"Sir!" Leng Feng, who was closest to Tang Dao, hissed.
Leng Feng had the intention to throw the bayonet in his hand to save Tang Dao, but the Shuiyue Liu master opposite him slashed at him with a sword. The instinct of a warrior made him hold up the sword to block it.
Leng Feng missed the only opportunity to save his commander.
In such a flash of lightning, the sword light struck Tang Dao, who looked dizzy and staggered.
"Koichi, retreat." Unlike Leng Feng, Fujiwara Senzuo, who was also spinning his head in a daze, changed his expression and shouted loudly to remind his subordinates.
The reason is very simple. He has regarded Tang Dao as an opponent of the same level. The collision of their heads caused both of them to suffer heavy injuries, but he could still maintain the balance of his body. Why should Tang Dao be so miserable?
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Unless there was only one possibility, he had another conspiracy. Fujiwara Senzuo had never been so afraid of a person in his life, but it was true today.
The Tang Sword is even more brave and brave than what is stated in the data. In terms of cunning, it is the only one Fujiwara Senzuo has seen in his life.
Why did the Lord want him to retreat? He slashed out with all his strength, and the power of the sword was completely exhausted. The expression of the old Japanese swordsman changed. This roar reminded him of Yuezong, who died under the steel stab of Tang Dao in one move.
Countless swordsman masters in Suigetsu stabbed with confidence like this, and then, there was nothing more.
I suddenly felt terrified in my heart.
It's a pity that in order to cut this terrifying Chinese man in two, who could harm both of them, the Japanese swordsman had used almost 90% of his strength. This sword could not be stopped easily.
Even though fear arose in his heart and he instinctively wanted to put away the sword, the power of the sword did not diminish, but it no longer had the same indomitable momentum as before.
Fujiwara Senio's shout was not only of no help to him, but in a sense, it even reduced the lethality of his subordinate's sword.
In the art of fighting, hesitation and foresight are the most taboo, and this Japanese swordsman was guilty of all of them.
Then, he had no choice but to die.
Tang Dao hesitated to slash at this attack from behind. He did not dodge or dodge, just like blocking Fujiwara Sentio's blade. He turned his body slightly to one side and held his arms to block the electric sword light.
However, this time it was the left arm.
The Japanese swordsman was not excited about cutting his opponent's flesh and blood in two with a single blow. The corner of his eye could not help but glance at the dark steel thorn lying quietly on the ground. He clearly remembered that Tang Dao's individual weapon had been compared with his master's.
They all gave up together.
The fact that the steel thorn was still in place gave him a little peace of mind.
But how can there be any room for distraction in this flash of lightning, especially in front of a master like Tang Dao?
Especially the special girl, who told you that Tang Tuanzuo can't carry two steel thorns?
Among the people present, who knew that Tang Dao also had a steel thorn, I am afraid that apart from Tang Dao himself, the only opponent was Fujiwara Senyuo.
Because Tang Dao's arm hurt just now, but he was sure that someone's arm would hurt even more, even if he poured iron juice on his arm every day.
Speaking of which, Fujiwara Senzuo inexplicably admired Tang Dao for being brave enough to dare to use that method to force him to give up his sword, but why didn't Tang Dao 'admire' him very much?
In the blow just now, Fujiwara Senzuo used his arm and the special short-handled three-sided military spurs tied to his arm to hit hard. Not to mention a fracture, it was at least a fracture, but he still held his head and himself without changing his expression.
Another hard fight.
That's right, if Fujiwara Senio hadn't broken his right arm bone by the hidden steel thorn of Tang Dao, he still couldn't do the move of head-on collision with Tang Dao. That's because he was also forced into a desperate situation.
What kind of nonsense is he pursuing the ultimate in martial arts? If he doesn't risk his life with Tang Dao, I'm afraid he won't have this chance in the future.
This should be the legendary mutual ‘appreciation’!
A pair of hotties who 'admire' each other want to kill each other, but they don't have the ability yet, but that doesn't mean other people can get involved in this delicate balance...
The knife hit Tang Dao's arm as expected, but what came out was a sharp "clang" sound as metal connected. Tang Dao's arm rushed forward close to the blade, in Jia Yi's horrified eyes.
