Supporting the body in the white blade, wandering in the red dust

Chapter 993

The Japanese Marine Corps Headquarters, whether in the future or now, is an inconspicuous building. This oval building looks like a warship, with a square in the middle, and covers a large area. The wall is 0.8 meters thick with reinforced concrete, which is equivalent to a very solid fortification - of course, it can't be compared with the monster like the Berlin air defense tower. After all, the Japanese are just poor imperialists.

He can only bully China, a semi-colonial and semi-feudal agricultural country. If he were in Europe, he would be the one that would be beaten up.

The Japanese combined fleet only looks strong, but in reality it is just a disposable fleet.

Bai Lang just wanted to rush in and kill a lot of people. A mere rifle couldn't hurt him. Even if this world followed the real flow, it couldn't limit his power. It was a pity that it was limited to him and he couldn't teach others. Bai Lang started walking and walked towards the gate with the classic steps of Dio. There was a machine gun position made of sandbags at the door, and there were marines standing guard. "Oh, it's the Marine Corps." Bai Lang remembered the "very spirited!"

The Marines in front of them were indeed "very spirited!" But they were about to die. Bai Lang's arrogant steps made the dwarfs on the opposite side a little dazed - in this international metropolis, it was not allowed to shoot casually before declaring war on the British and American devils. Especially now in the concession - if they killed a Chinese in the Chinese area, it would not be a big problem.

This tall man doesn't look like a Chinese. If he makes a mistake, it will be a big deal. Ordinary marines will not escape punishment. So the Japanese soldier waited until Bai Lang walked within ten meters before he woke up and shouted, "What are you doing!"

Bai Lang stroked his curly beard, "Murderous." Then he attacked. Bai Lang's palms were separated, and his right palm slapped forward directly - the most satisfying way to kill the Japanese was to tear them apart with bare hands, followed by cold weapons. Using machine guns and cannons was not considered heroic. "I never thought that I would be the first person to tear the Japanese apart with bare hands. Is it embarrassing or satisfying?" Bai Lang was distracted by thinking about this question.

If you kill these little devils with your heart, it's like slapping Bai Lang in the face. Even if he closes his eyes and dozes off, he can kill these people with a casual slap. With one palm strike, the north wind whistles and there is a sound of metal and iron. The true energy in the wind turns into a colorful tiger and pounces on it. The eyes of the Japanese devils are about to pop out. They have never seen such a scene before - these days, Toei's sword and halberd films are not so exaggerated, and even the special effects shots are not so realistic and exaggerated.

The wind turned the battlefield into ash, and Bai Lang followed the wind and entered. This time he flew into the air, and when he landed, he was already riding on the Qi-transformed horse - this was originally the spirit of the Pegasus horse, and it took shape with the help of Bai Lang's vigorous Thirteen Guardians' Qi training of the Golden Bell Cover. Under the infusion of extraordinary Qi, this horse has all the muscles, bones, skin and fur, just like a living person, and it has a magical power that ordinary horses do not have, and it can communicate with the rider's mind.

Bai Lang reached out again, and mist suddenly appeared in the void, condensing into a snow-white horse lance. The three-foot-long blade was green, just like the blue sky after the rain. This was the Yunshui Spear that Bai Lang held to roam the world with his unstoppable tiger steps. With a long spear in hand and a bow and arrow at hand, the ancient tiger reappeared in the world. The horse's hooves were like thunder, directly knocking away a team of marines blocking the way, and the iron hooves trampled on their bones and muscles.

In another world, this Yunshui Spear can even operate on its own to kill the weirdness that is causing chaos in the world, and when it is held in the hands of the real owner, its power is unparalleled in the world. A volley of gunfire sounded, and the Bailang Horse Spear swept across, flattening all the bullets with the spear face, and then stabbed forward. The nine marines were obviously not standing in a row, but staggered left and right, some in front and some in the back, but all of them were stabbed from the mouth and out of the back of the head, and the nine people were pierced together.

This is the ability of the spear like a swimming dragon. Bai Lang shook his horse spear, and the nine corpses immediately flew into the multiple Japanese soldiers who rushed over, and merged with them. The machine guns started to fire. There was a machine gun position on the roof, and it also fired at this time. "Is this the most useless machine gun in World War II?" Bai Lang didn't care at all. His warhorse was transformed by the true qi of the Golden Bell Cover, which had the same defensive power as his body's internal qi. The internal qi on Bai Lang's body covered his dress, presenting the style of mountain pattern armor and white tiger helmet.

As expected, machine gun bullets made a clanging sound when they hit him, which was useless. He had to use infantry guns - which probably wouldn't work either. The barrel of this thing was short and the diameter was small. It was used to launch grenades on the front line. It relied on its longer range than mortars to attack infantry and infantry strongholds. The initial velocity was not fast and it had no armor-piercing ability. Bailang's horse hooves kicked hard, and the horse lance swept across a bright silver area, and more than a dozen heads flew off.

These marines had no armor on their bodies, and if they didn't have rifles in their hands, they would be sitting ducks for free. Bai Lang's casual killings were no better than pigs and dogs, and they could only be described as pieces of meat. In the blink of an eye, Bai Lang killed all the Japanese soldiers at the front of the square at the gate. There were no less than 30 incomplete bodies lying on the ground. Their deaths were quite clean - except for the unlucky guy whose body was shattered by the body parts that were hit before, the others were just cleanly separated, and their bodies were pretty good.

However, the Japanese soldiers would not think it was really beautiful - it was hard to say, after all, their aesthetic was the so-called "mono no aware" beauty, and they might really think that the postures of these soldiers dying were very beautiful. Of course, there were stronger guys in the Marine Corps, usually sergeants, and several of them drew their swords and their blood boiled. In a trance, it seemed as if I had returned to the Warring States Period. In front of me was a cavalry general, riding a horse and holding a gun, while they were foot soldiers with only a long sword in their hands.

That is to use the swordsmanship that he has cultivated for his whole life to kill the general in front of him - Shinkage-ryu, Shigen-ryu, and Itto-ryu all appeared on the stage. These sergeants also held their breath and waited for Bailang to rush in, and swung their swords at the moment of death - isn't that how it is performed in sword and halberd movies? Bailang laughed. He was skilled in battle formations and saw through the plan of these little devils at a glance. "Don't they think that machine gun bullets are useless? Will it be useful to wield a sword with muscles? They are indeed poor ghosts who believe in mental power!"

Bai Lang decided to satisfy them. At this time, even the Japanese soldiers inside had already run out, sounded the alarm and closed the gates, and the soldiers in the barracks took up their weapons. Bai Lang turned his horse and paused for a moment, then urged his horse to rush towards those guys - he could shoot arrows but didn't, in order to completely suppress the momentum of these little Japanese soldiers. "Take off all their heads at once." Bai Lang made the decision in a playful mood - he had never been serious until now.

(End of this chapter)