Some people ask, if a hundred years after the war with the Japanese people, how will we fight the invaders?

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There are no invaders on earth who can set foot on our land, and all we need to protect are our maritime borders, only overseas expatriates, and only our merchant ships passing through the four oceans.

But a hundred years ago, we didn't have any of these, we only had a kind of short gun that the army of the manufacturing country didn't like to use, and the short gun called the box cannon was called the fast and slow machine, and the mirror box was called the fast and slow machine, and we still had the big blade, and then there were those soldiers who were not afraid of sacrifice and did not fear the night.

Man is such a strange animal, why do you have to sleep.

The Creator is a strange thing to create the night in order to get a good night's sleep.

So when the night was thick, the burning trees, the choking smoke of gunpowder, the cries of life and death, the dripping blood, everything was gone, only the endless night.

As if to prove that night must be dark, a light on the edge of a village suddenly went out.

At the other end of the village, a Japanese sentry lying on the roof of a house noticed the scene and couldn't help but be confused.

This is a time of war, so how can the lights be extinguished? Is there something wrong? Did the Chinese army come in?

He hesitated to shoot as a warning.

But I didn't hear or see any movement! It's not going to be a false alarm, is it?

In the end, he decided to count the sixty numbers in his mind, and if the light on that side was not on, he would fire a warning shot.

Unfortunately, he didn't know what he was doing now!

If he knew that the countdown he made was also the countdown to his life in this world, he would not hesitate to empty his strong clip, and even knock the two melon grenades he carried with him.

Little did he know that just as he was counting down to sixty, a man had climbed under the rafters of the house he was in.

Yes, it's climbing, and it's upside down.

The house where the Japanese soldier was located was one of the few large houses in the Chinese countryside today, more than four meters high, and the ladder that could go to the house had been removed by his accomplices before he could take up his post.

Because the Japanese soldier was a secret sentry, no one would have thought that there would be a sentry on the roof of the high house, and even if they knew that there was a sentry on the house, people would not be able to come up without a ladder.

And though the entrance to the village was lit up, the sentry hid in the dark shadow of the house's chimney.

The Japanese soldiers' preparation was not inadequate or cautious, but they did not know that someone had really discovered him, and that person really had a way to climb into the house.

The man rushed down with his head between his knees and pushed the wall with his hands, and it was in this strange position that he climbed from the ground to the bottom of the rafters.

This trick is called a scorpion to climb a tree upside down.

The man caught the corner of the house with his knees, and as soon as he leaned back, he had already grasped the rafters with his hands, and then he let go of his knees and volleyed into the air, and with one foot already hooked the eaves, he climbed up to the roof with great ease.

The man was wearing a pair of straw sandals worn by Chinese soldiers today, and his toes were silently tapped on the tiles like a tanuki, and he walked half-bowed behind the Japanese sentry.

The sentry had counted down to two, and he felt the need to shoot, but he didn't realize that his heart was already racing.

But at this moment, a pair of big hands like iron pincers had already choked his neck from behind!

The Japanese sentry didn't know what was going on, and the inertia of his mind made him count to one again, and then his neck was twisted and broken.

His heart, which was already beating faster, lost its acceleration for a moment, then returned to normal, and then stopped beating again.

After twisting the neck of the Japanese sentry, the hands quickly let go but lightly touched the sentry's 38 rifle, which was good, the gun was on the ridge of the house and would not fall.

The man gently mimicked a tanuki-like cry, and from the dark shadow of a large tree outside the village, a shirtless Chinese soldier quickly emerged.

He tore open a slingshot in his hand and let go, and with a "snap", the electric light hanging under the eaves was shattered.

When the heavens and the earth returned to darkness, a rush of footsteps sounded, and more than 200 Chinese soldiers with large blades in their upper bodies rushed towards the village.

And the man who killed the Japanese sentry had jumped from the house and joined the battle.

It was a night raid with a novel design, and the Chinese soldiers had already broken down the door, and a killing began.

The sound of a big knife breaking through the air, the sound of a broken head and bones, and the screams of the Japanese soldiers instantly resounded in this village.

There was no lighting, and the only way to distinguish friend from foe in the darkness was the hands of the Chinese soldiers, and that was to touch the hands of the clothed person, and whenever they touched the clothed person, there was a shout of killing, and then the big knife slashed forward!

In the dark night, a group of killing gods swept through the village, and the Chinese soldiers would not shoot, because many of them did not carry guns, and they killed people with the big knives in their hands.

The Japanese soldiers did not dare to shoot because they could not distinguish between friend and foe.

They also want to resist, they also have a tenacious will to fight, but they don't care where the enemy is, they crash in the night, as long as they touch the hand of death, the next moment they will be swords, and then their souls will return home.

In the midst of the chaos, the Japanese commander fled with dozens of guards, unable to organize a resistance, and all he heard was the screams of his soldiers from the other end of the village.

If it weren't for the earth-shattering shouts of Chinese soldiers, he would have thought his army was under attack by a group of ghosts of the night.

In summer, it always dawns early, and when it is dark, the killing in the village has already stopped.

A handful of Chinese soldiers with box guns pinned to their waists ran out of all corners of the village to meet the side of the village.

After a while, quite a few soldiers rushed to the entrance of the village with the 38 big cover crooked machine guns that had just been captured, and the two groups of people gathered together and set up a defensive line at the entrance of the village.

At dawn, the sun was still rising, and another team of the Central Army appeared, they came to change their guards after getting the news of Huo Xiaoshan's successful night attack.

Walking from one end of the village to the other, it was as if they had entered the killing Shura field.

There were no corpses of Japanese soldiers everywhere in the wells in front of the house and behind the house, and the dead bodies had different forms of pillows, but many of them were already separated, and their heads were like leather balls, and many of them were soaked in blood like streams on the street.

If it weren't for the 38 guns that were everywhere on the ground, they would have thought that this battle took place hundreds of years ago, in the era of cold weapons.

The team that changed the guard had arrived, and the team that attacked at night was withdrawn.

The follow-up teams came one after another, but they all stood on the side of the road and saluted.

Because what came down from the front was a team of killing gods. Whether strong or thin, the naked upper body was stained with blood without exception, the head of the knife was still dripping blood, but the face was full of pride.

The person at the front of the line was covered in blood, only his eyes were black and bright as stars.

He has a rare strong muscle, and when he walks, he is like a vigorous leopard.

Who is he? He is Huo Xiaoshan!

It was he who directed this night attack on the enemy camp!