, he let go of the silk reins, and sat with his legs holding the horse's belly as firmly as Mount Tai, and the horse accelerated and rushed towards the devils.

"kill!"

"kill!"

With a loud roar, He Jian blocked the bayonet with the saber in both hands, and then with a wave of his wrist, a cold light passed over the necks of the two devils.

The horse galloped between the two devils, and He Jian rushed forward without stopping, without even looking at the two devils.

After his horse ran past, the two devils stood there for a while, then fell backwards, with a line of blood in their throats.

The remaining devils went up to He Jian's guard squad, and a dozen cavalrymen confronted five or six devils' infantry.

Only Xiaoyuan was left standing in the middle, waiting for He Jian's arrival.

He Jian galloped on his horse. He looked at Xiaoyuan who was waiting not far away with both hands holding a saber. With a twist of his wrist, the saber disappeared from his waist, and then he drew a slender long saber from behind.

This knife is two fingers wide and 1.5 meters long. It is shining blood red all over, as if it is covered with blood.

When He Jian got this knife, his whole person seemed to be different, exuding ferocity and murderous aura, and the war horse seemed to be stimulated by his murderous aura, the horse's mane exploded, and with a long hiss, the speed increased a bit.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The two shouted violently almost at the same time, and swung the knife in their hands suddenly, slashing at each other fiercely.Two lightning bolts, one silver and one red, flashed across the air.

With a bang, a series of sparks exploded in the air, and sparks radiated from the place where the two knives collided, making a tooth-piercing squeaking sound.

"kill!"

He Jian stretched his body on the horse, condescendingly pressed towards Xiaoyuan, the command knife in Xiaoyuan's hand sank suddenly under the pressure of the long knife, and it was stuck to his chest.

"Ah——" Xiao Yuan shouted with all his strength, exhausted all his breastfeeding strength, and commanded the saber to bounce back, and the saber that was attached to He Jian slid towards his neck, it seemed that he was planning to turn defeat into victory.

He Jian's body suddenly leaned back, dodging Xiao Yuan's command saber, his legs pinched the horse's belly, and the horse rushed forward like an arrow.

The two passed by each other.

The moment the two of them got their bodies wrong, He Jian's long knife, which was lying on his back on the horse's back, reverberated and wiped Xiao Yuan's neck like lightning. Jingming Mukai.

Xiao Yuan took two steps forward, poked the command saber downwards in his hand, then leaned on the handle of the saber with both hands, and stood there motionless with his eyes wide open. The place cut by the knife fell down, and the blood fountain rushed up to a height of more than two meters.

After shaking, the headless body finally fell to the ground.

The cavalry who followed He Jian didn't even look at Xiao Yuan who was lying on the ground, but rushed past him on horseback, chasing after their own column leader.

At this time, He Jian had almost caught up with Jingming Mukai, the distance between the two was less than 50 meters, and there were only three Japanese soldiers protecting Jingming Mukai.

Mukai Jingming, who stumbled and ran towards the mountain pass, lost one of his leather boots. Now he is barefoot, his military uniform is crooked, and his belt hangs loosely on his hips, looking in a panic.He looked back while running, and found that the pursuers behind him were getting closer.

Filled with despair, he simply stopped in his tracks, and then pulled out his command saber, as if he was planning to make a dying struggle.

"Looking for death, if I can't take you down, my nickname He Yanwang will be for nothing." He Jian sneered, and the strange red long knife in his hand was dragged sideways by his side, and there was not even a drop of blood on it.

He Jian, a well-known horse bandit in western Liaoning, nicknamed He Yanwang, has always come and gone like the wind, and his whereabouts are erratic. At that time, Huang Xiansheng, the captain of the public security cavalry of the Northeast Army, led his team to encircle and suppress him dozens of times, but he couldn't get rid of this He Yanwang. That's it.It can be said that he has a fierce reputation.

He really didn't expect that He Jian would also be recruited by Luo Xiaohe. He would serve as the captain of the dragon wing cavalry brigade and also the column captain of the first column, and his subordinates would become the cavalry of the cavalry brigade.

Seeing that the distance between the two sides was getting closer, the long knife in He Jian's hand was raised, and Xiang Jing Jingming seemed to be doomed.

——Bang—a gunshot rang out in the mountain pass, but this time it was aimed at He Jian and the others, and a cavalryman fell off his horse in response.

He Jian was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly slowed down and looked up.

Small black dots appeared in the mountain pass, getting closer and bigger, and soon they could be seen to be Japanese soldiers in yellow military uniforms, and the one at the front was actually a cavalry unit.

They fired the gun just now.

The devil's reinforcements arrived at this time.

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