He was about to move his wrist to lift the blade, but Tang Dao, which had already had most of its sleeve cut off, suddenly grabbed his hand.
A handshake between two men, especially two hostile men, never ends well.
Song Qingshu of the 89th Division knows this firsthand. The blood red on his hands has not faded even after the New Year. The bright red color is very pleasing to the eye.
As for the Japanese, Tang Dao will never hold back.
Tang Dao opened his eyes angrily, burst out with all his strength, squeezed suddenly with one hand, and with a click, he actually crushed several of the Japanese swordsman's phalanges.
"Ouch!" The Japanese swordsman's howl sounded like a lone wolf being shot.
But this was not the final damage. Tang Dao suddenly pulled back and pulled the Japanese swordsman, whose face changed dramatically, into his arms.
What greeted him was not only Tang Dao's broad embrace, but also Tang Dao's slightly ferocious face, which was covered in blood. It seemed that he should relieve the pain with pain, and as if he was addicted to headbutting, Tang Dao hit him directly with a headbutt.
The face of the Japanese swordsman.
This time, the blood flew out seven or eight meters.
"Ouch!!" The Japanese swordsman's miserable howl, like a lone wolf being shot, was not only distant, but also had a bit of vibrato.
It's probably because the airflow was so fast that the little tongue couldn't even tremble.
Even though the three women who were hiding in the blind corner of the box could no longer see the situation outside, they could still tell through the extremely miserable shouts that a Japanese was about to die, and it was very tragic.
"Captain Tang, kill little Japan!" Teacher Xiao He clenched his fists, his almond-shaped eyes widening.
This may be the first time in his life that a future scientific giant who comes from a scholarly family in the south of the Yangtze River and graduated from the highest university in China has used foul language.
If Professor Ye, who is full of talents all over the world, hears it, he may bring his group of disciples who will occupy half of the Chinese physics world to come to trouble Mr. Tang. Instead of following this rough guy like him, the Department of Physics of Huaqing University
How can a genius girl turn into this on her first day!
Holding a gun and shouting curses, she looks like a bandit woman.
But it feels so good!
At least in Teacher Xiao He's extremely full mood at this time, this was the feeling. If swearing could kill people, maybe she would hold a gun and scream in support of Tang Da Tuan Zuo.
In other words, her roar still had an effect.
Tang Dao, who was so dizzy and his head was buzzing, became even more ferocious when he remembered that there were three women in the house who were threatened by the Japanese.
"I'll fuck you! Die for me!" Tang Dao roared angrily and bumped into him again.
Although Tang Dao's forehead was bloody and bloody, the Japanese swordsman's fragile face was hit even more tragically.
The huge pressure generated by two consecutive violent collisions almost squeezed the swordsman's eyeballs.
Of course, although this was a serious injury, it was not enough to kill a master who had practiced martial arts for twenty years. The hard skull broke his nose and penetrated his brain, which was the main cause of the swordsman's death.
As if throwing away garbage, the Japanese swordsman who had thrown away the knife was thrown away, covering his face with his hands and rolling on the ground more and more weakly. Tang Dao shook his dizzy head slightly, and a rain of blood fell from his hair, a strong
The smell of blood suddenly filled the entire place.
The Japanese people present were collectively horrified.
Tang Dao's tactics were indeed cunning, and he continuously used the mistakes made by the Japanese to kill two people in a row, but this would only make his opponents more vigilant.
But the ferocity of killing without a knife, only with the head, really frightened the Japanese.
The Shuiyueliu master who was fighting with Leng Feng felt that his legs were a little weak at that moment. He had seen people killing people, but he had never seen such a terrifying guy who even wanted to kill him. He just clearly could have done without his head.
You can kill with your legs or knees.
In his understanding of the art of killing, crushing the opponent's throat or crushing the enemy's vital points with his knees can kill Jiayi who has lost most of his resistance, even if Jiayi is one of the top five swordsmen in this trip.
Technique master.
Tang Dao didn't think so. Those two methods were too time-consuming. He needed to solve the opponent in the shortest time, and using his head was the best choice.
Even if Sentio Fujiwara comes to help despite his injuries, Tang Dao can bite the throat of the Japanese in his arms and then spit the throat tissue in his mouth at Sentous Fujiwara as a hidden weapon.
