Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2796 The desperate Shandao Zheng Xiong!

The great leader Wu Gan sat majestically on his warhorse, emitting an awe-inspiring aura.

The machete he held tightly in his hand was a rare weapon in the world, weighing thirty kilograms and exuding an extraordinary power.

The blade is ten inches wide and more than five feet long, with a goshawk totem engraved on it.

The eagle is in a flying position, and looks lifelike.

At the end of the handle, there is a red gem inlaid, which is bright and vivid.

Chief Wugan held the knife in his hand, looking like a god descending from heaven, staring at the enemy who was resisting stubbornly.

At this time, Zhengxiong Shandao was already at the end of his strength, and the multiple wounds on his body made his movements slow.

But he had no intention of laying down his arms.

Because he knew very well how he treated his enemies, and he didn't know how many of the captives who had laid down their swords he had killed.

So he couldn't put his name in the other party's hands.

What's more, from the look in the other party's eyes, he didn't see any intention of letting him go.

At this moment, Wu Gan said coldly: "Shandao Zhengxiong, you will never leave this grassland alive today!"

Before he finished speaking, Chief Wugan had already urged his warhorse and rushed towards Zheng Xiong of Shandao like a black lightning.

Seeing this, Zhengxiong Shandao did not show any weakness. He shouted loudly and rushed forward.

The two war horses collided in an instant, and their hooves raised clouds of yellow sand and grass debris.

The Wugan chief raised the machete in his hand high, then chopped it down fiercely with a momentum that could split mountains and crack rocks.

Shandao Zhengxiong hurriedly used his command knife to block, but there was a loud "clang" sound, sparks flew, and Shandao Zhengxiong felt his arm go numb and he could hardly hold the knife in his hand.

He was secretly shocked. The power of Wu Gan was too amazing. He had never met such a strong opponent.

But he didn't have time to think at this moment, because Wu Gan's second knife was coming right after.

Zhengxiong Shandao endured the pain in his arm and swung his sword to block again.

However, this time he was obviously unable to do it, and the knife was knocked out of his hand by Wu Gan's machete and flew far away.

Shandao Zhengxiong's heart trembled, knowing that he would not be able to block the next blow. So when Wugan's chieftain swung his sword again, he rolled off his horse and barely avoided Wugan's blow.

But how could Wu Gan let Shandao Zhengxiong go? After he missed his first attack, he turned his horse around and rushed back, urging his horse to attack Shandao Zhengxiong again.

Shandao Zhengxiong was so frightened that he ran panickily on the grass, trying to avoid being hunted down by the great leader Wugan.

But Wu Gan's machete was like the scythe of the god of death, and it never left Zheng Xiong's neck.

Zhengxiong Shandao screamed in fear, but this attracted the ridicule of the Mongolian cavalry around him.

At this time, most of the Japanese cavalry had been wiped out, and the remaining cavalry were all surrounded. It was only a matter of time before they were wiped out.

Therefore, Wu Gan's guards ignored other battlefields and just watched the excitement after killing dozens of guards around Shandao Zhengxiong.

Shandao Zhengxiong was very desperate at this time, because all his guards were dead, and he was the only one left, still struggling to survive.

At this moment, Shandao Zhengxiong's heart was like surging waves, with despair and fear intertwined together, almost drowning him.

He had never thought that he would end up in such a miserable situation. As a former general, he was once so majestic and powerful, but now he was like a stray dog, running around in the endless grassland.

"How did I end up like this?"

Shandao Zhengxiong smiled bitterly in his heart. He recalled his past glory and those days of glorious military exploits, as if they were just yesterday.

However, the reality was so cruel. He was alone, facing the death-like pursuit of the Wugan leader. His life and death were only a matter of seconds. He looked around and saw that those subordinates who had fought side by side with him had already turned into cold corpses.

He knew that he had no way to escape. Wu Gan's machete was like a sword of Damocles hanging over his head, which could fall at any time and take his life.

"Am I just going to wait to die?"

A feeling of unwillingness welled up in Shandao Zhengxiong's heart. He clenched his teeth, suppressed his inner fear, and tried to find a glimmer of hope among the millions of soldiers.

However, he was surrounded by Wu Gan's cavalry, with three layers inside and outside, and had already trapped him on the grassland with a radius of less than 100 meters.

He had no way to escape, and unless he could grow wings on his back, he would have a chance to break out alive.

Of course, this still requires a chance, because the cavalry of the Wugan tribe still carry guns. If he wants to fly, he has to see if these guns agree.

So Shandao Zhengxiong sighed inwardly: "Forget it, forget it."

At this time, Zhengxiong Shandao already knew that he was powerless to change the situation.

He stopped, turned around, and faced the sharp gaze of Chief Wugan, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

He straightened his spine, opened his arms, and shouted loudly: "Mongols, come on! I, Shandao Zhengxiong, am definitely not a coward!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already closed his eyes, waiting for the final moment to come.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the battlefield, and the bravery and fearlessness burned in his heart again.

The knife that Wu Gan was about to chop towards Zhengxiong Shandao's neck suddenly paused, but then he turned around and only chopped towards Zhengxiong Shandao's left arm.

The big knife fell suddenly, cutting off Shandao Zhengxiong's left arm at an angle.

Shandao Zhengxiong howled miserably and fell to the ground with a thud, no longer as heroic as before.

Wu Gan spat at the other party and said, "You little devil, why are you pretending to be brave in front of me? You are the cancer of the grassland. You can only be killed by the warriors of the grassland in fear and despair. And this is your fate."

At this point, the leader Wugan was no longer willing to fight with the Japanese who had no fighting spirit. He turned around and left, and ordered: "Each of you should cut him with a knife. Don't let him die so easily. I want to use this to tell those Japanese that if they dare to invade my grassland, this is the end."

"Yes!"

The cavalry responded one after another and were willing to serve.

They jumped off their horses and walked towards Zheng Xiong on Shandao Island with smiles on their faces.

At this point, Masao Yamashima finally panicked and shouted, "You, you can't do this to me. This is a humiliation to the warriors of the Empire of Japan!"

A Mongolian cavalryman laughed and said, "I am going to humiliate you."

As he said that, he slashed at Shandao Zhengxiong's face with a knife.

But his knife did not cut deep, it just cut through Zheng Xiong's flesh.

But the pain is still the same.

Zhengxiong Shandao covered his face with his only remaining hand and howled again.

But at this moment, another Mongolian cavalryman also slashed his arm.

Zhengxiong Shandao's body spasmed due to pain, and he subconsciously withdrew his arm.

But unexpectedly, another Mongolian cavalryman took the opportunity to stab him in the chest.

Zhengxiong Shandao screamed in pain, as if a pig was being slaughtered!