The severe pain made Kuroda Ichiro's stern face distorted, looking particularly ferocious, but the pain aroused the ferocity in his bones.
He drew the knife and turned around, ignoring the gurgling blood under his ribs, staring with vicious eyes at the blacksmith, the deputy battalion commander who stood as solemn as an iron tower, and raised his dusty saber again.
Although Ichiro Kuroda knew that he was no match for this dark-skinned Japanese man, he still chose to fight to the death.
A guerrilla brother who broke through the smoke saw the Japanese Major Kuroda Ichiro confronting the deputy battalion commander blacksmith, and subconsciously raised his gun to fight.
"He is mine—" the blacksmith growled, holding the low-hanging sword in his hand and rushed towards Ichiro Kuroda.
Ichiro Kuroda also screamed strangely and faced him with his saber raised. The gun-wielding guerrilla brother was nervously aiming at Ichiro Kuroda, fearing that his commander would be harmed.
The blacksmith and the stocky Kuroda Ichiro were like two wild bulls. The blood-stained rolling saber collided with the dust-stained saber of Japanese Major Kuroda Ichiro, causing a series of sparks to fly out.
The rolling saber in the blacksmith's hand pulled out a string of sparks along with the Japanese saber. Regardless of the numbness in his arm, the force of the body impact drove the blade forward, and the blade struck Ichiro Kuroda's neck with lightning speed.
Smeared on.
The bodies of the two sides intertwined, and a stream of warm blood flew out from Kuroda Ichiro's neck. A ferocious bloody gash appeared on his neck, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
Ichiro Kuroda staggered forward a few steps, clutched his bleeding neck and fell to the ground slumped, twitched twice and became motionless.
The blacksmith killed the Japs' Major Kuroda Ichiro with one blow. Several Japs nearby screamed and pounced on him with their sharp bayonets.
The guerrilla brother standing next to the battle circle reacted this time and hurriedly pulled the bolt of his gun and shot.
The bullet penetrated the left chest of one of the Japs. The Japs' body was pushed backwards and fell to the ground by the impact of the bullets, but the other three Japs were already approaching.
Facing the three Japanese soldiers who rushed forward, this guerrilla brother anxiously wanted to fire again, but he was too nervous and his trembling hand did not pull the bolt of the gun away.
Just as three sharp bayonets were about to pierce his body, the blacksmith rushed over from the side like a whirlwind, passed the anxious and sweating brother, and faced the three Japanese.
The blood-soaked rolling saber in the blacksmith's hand pushed upward to deflect the bayonet of the leading Japanese soldier, and then slashed down with a powerful and heavy blade, slicing off the Japanese soldier's entire left shoulder.
"Ah!" the Japanese soldier let out a shrill scream, and fell to the ground clutching his bloody arms. The other two bayonets were already piercing the blacksmith, one on the left and one on the right.
Facing the bayonet stabbing him, the blacksmith advanced instead of retreating. The knife in his hand swung away the bayonet on the right and avoided the bayonet on the left with one side of his body.
The little devil on the left used too much force and stabbed him in the air. He tried to stop his leg but it was too late. The blacksmith grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth. He thrust forward with the tip of the knife in his hand, and the devil hit him and stabbed him.
It's heart-breakingly cool.
The Japanese soldier's bayonet was swung away but he missed the blow. When he saw his companion being killed, he let out a strange cry and stabbed the blacksmith's body with the bayonet again.
The blacksmith's knife was still in the body of another Japs, and he was about to be stabbed, but the Japs was knocked away by a flying figure next to him. It was the guerrilla brother who rushed up to help.
The guerrilla brother and the Japanese fell to the ground together. The Japanese was short, strong and strong, but the guerrilla brother was skinny.
The enemy's gun was thrown away, but he didn't pick it up. Instead, he pushed the guerrilla brother to the ground with his teeth and claws, and pinched the guerrilla brother's neck with both hands.