This is the battlefield, do whatever it takes!
Speaking of this, compared with Tang Dao, a veteran who has been honed on the battlefield for more than ten years, these masters who have been trained in the training field every day are not worthy of carrying Tang Dao's shoes.
Without even looking at the Japanese Suigetsu-ryu master, whose sword skills were already a bit messy, Tang Dao looked over at Senao Fujiwara, who was motionless as he watched him hit his subordinates to death twice in a row, showing his white teeth and smiled: "That
What, you little devil, come here and do it again."
Fujiwara Senzuo, who stood still for more than ten seconds, shook his head, "Tang Jun, you are much stronger than I thought. I can't kill you today." He glanced regretfully at the man lying quietly five meters away from him.
The family heirloom sword on the ground, "I, the Fujiwara clan's treasured sword, will leave it with you for now. I will retrieve it from Mr. Tang when we meet again in the future."
After saying that, a clear whistle sounded from his mouth, which should be a signal to his subordinates to retreat.
Then, his body retreated like lightning without stopping, even a few minutes faster than the inhuman speed of his attack.
"Also, Mr. Tang, if we meet again in the future, please call me Fujiwara Senzuo. There is no need to add the title of brat. I am not from the Japanese family as you think." Fujiwara Sentsuo's voice has jumped downstairs.
Came from afar.
Tang Dao looked at the direction where Fujiwara Senzuo was leaving with complicated eyes, but it was rare that he did not pursue the Japanese with all his might in the past.
It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t.
However, the fight that lasted just over a minute really cost Tang Dao all his mind and energy. If Fujiwara Senzuo had the courage to charge forward again, he would find that the terrifying guy just now was far less powerful than before.
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Unfortunately, a warrior with a broken arm bone would not put himself in danger easily, so he retreated "wisely".
The Japanese in the building received the retreat signal and once again demonstrated their excellent execution, including the Japanese swordsman on the other side of the window, who threw a pellet and hit it on the floor. Thick smoke rose and the knife
The guest took advantage of the thick smoke to escape from the small building like a frightened rabbit, jumping several times.
Tang Dao was unable to pursue him any longer, but he could still stand up straight.
He reached out and took off the steel thorn on his arm, and looked at the Shuiyue Liu master who was entangled by the cold front and couldn't retreat for a moment.
Yes, it’s not that the Shuiyue Liu master named ‘Sanri’ doesn’t want to leave, but that his opponent Leng Feng is no rookie either, so he can come and leave whenever he wants.
As long as he dares to retreat, the sharp bayonet will be thrown at his back.
This is really a frustrating thing. With this person's skill, it was not too difficult to take down Leng Feng who only held a bayonet. But Leng Feng, like his immediate boss, was about to die together at every turn. This made Shui
Masters of the moon flow also use rat-averse weapons.
It's like a lion meeting a porcupine. If you want to eat the meat without getting stabbed, you have to do it slowly.
Who knew that just by procrastinating like this, it turned into the current bad situation? The boss said hello without any moral ethics and ran away, but the devil-like boss on the other side was still there.
Moreover, he took the military thorn and looked at him.
From the corner of his eye, Tang Dao grinned, his mouth full of red teeth, like an ancient wild beast that had just finished devouring its flesh and blood.
The Suigetsu-ryu master's calf couldn't help but twist a little, but in his heart he scolded Fujiwara Senzuo bloody.
He was desperately thinking about escape strategies in his mind, and the knife in his hand was naturally a little messy.
The Japanese swordsman, whose mind was completely confused, naturally ignored the gun sticking out of the window.
That belongs to Erya.
At the moment when Fujiwara Senzuo was about to give a pretentious speech before leaving, Erya approached the window with a shell gun. His duty was to be the last barrier for Tantai Mingyue and others. He had previously killed two Japanese swordsmen in succession.
It proves that he did a good job, but he is also Tang Dao's orderly, and he is also worried about Tang Dao's situation.
Seeing that the enemy was about to retreat, he naturally quickly sneaked to the window to observe the battlefield.
Then, he saw Tang Dao smiling brightly at him.
