Anti-Japanese heroic righteousness

"Ah??????" Jiang Haoran looked up to the sky and screamed, pointed his knife at the little devil, babbled Japanese, and rushed into the enemy group.Raise the sword, raise the sword, raise the sword??????

Since the invasion of China, this Japanese army team has experienced hundreds of battles. Each of them bears the lives of dozens or even hundreds of Chinese. So much so that their militaristic ideology is growing day by day, thinking that the imperial army of the Great Japanese Empire is invincible in the world.kill!Driven by the spirit of Bushido, they raised the butcher's knife to the Chinese people, enjoying the thrill of killing in various cruel ways.They never thought that today, just today, since a Chinese soldier used a cold weapon like killing chickens and ducks, he chopped off more than 20 heads of imperial warriors.An unprecedented fear hung over the hearts of most Japanese soldiers.And fear is contagious. After hearing someone shout: "Run!", the little devil ran away as if he had heard the order.

"Crack", "crack" two gunshots, and the two little devils who ran in the front fell to the ground.Ichiro Yamaguchi held up the smoking bastard box and roared: "Baga! Don't retreat! Retreat is dead! A small group of imperial warriors is frightened by a Chinese soldier. You will shame the empire and you will also give it to you!" The family is ashamed! Warriors of the empire, show your warrior spirit, kill him, and use his blood to wash away your shame! Kill the chicken!"

"Kill the chicken!"

"Kill the chicken!"

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More than 30 little devils were frightened and encouraged by Ichiro Yamaguchi, turned their heads, and divided into three rows, holding bright bayonets and shouting to charge, like a chariot studded with fangs, rolling towards Jiang Haoran.

Seeing Chen Yihan die in front of him, Jiang Haoran's adrenaline surged sharply. If he was timid at first, he has already been burned by the anger of revenge.It's not that he likes Chen Yihan so much, after all, we've only known each other for so long, it's nonsense to say how deep the relationship is.Jiang Haoran came from later generations, and the Japanese did not do him any direct harm.But this period of historical harm that the Japanese brought to the Chinese is a hurdle that all Chinese with national complexes will never be able to overcome. The education of later generations and the promotion of film and television made Jiang Haoran seem to have a gritted hatred for the Japanese. It has been in his heart since he was a child.Chen Yihan's death was like a fuse that completely ignited his son's blood.

"Come on!" Jiang Haoran's face was ferocious, he raised his knife and pointed straight, and rushed through the center of the devil's bayonet array.Ding Dang Dang, the big knife swung left and right to create a gap, raised his right leg and kicked on a devil's chest. After the sound of "click" a broken bone sounded, the little devil flew out as if hit by a shell, brought down the two devils behind him, rolled a few times on the ground, hit a stone to block it, and rolled over again Passed over, and then fell heavily to the ground. A puff of yellow dust was raised with a sound of "porphyrin", lying motionless on the ground.Jiang Haoran didn't have time to care about his life and death, he slashed left and right along this narrow passage, he was almost crazy, the sound of messy footsteps, the sound of metal colliding, the sound of bones breaking, and the sound of blood spurting intersected. It was mixed with wolf-like yelling, heart-piercing screams, gnashing of teeth, and hushed cries.The entire battlefield is no longer a "chaos".

Jiang Haoran, who passed through the enemy line, turned his head slowly, the military cap on his head was gone, his short hair was like a bristle of knives and halberds, his whole body was like a blood bath, his tiger eyes were wide open, his teeth were clenched tightly, revealing two rows of thick steel teeth, raised The corners of the mouth pulled the muscles on the face and trembled, indescribably horrifying.

quiet!Weird silence!The moment Jiang Haoran turned around, time seemed to stop.There is only a string of blood beads following the tip of the knife in Jiang Haoran's hand, no, it should be the tip of the saw is more appropriate, the falling drop by drop proves that all of this is not illusory.

The little devils were all stunned as if they were soulless, and their strange expressions froze on their faces, as if they were terrified to the extreme.

A cool evening breeze blew slowly from the valley, which made the devils who were already feeling creepy feel a chill that went straight to the bone.I never thought that this cool breeze would become the last straw to overwhelm the devils.

