"General, disperse and break out......"

"Disperse and break through, die faster, I order, everyone concentrates on me, run with me!" Ushijima glared at the adjutant fiercely. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was dark and rainy, and it was raining heavily, especially in the wild, which was the most dangerous, and if he was allowed to escape alone, he might not be able to survive.

Only by concentrating the remaining forces and holding together can we have a chance to get rid of the pursuit of the Chinese army.

These hateful Chinese are simply too deadly, in order to hunt down and kill themselves, he feels that these Chinese soldiers behind him are more outlaws than outlaws.

"General, there are also enemies on both flanks of our quilt, you see......"

Just now he was fleeing for his life and didn't notice the sides, but at this time Ushijima Mitsuru realized that his opponent was not only chasing after him, but also sent troops to outflank him from both flanks.

It's over, it's over......

Ushijima only felt that his eyes were dark, the Chinese did not intend to let him go alive or dead, under such heavy rain, the pursuit battle was fought as a tough battle, and he actually thought about annihilating him completely, it was simply mad!

"General, General......"

Poof, the shouting adjutant, with a stroke of his feet, fell headlong into a puddle, got up with his face covered with mud, and instantly turned into a mud man.

"Kill!"

The shouting and killing sound around is approaching, this is in the rain, listening to the sound is a little far, in fact, the people are already approaching within a hundred meters, and there are only seventy or eighty people left around Ushijima.

They were embarrassed, and although some of them had guns in their hands, there were no bullets in the chambers of the guns for a long time.

They rushed out without much ammunition with them, and when they were pursued, some of them lost a lot of their only ammunition, and some of them even handed over their guns to their horses in order to lighten their loads, and when the battle came, they found themselves barehanded.

Such people often fall under the first blow.

The Japanese army was obviously unwilling to fail like this, and before they died, they also wanted to pull people back, and they actually launched a counter-charge with a 38 rifle.

In all fairness, this is a terrible group of enemies who can give their lives for a war of aggression that is not just, without the slightest reluctance.

How terrible is the heart of such an army, such a nation, and such an enemy.

While!

The same 38 rifle, bayonet to bayonet, bayonet red!

Kill!

Kill all these little devils!

Yao Heizi's favorite is this kind of hand-to-hand combat, which makes people feel a kind of blood boiling more than shooting the enemy with bullets, with knives in their hands and heads rolling.

Especially Tu Man, who rushed to the front, one of his daggers, like a sickle in the hands of the god of death, stabbed left and right, and none of the Japanese soldiers next to him could survive.

Guan Shuhong is relatively short, but very flexible, like a slippery loach in the rain, specializing in the lower plate, and a military spur is superb.

Dong Yang is big, and he is the person with the highest martial arts, and before the Japanese army rushed to him, he kicked him out of the way, and under the fist, the small body of the Japanese army couldn't eat at all, and he vomited blood.

These few people were like tigers slaughtering into the flock, and the Japanese soldiers killed were people on their backs, and the dead and wounded were everywhere.

In less than seven or eight minutes, there were less than twenty people left around Ushijima, most of whom were officers, and the lowest rank was a second lieutenant.

At this time, nearly 100 commandos surrounded them.

The rain hadn't stopped, but it was much lighter than before, the wind was lighter, and there was the occasional silver snake electric dance, but it wasn't as frightening as before.

"Lay down your arms, surrender, we treat the captives preferentially."

"Yaga!"

A Japanese lieutenant brandished a katana and rushed up screaming, and without waiting for Yao Heizi to make a move, the poppy beauty, who looked delicate and had skin three points whiter than a woman, suddenly raised her hand, and a steel needle came out of her hand!

The steel needle was nailed into the center of the second lieutenant's eyebrows, and it was not at least three inches!

What a powerful force!

The human skull is very strong. It's hard, and it's not easy to break it, let alone nail a steel needle so closely? With the hand of the poppy, I'm afraid there are not many people in the Yaksha who can do it.

This is a trick he has practiced so hard, it's too amazing. It's glamorous.

The steel needle in this sleeve is as subtle as a man, and it is simply a matter of preventing it against the enemy at close range.

The corpse slammed into the muddy ground, a wisp of blood seeping out of his eyebrows, his eyes widened, and he couldn't die anymore.

"Say it again, lay down your arms and surrender!" Yao Heizi raised the corners of his eyes, and he was still holding a murderous knife in his hand, with a boiling killing intent all over his body.

Whoa!

Hundreds of black guns were aimed at the remaining twenty or so Japanese officers.

"Surrender!"

"Surrender!"

"Surrender!"

"Ahh......h

"Kill!"

Dong Yang carried a big knife, rushed up, stabbed, a big head flew out seven or eight meters, blood rose from the neck, blood mixed with rain splashed down.

A lot fell on the face and body of the Japanese soldiers, and a strong bloody breath rushed straight to the nostrils.

The Japanese soldier who had been beheaded stood there straight, still holding the bushido in his hands, making a forward slashing gesture.

The tumbling head landed right at Ushijima's feet, and the angry eyes just met Ushijima's eyes.

Although Ushijima Man's hands were bloody, he could see such a tragic death of his subordinates, and he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Who else wants to try Lao Dong's knife?" Dong Yang raised his hand, with the big knife in his hand, with a heroic spirit.

