Chapter 460 Workers who want to do good things must first sharpen their tools (sealed 4 more
Liu Lang, who killed five people in a row, did not spend more than 30 seconds. At this time, Mi Zhi's shrill laughter that could make people's heart tremble was still echoing in the sky.
The last Japanese soldier was obviously cowarded. He had already taken advantage of Liu Lang's opportunity to slaughter his colleagues, and he had already grasped the 38-style cover held three meters away.
But when he looked at Liu Lang, who was covered in blood and looking at him with a fierce look in his eyes, the Japanese soldier who supposedly already had weapons and confidence was so frightened that his hands shook and he couldn't even pull the bolt of his gun.
"Bah!" Liu Lang spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm viciously, stepped forward with two big steps, and kicked directly on the 38-piece cover of the Japanese soldier who screamed strangely and put his gun across his chest in an attempt to block Liu Lang's kick.
There was just a "click" sound, and the spear made of hard jujube wood was kicked into two parts. The part with the steel barrel was kicked in by Liu Lang, who was wearing cowhide boots.
body of a Japanese soldier.
When a sharp instrument is pierced into the body, the first thing most people feel is not pain, but coldness, bone-chilling coldness, followed by severe pain and weakness. But what about blunt instruments? It is pain, extreme pain.
A half-length spear with an iron pipe and wooden stubble was penetrated into the body with great force? The Japanese invaders screamed like a pig butchered and tried desperately to pull out this terrible foreign object from their body.
From his appearance, you can tell how much pain he was feeling.
Even the next moment, he pulled out the half of the spear from his body with relief. There were still a few red flakes on the barrel, which should be lung slices! Several Mijia Yucun women even tried to attack the Japanese again.
Gritting his teeth and hating him, he still had a look of shock on his face when he saw with his own eyes the large wound on the chest of the Japanese soldier who had drawn his spear and could even see his bulging heart.
Perhaps it was because the pain no longer stopped after he pulled out his spear. The last Japanese soldier with a frightening relaxed smile fell to the ground, twitching slightly, and was as silent as his colleagues who were one step ahead.
"You guys, find a place to hide first." Liu Lang held a three-edged military bayonet with his backhand, and picked up a 38-meter cover with a bayonet on it with one hand. He ordered in a hurry while waving his arms repeatedly, and the blade passed by seven women.
The rope on his body was cut.
There was no time to see where the women would hide. Liu Lang strode forward and ran forward. The battlefield more than 20 meters away was already in full swing.
The place where Chen Yunfa chose to attack was the place where the Japs were most concentrated. There were two squads of nearly 30 Japs hiding there.
Chen Yunfa was different from Liu Lang, who was lightly dressed. His triangular military thorn was still inserted into his calf, but he was holding a wooden stick that he had just spent a minute making.
To say it is a wooden stick is actually more appropriate to say it is a wooden pole.
The ironwood that grows in the north only grows ten centimeters in length every year, and it takes thirty years to reach the size of a bowl and three meters long. Chen Yunfa hung two yellow bullet belts and waved such a long one.
As ordinary people would imagine, a wooden mace that weighed a full seventy kilograms and had no time to prune its branches entered the ranks of the Japanese army.
The Japanese army was briefly stunned and then became angry.
Extremely angry, when did the majestic Japanese Imperial Army fall to be attacked by the Chinese armed with such crude weapons? Regardless of the sharpshooters on the other side, dozens of Japanese soldiers jumped up to fight at the first time.
It's not that they don't want to shoot down the Chinese man wielding a tree trunk with one shot, but they think that piercing the enemy's chest with the blade is what a warrior should do.
The stupid samurai spirit was so fucked up that the Japanese soldiers, who thought they were brave, inserted their bayonets one after another and faced Chen Yun's dancing big wood.
Soon, the blood shed by his colleagues showed the Japanese army that Bushido, in the face of absolute power, was really not as effective as bullets.
In terms of pure strength, Chen Yunfa may not be as good as the perverted Fatty Tuanzao, but the entire independent group, or the entire second division, absolutely no one can catch up with him, including those who can go head-to-head with Tyson.
Shi Datou from the previous scene.