The blacksmith kicked away the half-dead Japanese in front of him, pulled out the bloody sword, stepped forward in three steps, held the crazy Japanese's head with one hand, and pulled the sword against his neck, drawing blood.
Sprayed all over the faces of the guerrilla brothers.
"Are you okay?" The blacksmith pulled the guerrilla brother up from the ground with his face covered in dust and blood, and asked with concern.
"No...it's okay...wow..." The guerrilla brother's face was covered with blood, and the smell of blood rushed to his head, and he couldn't help but spit it out.
At this moment, within a few hundred meters of the wreckage surrounding the Japanese convoy, there were fighting groups, covered in gunpowder smoke and blood spattering.
Bayonet against bayonet, the click of the gun butt smashing bones, and the desperate cry before death were mixed together.
The remaining little devils were as ferocious as injured beasts. Even if they were surrounded by several brothers, they still showed their teeth and claws and refused to admit defeat.
There were also injured Japanese soldiers who clearly had only one breath left, but they still used grenades and pounced on their guerrilla brothers, screaming indiscriminately.
Although the guerrilla brothers had small-scale exchanges of fire with the Japs, most of the time they stayed away and engaged in cold shots, thinking that the Japs were just that strong.
But now that I had such a direct close combat contact with the little devil, I finally realized how powerful the little devil's men were. Whether it was the stabbing skills or the fighting will, they could not compare with them.
But with the veterans leading the charge forward, the recruits were like newborn calves, refusing to retreat in the face of the fierce Japanese.
The two sides fought on the road for less than half an hour, and the remaining little Japs were wiped out. Not a single body of the Japs lying on the road was intact, and all the red-eyed guerrilla brothers were chopped into pieces.
All the little devils lay down, and the brothers were exhausted from exhaustion. They lay limply on the ground and gasped, as if their whole bodies had been drained.
The medical team hidden on the side of the road hurried onto the road that was littered with casualties, rescued the wounded in the battle, and bandaged them to stop bleeding.
In just half an hour, all the Japanese and puppet army companies were wiped out by the guerrilla brothers. The Japanese did not take any prisoners, but the puppet army surrendered more than 200 people.
"Team leader, you killed a high-ranking Japanese official." Blacksmith, the deputy battalion commander, waved his hand, and two brothers dragged a blood-stained corpse to Yang Ling.
"Major?" Yang Ling was also full of surprise. He didn't expect to kill a Japs major by accident. It was really an unexpected surprise.
He originally planned to encircle the area for reinforcements, lure out some of the Japs in Qinghe Town and eliminate them, so as to reduce the pressure on the recovery of Qinghe Town, but who knew that he killed a major.
The blacksmith said with lingering fear: "I just asked the captured puppet troops. There are two undersized Japanese squadrons and two companies of puppet troops who came out to reinforce Yuzhuang this time."
"Two squadrons and two companies of puppet troops?" Wu Changqing, the commander of the second battalion who came over, also took a breath of cold air and immediately cursed: "Damn it, why are there so many Japs? There are actually two squadrons."
Yang Ling also secretly cursed himself for being careless. He thought that the Japanese who came out to reinforce Yuzhuang would at most send some troops, but the Japanese were crowded into a car covered with a curtain, and they started fighting without knowing it clearly.
I just thought that this battle would be difficult, but I didn't expect that so many Japanese were eliminated in one go. I was scared but also excited.
They killed so many Japanese by mistake, so there will definitely not be many left in Qinghe Town, and it will be much easier to recover Qinghe Town.
In fact, Yang Ling and the others were able to achieve such a great victory because of luck. If the enemy forces from these two squadrons really started to fight, the outcome would be unpredictable.
Fortunately, the Japanese rushed to Yuzhuang to eliminate the main force of the guerrillas. They were stunned by the sudden attack and were killed by landmines and explosives before they even got out of the car. Only then did Yang Ling and the others take advantage.
But even so, it still took Yang Ling and the others less than half an hour to eliminate all the Japs and end the battle.