Liu Lang, who killed five people in a row, took no more than 30 seconds, and at this time, Mi Zhi's poignant laughter that could make people's hearts tremble was still echoing in the sky.

The last Japanese soldier was obviously intimidated, and he had already taken advantage of the gap between Liu Lang's slaughtering of his colleagues, and he had already held the 38-style cover that was erected three meters away.

But when he looked at Liu Lang, who was covered in blood and looked at him with a fierce light in his eyes, the Japanese soldier who was supposed to have weapons and confidence was so frightened that his hands shook and he couldn't even pull the bolt of his gun.

"Phew" Liu Lang spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm viciously, stepped over in two big steps, and kicked straight at the 38 cover of the Japanese army who screamed and put the gun across his chest in an attempt to block Liu Lang's kick.

Listening to the "click", the spear made of hard jujube wood was kicked in two, and the one with the steel barrel was kicked into the body of the Japanese soldier by Liu Lang, who was wearing cowhide boots.

When a sharp weapon pierces the body, the first thing most people feel is not pain, but cold, bone-chilling coldness, followed by severe pain and weakness; But what about blunt objects? It hurts, it hurts.

What about a half-cut spear with an iron pipe and stubble pierced into the body with great force? From the howl of the Japanese murderer and the unconventional desperate attempt to pull this terrible foreign body out of his body, you can know how much pain he had.

Even the next moment, he pulled out the half of the spear from his body with a sigh of relief, and there were still a few red flakes on the barrel, which should be lung pieces! Even if several Mijiayu village women gritted their teeth and hated the devil again, they still showed surprise on their faces when they saw the devil who pulled out the spear and exposed the big wound on the chest cavity, and even saw the bulging heart of one of them.

Perhaps it was the pain that had ceased to hurt when he had drawn his spear, and the last of the devil soldiers, with a somewhat frightening, relaxed smile fell to the ground, twitching slightly, as silent as his colleagues who had gone one step ahead of him.

"You guys, find a place to hide first." Liu Lang carried the three-edged military thorn with his backhand, and picked up a three-eight cover with a bayonet in one hand, and waved his arm again and again while giving urgent orders, and the blade slashed, and the ropes on the seven women were cut.

There was no time to see where the women would hide, Liu Lang strode forward, and the battlefield more than twenty meters away was already in full swing.

The place where Chen Yunfa chose to kill was the place where the devils were most concentrated, and there were enough places where nearly thirty devils from two squads were hiding.

Chen Yunfa was different from Liu Lang, who was lightly armed, his three-edged military thorn was still stuck in his calf, but in his hand was a wooden stick that he had just spent a minute making.

It is more appropriate to say that it is a wooden stick, but in fact, it is better to say that it is a wooden stick.

Growing in the north, the length of the annual growth is only ten centimeters, and it will take 30 years to grow to the thickness of the bowl mouth, three meters long, Chen Yunfa hung two yellow and clear bullet belts, and brandished such a wooden mace pole that weighed 70 pounds and did not even have time to prune the branches, and entered the sequence of the Japanese army.

The Japanese army's brief period of consternation was followed by anger.

Extremely angry, when did the Imperial Japanese Army fall to the point of being attacked by Chinese with such rudimentary weapons? Regardless of the other side and sharpshooters, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers jumped up to meet the battle at the first time.

It's not that they don't want to knock down the Chinese man wielding the trunk with a single shot, but they think that stabbing a blade into the enemy's chest is what a samurai should do.

The stupid × general bushido spirit is such a fuck, and the Japanese soldiers who boasted of their bravery put their bayonets into each other and greeted the big log where Chen Yun was dancing.

Soon, the blood spilled by his colleagues let the Japanese know that bushido, in the face of absolute power, really, is not as effective as bullets.

In terms of pure strength, Chen Yunfa may not be as good as the fat group that belongs to the perverted level, but the entire independent regiment, or the entire second division, can catch up with him, absolutely nothing, including Shi Datou, who can go head-to-head with Tyson.

Chen Yun, who can lift nearly 200 kilograms with both arms and can resist an infantry cannon alone, has the power to dance and smash the seventy-pound ironwood over? The first Japanese soldier at the head should not have realized it.