Seeing that the officer was still smiling brightly even though his head was dripping with blood, Erya's heart was completely relaxed. He was sure that they had won the battle when they were ambushed by the Japanese.
Yes, Tang Dao smiled at the Japanese, but he smiled at Erya.
‘Three days’ is too pretentious!
"Three Days" finally pulled some distance away. When he raised his hand, a smoke pellet was about to hit the ground.
If nothing else happens, he can escape.
The smoke in the box rose earlier than the smoke on the ground. It was caused by the continuous firing of Erya's shell gun.
The muzzle of the gun, which was beating wildly, poured out more than a dozen bullets in two seconds.
As thick smoke rose from the ground, the unlucky child "Sanri" was beaten into a sieve and lay on the ground just whimpering.
"Why?" Shuiyueliu master wanted to ask, we all use cold weapons, why are you Chinese so unruly?
It's very simple! The Japanese were afraid of alerting the garrison, but Tang Dao and the others were not afraid. That was because Tang Dao was a little careless and did not let Leng Feng travel with a submachine gun on his back. Otherwise, it would have given Fujiwara Senzuo so many opportunities to show off.
Two shell guns and a submachine gun formed a triangular defensive firepower point at the stairs. Unless there were infantry artillery, the Japanese would not be able to attack within ten minutes.
"The Japanese are not that good, but this knife is quite good!" Leng Feng's voice rang in the ears of Sanri, who had been shot more than a dozen times and was still not completely dead.
Then, the last feeling of 'Three Days' was that a cold blade entered the body, and it completely sank into darkness.
All the Japanese swords left on the ground became the trophies of Tang Dao and others, including the samurai sword that Fujiwara Senzuo was reluctant to part with before leaving.
If you give this thing to your old father-in-law to peel an apple, he will definitely like it! Tang Dao glanced at the coldly shining sword on the ground, and couldn't help but have this weird idea in his heart.
All I can say is that Lao Tantai must be relieved that the son-in-law his leaky little cotton-padded jacket found for him is really qualified!
Even the Fujiwara family may collectively have to bleed!...
Looking at the place where Fujiwara Senzuo disappeared from a distance, Tang Dao had a feeling that this Japanese who liked to show off but was different from other Japanese and even a little naive would really meet again.
Moreover, when we meet again, he will be stronger.
However, Tang Dao was not afraid at all. He could repel that guy once, and he could repel him a second time.
Or, for Tang Dao, if Tantai Mingyue and the others were not there, Tang Dao, who had no scruples in using all his strength, was completely confident that he would be able to kill him within three blows by exchanging injuries for injuries.
The Mao Xiong special soldier who was born in a Siberian training camp and could kick off iron stakes, Tang Dao barely wandered with him, and broke his Adam's apple with one punch at the cost of being seriously injured and lying in bed for half a year.
This is the battle of soldiers. One move can mean the difference between life and death. Otherwise, Uncle Han, who can fight with Tang Dao with his boxing skills, would not admit that he is no match for Tang Dao on the battlefield.
Tang Dao's intuition is very accurate. It won't take long before he and Fujiwara Senio will meet again, on the battlefield in North China.
The Four Troops will become an unexpected force that disrupts the North China battlefield. It is a special agent team directly under the Japanese North China Front Army Headquarters and the sharpest knife under the command of the North China Front General Commander Juichi Terauchi.
Such a knife is a formidable enemy to any soldier.
Of course, even if Tang Dao knew that he might let go of an enemy that would become a nightmare for all Chinese soldiers in the future, he would still have to do so.
If Fujiwara Senzuo had sensed Tang Dao's murderous intention from the beginning, based on his so-called Japanese martial arts training, he would most likely have chosen to enter the room to kill the three women to defeat Tang Dao, and then killing them would have been impossible.
The enemy of calm.
Although it is a bit despicable, it is very effective, not to mention that in the mind of that kind of guy, this is probably the most correct method!
Therefore, Tang Dao could only force himself to suppress the surging murderous intention in his heart, making him think that his strength was always much higher than Tang Dao and there was no need to use that method.
When he was finally injured and discovered that Tang Dao was an opponent of the same level, it was too late.
Although this battle was short-lived, for Tang Dao, it was definitely the most difficult battle he had faced in this era.
Both body and brain power are used to the extreme!
