Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2354 The grief-stricken General Takeda!

"Bakayaro, how dare you kill Lord Kitahara?"

But when he saw Kitahara Hiroyuki being stabbed to death by Duanwu, Matsushita was furious.

He was a die-hard fan of Kitahara Hiroyuki. When he saw his idol die, he instantly lost his mind and rushed forward with all the Japanese soldiers.

Matsushita's eyes were as red as blood, burning with anger, as if he wanted to turn everything around him into ashes.

He pulled suddenly, and the samurai sword at his waist was unsheathed. The cold light was like a flash of lightning in the night sky, and it stabbed straight at Duanwu, vowing to avenge Kitahara Hiroyuki.

Duanwu stood still, his face was as cold as ice, and his eyes were calm, as if nothing in the world could touch him in the slightest.

Facing the surging enemy tide, he was not only fearless, but instead a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was a desire to challenge the brink of life and death, and a faint compassion for the enemy's ignorance.

As Matsushita's blade approached, Duanwu's figure seemed to merge into the air, instantly turning into an invisible wind and disappearing without a trace from everyone's sight.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared like a ghost on the left side of Matsushita, and swung the black blade in his hand in an incredible trajectory.

The blade was as sharp as lightning, and it was heading straight for Matsushita's throat. Matsushita's pupils suddenly shrank, and he hastily raised his blade to block. The two blades collided, and there was a deafening roar. Sparks bloomed in the air, like gorgeous fireworks, but with a breath of death.

However, this is just the beginning of the Dragon Boat Festival killing feast.

He took advantage of the momentum to rebound, his figure becoming erratic again, like a ghost shuttling between the enemy formations. Every time he swung his dagger, enemies fell one by one.

The blood was like a blooming red peony, decorating the battlefield in a shocking way.

Duanwu's swordsmanship is as fast as lightning, ruthless and decisive. One strike from him is enough to kill every enemy.

Seeing this, Matsushita was filled with fear, but the dignity of a samurai and the tragic death of his idol still stimulated his brain nerves.

Matsushita roared, wielded his samurai sword, and started fighting with a dozen or so Japanese soldiers around him.

More than a dozen figures intertwined on the battlefield, forming a thrilling picture. Amid the flashing of swords and sabers, every collision shook the air, and every ray of light foreshadowed the disappearance of life.

However, as time went on, not only was Duanwu unharmed, but there were fewer and fewer devils around Panasonic.

Moreover, after continuous swinging of the sword, Panasonic gradually became exhausted.

He is different from Duanwu. Duanwu uses a pair of short blades, while he uses a heavy samurai sword.

Therefore, in terms of physical energy consumption, he will be much higher than Duanwu.

And Matsushita is not a kendo master.

So after continuous knife attacks, his physical strength gradually ran out.

Duanwu caught Panasonic's tiny flaw, he suddenly accelerated, and took Panasonic's head with one blow.

Panasonic tried his best to resist, but was ultimately a step too slow. He felt a piercing chill penetrate his neck, and then fell into eternal darkness.

His eyes were filled with reluctance and astonishment, but in the end he was unable to fight against fate and became another dead soul under Duanwu's knife.

When Matsui died, the other Japanese soldiers fell into chaos.

Even though their leader died in battle, they would be punished if they fled. But at this point, having lost Matsushita, their backbone, they had completely lost their will to fight and fled.

But Duanwu couldn't let them escape like this.

The Japanese are numerous, and if they regroup, they will still pose a threat to the guerrillas.

There are still at least three or four hundred Japanese soldiers on the front battlefield, and fierce fighting is still going on on the eastern side.

Therefore, Duanwu must kill the Japanese, even if he is alone.

Duanwu shouted softly, and like the incarnation of the god of death, he accelerated and caught up with the devil. The short blade was unsheathed, and the black blade light swept towards the devil, like a whirlwind sweeping away the remaining clouds.

The wails and screams of the devils merged into one, and blood and death played the music of death.

When the last Japanese soldier fell, Duanwu finally stopped what he was doing and gasped heavily.

The battle is not over yet, and the fighting on the east side of the woods is still fierce.

The Japanese on the front battlefield did not retreat.

But they did not go into the woods again, but pointed their guns here.

Obviously, the Japanese were completely enraged. Although Kitahara Hiroyuki and Matsushita were dead, the Japanese still had someone in command.

And they knew that this time the headquarters had issued a death order, requiring the guerrillas to be eliminated.

So even though they felt incredible and even terrified, they still stayed where they were, reporting to headquarters and preparing to launch a devastating attack on the forest.

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At the same time, at the headquarters of the Japanese army in Dalian, General Takeda's office.

[Top secret message]

  To: Headquarters

Soldiers of the entire army, upon hearing this tragic news, my heart is deeply saddened and I cannot express it in words.

Our brave and fearless general, Kitahara Hiroyuki, sacrificed his life for his country at the most brutal moment of the battle between the enemy and us. His heroic deeds will be recorded in history forever and inspire future generations.

Mr. Hiroyuki Kitahara has made many outstanding achievements since joining the army, defending the peace of his country with his iron will and extraordinary wisdom and courage.

In this battle, facing an enemy force several times larger than yours, you showed no fear and led your elite troops in person, charging into battle and vowing to never retreat.

However, God did not spare his life and the star general fell. Amid the chaos of the army, General Kitahara Hiroyuki was seriously injured, but he still held his sword tightly and stood firm until his last breath. His loyalty and bravery shocked the world and made the gods and ghosts weep.

Our unit deeply regrets the loss of such an outstanding commander.

Here, we sincerely request the supreme commander and all colleagues of our headquarters to jointly remember the great achievements of His Excellency Hiroyuki Kitahara, posthumously award him the honors he deserves, and use this as an opportunity to further inspire the fighting spirit of all soldiers.

Finally, all of our soldiers will turn their grief into strength, inherit General Hiroyuki Kitahara's will, and continue to fight bravely until the final victory is achieved.

  (Our troops have suffered heavy casualties, and the enemy is becoming more and more rampant. We hope that our troops will send reinforcements as soon as possible to comfort the souls of the heroes who died in the battle.)

Sincerely,

salute!.

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When General Takeda received this telegram, his eyes instantly turned red and tears welled up in his eyes, but he tried hard not to let them fall.

He took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell violently, which was the result of the turbulent emotions in his heart.

His fists were clenched so tightly that veins bulged, and the telegram paper was almost crushed in his palms, as if this could alleviate a little of the pain and resentment in his heart.

"My good student!"

General Takeda's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with endless sorrow and reluctance.

He closed his eyes, and the voice and smile of Hiroyuki Kitahara flashed through his mind.

Those past scenes emerged one by one like a kaleidoscope of memories, and each scene made him feel heartbroken.

However, besides the grief, there is more anger.

This anger was like a volcanic eruption, surging and almost swallowing him whole.

"Chun Jiang is a good guerrilla force! I swear to make you pay for your blood debt with blood!"

General Takeda suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with unprecedented determination and fierceness. He stood up, strode to the map hanging on the wall, and pointed his finger at the Stone City.

He was looking for reinforcements, and they were Imperial Army troops that could rush to Stone City right away! .