Because, the bayonet he stabbed over, along with the rifle, was directly smashed into the sky by Chen Yunfa's stick, not to mention the remaining strength of the wooden stick, which directly smashed the first Japanese "warrior" nearly ten meters away.

Just like the most popular baseball sport in Japan, a great home run.

A humanoid baseball may be out of breath in the air.

Chen Yunfa, who made a meritorious contribution with a stick, was even more powerful, roared, stretched the wooden mace to the extreme, and waved it violently, "Bang, bang" Several spears were directly smashed into hula hoops, and in the unbelievable eyes of the Japanese army, the terrible muffled sound of blunt objects hitting the flesh sounded continuously.

It's a bit like the future game of "whack-a-mole", in just a few tens of seconds, as many as eight Japanese soldiers died under Chen Yunfa's baton, which was even more efficient than Liu Lang's killing.

Moreover, they all died tragically. A Japanese soldier was too agile, and when the wooden stick was swung like a strong wind, he actually lowered his head and wanted to stab with a short body, but unexpectedly, Chen Yunfa's arm sank slightly, and the wooden stick carrying hundreds of kilograms of huge strength smashed directly on the head of the Japanese soldier wearing a steel helmet.

The muffled sound of "dong" is like ringing a bell.

But in the next scene, even the initiator Chen Yunfa was slightly stunned, maybe the neck of the Japanese army was too fragile, or maybe the instant hit force was indeed too great, the head of the Japanese soldier wearing a steel helmet was actually smashed from the neck, and it really became a "baseball" that was smashed out more than ten meters away, and the blood spurted out of the neck of the Japanese soldier without a head directly sprayed Chen Yunfa into a bloody man, and even his face was full of paste.

"Damn, can't help but smash it?" Chen Yunfa didn't even have time to wipe away the blood that covered his vision, he just tried to keep his eyes open and continued to roar angrily towards the few remaining stunned Japanese criminals.

"Kill it, kill it, kill this devil." Cao, the only remaining Japanese soldier in the Japanese infantry squad, stood up suddenly, picked up his rifle and aimed at Chen Yunfa, who was chasing and killing several colleagues.

It's a pity that before he could shoot, Mo Xiaomei, who was 400 meters away, brazenly pulled the trigger. The bullet carrying huge kinetic energy directly knocked the "brave" Japanese soldier Cao Lian's helmet and head into a bloody flower.

At the same time, Liu Lang also rushed over.

Two humanoid beasts set off a bloody storm among the Japanese army.

In this era, they are the strongest individual soldiers.

Especially, when their eyes are dyed red by the villagers who are hanging from miles away. The blood of the Japanese army is not as good as the enduring blood in their eyes.

Any Japanese soldier who wanted to shoot cold guns became the ghost of Mo Xiaomei, whose face was as calm as water 400 meters away.

The killing, which lasted for half an hour.

The last Japanese soldier was strangled by Chen Yunfa, whose arms were almost out of strength, and rolled his eyes, and kicked his legs straight to death.

Yes, Chen Yunfa, who killed nearly twenty people with his own hands, is also tired, even if he is now one of the most terrifying individual soldiers standing on this planet, he is not a god.

Even gods have times when they are tired.

His arms were no longer enough to strangle a strong adult who needed more than 100 pounds of strength.

Liu Lang didn't make a move.

Because, there is no need for him to take action.

The fair-skinned girl who had picked up the spear since she got out of trouble and had been following behind her brazenly held the spear.

One knife, another knife, even if the mouth of the Japanese army tried to open wide was already stiff, and the trembling body no longer trembled.

She was still, her eyes wide with rage, and she stabbed.

Until the Japanese invaders were all over their bodies, they could no longer find a place to stab.

A strong Japanese coward was stabbed into a pile of rotten meat by a weak Chinese woman.

The 38-type bayonet that flashed with cold light turned out to be no longer cold light, and the flesh and blood were full of flesh and blood.

Chen Yunfa on the side was shocked to sweat, if he hadn't let go of his arms in time and crawled to avoid it, then 。。。。。。。

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