The Japanese army was frightened one by one, these Chinese soldiers were too powerful, where did they come from, the officers and soldiers of the Imperial Japanese Army were all first-class stabbing masters, and the two of them just now had a record in kendo, and they were solved in two strokes.

Did they run into martial arts masters among the Chinese?

For a time, these ordinary Japanese officers, who were extremely arrogant and did not take the Chinese in their eyes, couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. The stock moved back slightly, obviously because Dong Yang's momentum took away his mind.

"Why, no one dares to come up and compete with me?"

"Aren't you claiming to be the spirit of bushido, why are samurai sometimes afraid?" Dong Yang continued to stimulate the Japanese army with words, and his feet were approaching step by step.

"Come on, come on, come up...... there's a kind"

Every time Dong Yang took a step forward, the Japanese army took a step back, and when he walked to the distance of the Japanese army less than five meters, his momentum reached a peak.

"Coward!"

Finally, a Japanese officer couldn't help it, and a Japanese soldier with glasses rushed up and slashed at Dong Yang's brain.

Dong Yang was not sudden at all, but laughed, greeted him, and snatched the white blade with his empty hand, and the Japanese Shaozuo's wrist was buckled by him, and he flipped it.

The Japanese soldier Shaozuo suddenly screamed in pain.

Dong Yang didn't hesitate for a moment, his hand raised the knife and slashed at the neck of the Japanese soldier.

Another human head!

It's amazing!

"Who else?"

Who else......

There was a click, a thunderclap sounded, and finally a Japanese officer couldn't bear such mental pressure, and suddenly collapsed, throwing away the katana in his hand. The stock fell and sat on the muddy ground.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I surrender, I surrender......"

"Coward, coward......" A Japanese captain next to him suddenly showed a hideous face, raised his katana in his hand and slashed at his companion's neck.

"Stop......"

At this time, a gunshot rang out, and the captain howled, and the katana in his hand fell from the air, and his palm had been pierced by the bullet.

It was Su Xianhan, a sharpshooter of the reconnaissance battalion of the new 38th Division, who fired the shot.

"Well played!" Yao Heizi praised it, if this Japanese captain killed the Japanese officer who surrendered on the ground, then the next situation might be different.

There is the first, there is the second, and the third......

These Japanese officers have reached a limit in terms of physical strength, mental strength and willpower, and as long as they are given a little pressure, they may not be able to withstand the collapse.

Seven or eight Japanese officers came down one after another, and they didn't say surrender, they didn't want to resist anyway, they just killed or slaughtered by others.

There were still a dozen or so people left, protecting Ushijima Mitsuru in the center wearing the uniform of a Japanese lieutenant general, and it seemed that they were still planning to resist stubbornly.

"Surrender, I don't care if you live or die."

"General, we'd rather die than surrender!"

Bang!

The impassioned man met Hades first, and although it was more valuable to capture a Japanese "lieutenant general" alive, the battle was not over, and even bringing back a corpse was nothing.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, can you bear to let these people be buried with you?"

Ushijima's face is ugly, there are two kinds of people in this world who are not afraid of death, the first is really not afraid of death, and the second is that he has not tried the taste of death, and he shouts that he is not afraid of death, but in fact, he is afraid of death in his heart.

Ushijima is undoubtedly the second type of person, he can be very cold-blooded, very cruel, and murderous, but when his life is threatened, the cowardice in his heart rises.

He was afraid of death, and he was afraid of death.

"I am Kenji Dohihara, commander of the 14th Division of the Imperial Japanese Army, and I ask your army to treat us as prisoners of war!" Ushijima took a deep breath and said slowly.

"General, don't ......"

"Yaga, put down the weapons in your hands, this is the order!" Ushijima commanded angrily.

"The general is going to surrender, we won't, I beg your pardon, we can't follow the general!" A Japanese soldier picked up his katana and slashed at his stomach!

"Yokoyama-kun!"

One after another, five or six Japanese officers committed suicide, and the rest of them lost their weapons one by one and waited to be disposed of.

"Your Excellency is Lieutenant General Kenji Dohihara?"

"Contemptible exactly!" Ushijima Man bent down slightly and replied seriously.

"Good, take away!" Yao Heizi smiled slightly, he had seen Kenji Dohihara with his own eyes, this guy was obviously not Kenji Tohihara, but he actually pretended to be Kenji Dohihara, he must have his purpose.

"Old demon instructor, he is Ushijima Man, one of the culprits of the Nanjing Massacre." Cao Xingyang leaned over and whispered in Yao Heizi's ear.

The new 38th Division fought with the Sixth Division many times, especially with Ushijima, Cao Xingyang naturally knew Ushijima, but Ushijima didn't know him.

Ushijima didn't know that his identity had been revealed, and he thought to himself that by pretending to be Kenji Dohihara, he might be able to buy the real Kenji Dohihara a little time.

In his opinion, if the Chinese army captures Kenji Dohihara, they will definitely celebrate the victory, and at the same time they will relax the pursuit of the other way, after all, it is a huge victory to capture Kenji Dohihara, and the Japanese army who ran away must not be so important.

(To be continued.) )