How powerful could Chen Yun, who could lift nearly 200 kilograms with both arms and even withstand an infantry gun alone, wield a 70-kilogram piece of iron wood and smash it at him? The first Japanese soldier at the head probably didn't understand.
Because, the bayonet and rifle he stabbed were directly smashed into parts by Chen Yunfa with a stick. Not to mention, the remaining power of the wooden stick directly smashed the first Japanese "warrior" nearly ten meters away.
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Just like Japan's most popular baseball game, a great home run.
A humanoid baseball might stop breathing in the air.
Chen Yunfa, who had made a great contribution with the stick, showed great power, roared, extended the wooden mace to the extreme and swung it violently. "Bang, bang" several long spears were directly smashed into hula hoops. In the unbelievable Japanese army
In his eyes, the terrifying muffled sound of a blunt instrument hitting his flesh continued to sound.
It's quite like a future "whack-a-mole" game. In just a few dozen seconds, as many as eight Japanese soldiers died under Chen Yunfa's baton, which was even more efficient than Liu Lang's killing force.
Moreover, they all died tragically. One of the Japanese soldiers was too agile. When the wooden stick was swung in the wind, he lowered his head and wanted to stab with a low body. Unexpectedly, Chen Yunfa's arm sank slightly, carrying a wooden stick with hundreds of kilograms of power.
It hit the Japanese soldier wearing a helmet directly on the side.
The muffled sound of "dong" is like ringing a bell.
But in the next scene, even Chen Yunfa, the instigator, was a little stunned. Maybe the Japanese soldier's neck was too fragile, or maybe the instantaneous blow was too powerful. The head of the Japanese soldier wearing a helmet was smashed from his neck. It was really
Chen Yunfa was turned into a "baseball" and was thrown ten meters away. He lost his head and the blood spurted from the Japanese soldier's neck directly turned Chen Yunfa into a bloody man, even his face was covered in blood.
"Damn it, you can't help but smash it?" Chen Yunfa didn't even have time to wipe away the blood that covered his sight. He just tried his best to open his eyes wide and continued to roar towards the remaining Japanese invaders who were stunned.
"Kill him, kill this devil." The only remaining Japanese sergeant in the Japanese infantry team suddenly stood up, raised his rifle and aimed at Chen Yunfa, who was chasing down several of his colleagues like a murderer.
Unfortunately, before he could shoot, Mo Xiaomao, 400 meters away, pulled the trigger brazenly. The bullet carrying huge kinetic energy directly beat the "brave" Japanese sergeant's helmet and head into a bloody flower.
At the same time, Liu Lang also rushed over.
Two humanoid beasts caused a bloody storm among the Japanese army.
In this era, they are the strongest individual soldiers.
Especially when their eyes were dyed red by the villagers hanging from miles away. The blood of the Japanese soldiers could not compare with the lasting blood color in their eyes.
Any Japanese soldier who wanted to engage in cold war would be killed by Mo Xiaomao, who was 400 meters away and had a calm face.
The killing lasted for half an hour.
The last Japanese soldier was tied around the neck by Chen Yunfa, whose arms were almost out of strength. He rolled his eyes and kicked his legs to avoid death.
Yes, Chen Yunfa, who personally killed nearly twenty people, was tired. Even though he is now one of the most terrifying individual soldiers on the planet, he is not a god.
Even gods get tired sometimes.
His arms were no longer strong enough to strangle alive a strong adult who would need more than 100 kilograms of strength.
Liu Lang did not take action.
Because there is no need for him to take action anymore.
The fair-skinned eldest daughter who had been following behind her had picked up a spear since she escaped from the trap, holding her spear boldly.
One knife, another knife, even if the Japanese soldier tried his best to open his mouth, it had become stiff, and his trembling body no longer trembled.
She was still glaring with anger and stabbing.
Until the Japanese invaders could no longer find any place to stab them all over their bodies.
A strong Japanese invader was stabbed into a pile of rotten flesh by a weak Chinese woman.
The gleaming 38-style bayonet unexpectedly no longer had the cold light, and was blocked by the flesh and blood.
Chen Yunfa on the side was so shocked that he broke out in sweat. If he hadn't let go of his arms in time and rolled away to avoid it, then...
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