A devil's hand trembled, and the [-] cap in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.All the devils woke up like a nightmare, huffed and knelt down on the ground, their heads were pounding like garlic and crying: "Grandpa, please forgive me!", "Mom, I want Mom!" "Please!" Love cannot be described as uncut, and its voice cannot be described as miserable.

"It's too late, it's too late! From the day you set foot on China's land, you were doomed to have what you are today. Letting you live another minute is my crime against the Chinese people." Jiang Haoran's eyes were cold, and he poked with the tip of his knife I found a broken limb and arm in the ground, threw away the knife, and picked out a Japanese Type 1 6.5mm light machine gun from the blood. Light machine gun, the Chinese call it "Guai handle".Shake it left and right to shake off the thin skin, broken bones, and blood stains on it.He removed the bayonet with his left hand, rubbed the lever against his thigh, and loaded the bullet.The right arm clamped the gun stock, and the right index finger pulled the trigger. "Da, da, da?????" The little devil didn't fire any of his 1936 bullets, and Jiang Haoran shot them with precision bursts until he hung up.

Ten or twenty devils were shot by machine guns at a distance of two or three meters. One can imagine the tragedy. A layer of red blood mist rose in the sky for a long time, and the strong smell of blood in the air was mixed with a little excrement and urine. , disgusting.But Jiang Haoran acted as if he had never heard of it, and even ignored the stumps, broken limbs, guts, and flesh and blood all over the place.With a release of his right hand, he let the machine gun fall freely.Hand over the bayonet in the left hand to the right, stepping on the bloody water into the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.Whenever a ghost was found to be panting, he would be stabbed in the neck.

Suddenly, a corpse moved, and a devil crawled out from below.The little devil put his hands on the ground twice but did not stand up, so he crawled down the mountain with one hand and one foot.

Jiang Haoran followed behind him slowly, and said harshly: "Chinese! Don't bully him!"

From the waist down, the little devil was cut in two.But he didn't seem to know it, and dragged a piece of intestines to crawl forward.

Jiang Haoran didn't know that this devil was Ichiro Yamaguchi.He was also the only devil who left alive in this battle.Many years later, a Japanese veteran recalled: "Yamaguchi Ichiro was miraculously alive. After he came back, he couldn't answer all the questions. After howling for two days and two nights, he suddenly woke up. He vomited blood and died after shouting 'devil' three times."

Jiang Haoran glanced at a small hill about a kilometer away, froze for a moment, then made a shooting gesture towards the hill for no reason, and turned around hastily.When he looked up, he was startled.

More than a dozen people dressed as ordinary people looked at him and backed away in panic.Even Li Chang and Xu Biao looked terrified.

"What's the situation, am I a tiger? Is it that scary?"

"Company, company, company commander, are you okay?" Li Chang looked at Jiang Haoran, took two steps forward and stopped.

"I'm busy! Do you think I'm busy?" Jiang Haoran said and patted his chest twice, "Ah!"

Immediately, I felt a sharp pain in my chest.It was only then that he discovered that there were seven or eight blood grooves on his chest and arms, but none of them were deep, as if the little devil's bayonet could only pierce his skin but never penetrated again. "Okay, let's leave it alone." Jiang Haoran pushed away Xu Biao's hand and said, "Hurry up! The little devil has suffered such a big loss, if he doesn't bomb a few times, he won't be a little devil!"

"Go, don't pick it up, run quickly! You, and you, don't pick it up, you may die if you carry a machine gun? Run, run into the woods." Jiang Haoran kept driving the group of people away.

Indeed, if you don't run, you really have no chance.There were really people on the hill opposite, and it was none other than Lieutenant General Yoshika Ryosuke, the head of the Japanese Ninth Division, and his staff and guards.Originally, this kind of small battle was not something that a senior official of his level should worry about.However, ever since he saw Jiang Haoran killing his soldiers with a terrifying knife technique, he suddenly wanted to see how this Chinese soldier died at the hands of the warriors of the empire.Because of the shift of the battlefield, a ridge blocked his view, so he had to leave the road and board this small hill with a good view.But I never thought that curiosity would really kill the cat!