Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2360 Shadow Attacks!

Boom!

In a desolate land ravaged by war, the sky seemed to be dyed a deep purple-red by blood and fire. The light of the corona was swallowed by billowing smoke, leaving only a sad afterglow.

The Type 95 tank, which the Japanese army was most proud of, was now burning with flames.

The flames were more than thirty meters high, rising into the sky and illuminating the entire battlefield.

The flames were like greedy beasts, devouring everything around them, making deafening roars and explosions.

In the center of this destructive sea of ​​fire, a figure slowly appeared, like a messenger from hell, walking on flames.

The face gradually became clear, and Duanwu's thin but upright figure gradually appeared.

His face flickered in the firelight, with sweat and smoke intertwined to outline a resolute and unyielding face.

The air around seemed to freeze, and time slowed down at this moment.

The guerrillas' eyes were all focused on Duanwu who walked out of the flames. Their breathing became rapid and their heartbeats accelerated. The shocking scene played out in their minds countless times in an instant, like a movie.

At this moment, Duanwu in the flames was undoubtedly a god-like existence in the eyes of the guerrillas.

Alone, he blew up five Japanese tanks. If it were any other one of them, who could do it?

At the same time, the Japanese were in despair.

The Empire's tank squadron was completely wiped out, and they even lost the hand-to-hand combat that they were most proud of.

The Japanese morale was low and they had no desire to fight.

What’s more, at this moment, Duanwu pointed with his short knife and shouted: Kill!

  This sound is like the sound of thousands of troops and horses! This sound is like the sound of war drums!

The guerrilla fighters went crazy after hearing this loud shout, shouting and killing loudly, and each of them was able to fight ten people at once.

On the contrary, the morale of the Japanese was low. Although they had more troops than the guerrillas, they were beaten back step by step and fled in panic.

The faith and courage in the hearts of the devils were completely shattered at this moment.

They began to pray for the protection of Amaterasu, but any prayer would be pale and powerless in the face of cruel reality.

At the same time, the Japanese infantry captain in the distance was extremely angry when he saw this scene.

The Imperial Japanese Army was defeated despite its absolute superiority in numbers. This was a great shame.

The infantry captain said grimly, "Fire!"

The Japanese officer nearby was shocked when he heard this and quickly said, "Sir, our soldiers are still there."

The infantry captain said angrily: "Baga, a bunch of cowards who dare not confront the enemy head-on, so I will help them. A bunch of guys who bring shame to the empire, they don't deserve any sympathy at all."

After that, the infantry captain roared again: "Fire! Blast all those guerrillas to death! Blast them to death!"

The captain of the Japanese infantry battalion roared loudly, and his mouth was so big that it seemed like a donkey dung egg could be thrown in.

However, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind him, and a sharp dagger pierced the neck of the Japanese infantry captain with the backhand direction.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. The Japanese infantry captain opened his eyes wide with disbelief on his face.

The roar on his lips had not yet completely dissipated, but it had turned into a silent struggle. His hands grabbed at the fatal wound in vain, but he could only feel the passage of life. In the end, his life could only end in a humiliating and tragic way.

His eyes were wide open, and he seemed to still doubt his own death, but everything was a foregone conclusion, and his soul would be forever frozen in this shocking moment.

The surrounding Japanese soldiers and officers were stunned by this sudden change. Time seemed to have lost its meaning at this moment.

They either opened their mouths wide or stared with eyes wide open, just like the Japanese infantry captain, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.

But this scene actually happened, just like the bloody smell that still permeated the air.

The Japanese officers were the first to react. They drew their swords and attacked the man in black who was hidden in a wide black robe.

The man in black said nothing, and just tapped his toes, he disappeared from the spot. When he appeared again, he was already between two Japanese soldiers who were wielding knives side by side.

A sharp blade pierced one of the Japanese soldiers in the right armpit, while the other was stabbed in the left ribs.

Time seemed to stand still again. The two Japanese officers still held their swords high in their hands, but the two daggers had already reaped their lives like the scythe of the god of death.

"Bagaya road!"

The other five Japanese officers were furious. Although they also felt that Hei Ren's swordsmanship was very high, at this moment, the captain was dead. If they didn't do something, it would be difficult to explain.

What's more, they were outnumbered and there were guards around them, so the five officers drew their guns and swords and attacked the men in black.

The man in black snorted coldly, and as he turned his body, his eyes moved from under the wide brim of his hat, and he could see clearly every move of the Japanese.

She shook her wrist slightly, and the dagger in her hand turned into a silver lightning. A Japanese officer had just drawn his gun when his chest was pierced by the sharp blade and he fell down stiffly.

Another officer swung his knife and chopped at him, but the man in black turned around and got behind him, and the dagger silently sank into his neck.

The third, the fourth... Every movement of the man in black was clean and neat, without any delay.

Seven or eight Japanese officers were killed almost at the same time by the men in black.

Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, but they couldn't even utter a complete scream.

The Japanese guards around were so frightened when they saw this scene that their faces turned pale and their movements slowed down by a beat.

The man in black did not stop. After killing the Japanese officer, he started fighting with the Japanese guards.

Seeing this, the Japanese artillery troops in the distance put down their work, raised their guns and tried to rush over to reinforce.

However, the speed of the men in black was far beyond their imagination. At this moment, the Japanese guards had all become dead souls under the knives of the men in black.

The Japanese artillerymen opened fire one after another, but the man in black was not only fast, but also seemed to be able to predict the trajectory of the bullets. He easily avoided all the shots and rushed straight towards the Japanese artillerymen.

The commander of the Japanese artillery unit turned pale when he saw this. He yelled and ordered the artillerymen to open fire, attempting to cover the entire area with firepower and completely eliminate the men in black.

But how could the man in black give him this opportunity?

His body suddenly accelerated, and his figure was like a ghost, turning into a series of afterimages. He instantly crossed a distance of several meters and took the head of the commander of the Japanese artillery unit.

The commander of the Japanese artillery unit reacted very quickly and hastily raised his command knife to resist, but with a "clang" sound, the sharp command knife was easily pushed away by the man in black. Then, a cold light flashed, and the commander of the Japanese artillery unit's head was taken off by the man in black.

The Japanese artillery, having lost their commander, fell into chaos. The men in black took the opportunity to shuttle through the enemy lines. Every time they swung their swords, a Japanese life was taken.

Even if several or even dozens of Japs besieged the man in black at the same time, they were still unable to resist the black-clad man's death-like harvesting method.

The Japs fell almost in droves, and the defensive formation they formed gradually collapsed. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and the Japs' fear before death.

In the end, when the last Japanese soldier fell, the entire infantry battalion's command, including the Japanese artillery, had no survivors, all killed by the men in black.

The shadow stood on the handle of a Japanese army command sword stuck in the ground, with the sleeves of his clothes dancing in the wind. It was a beautiful picture! .