Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

This number is enough to wipe out an entire independent legion.

With their strength, taking on two opponents at once shouldn't be a problem.

This is also a test for them, allowing them to make rapid progress in this battle.

So Ye Bai stopped.

A pair of bright eyes kept scanning the scene amidst the chaos.

There are no flaws.

Everything was under his control. Zheng

Ye Bai would only act immediately when the members of the independent squad faced a life-or-death crisis, opening the scope, aiming, and firing... The whole process took less than a second.

He was very confident in his abilities.

On the other hand, the Japanese were greatly shocked.

Ye Bai had already left them devastated and severely weakened.

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Now, facing this monstrous army, they no longer hold back and are going all out.

End the battle as quickly as possible.

This scene startled the Japanese.

An army of eight hundred men routed them.

There was absolutely no room for resistance.

The Japanese soldiers were also incredibly heavy-hearted; they had never felt so depressed before.

The team led by Zhang Dabiao was like a giant hammer; anyone who clashed with them would feel its terrifying power.

The bones were smashed.

Wei Dayong is like a sword drawn from its sheath, capable of cleaving his opponent in two with every strike.

Qin Dadong and the others were all newbies who had only been there for a short time and hadn't received much training.

In terms of individual strength, they are absolutely no match for them.

This approach still has significant advantages.

Firstly, it was for training, and secondly, it was to ensure one's own safety.

Chapter 339: Compared to Wei Dayong and the others

But as time went on, the number of Japanese people decreased.

Qin Dadong has had enough fun and can now fight to his heart's content.

He looked very happy.

He was only thinking of himself and ran towards the direction of the Japanese. Gradually, he lost contact with his team.

Just like Zhang Dabiao and Wei Dayong.

This was a brutal massacre.

Unbeknownst to him, he had been surrounded by the Japanese.

He wasn't a professional martial artist either.

In his view, pure power was like a straightforward way of fighting.

Unlike Zhang Dabiao and Wei Dayong, who could come and go as they pleased.

"Battalion Commander!" a sergeant called out immediately.

I don't know who shouted.

However, Qin Dadong remained unmoved.

He turned around, his gaze falling on the knights, a slight smile appearing on his face.

That face, stained with blood, looked exceptionally terrifying.

The blood of the Japanese stained his eyes red.

Phew!

After killing another Japanese soldier, Qin Dadong was panting heavily and felt a bit tired.

After fighting for so long, his body had reached its limit.

However, when he came to his senses, he found himself surrounded by Japanese people, each one of them glaring at him like wolves, their expressions extremely ferocious.

We've come this far, step by step.

The pistol in his hand and the extremely sharp daggers gleamed with a sinister light.

He suffered a crushing defeat under the siege of the Japanese.

His Eighth Route Army comrades have all disappeared.

Qin Dadong's face turned pale, and his heart began to pound.

His own wishful thinking had completely swayed them from his control, preventing them from entering the area.

However, nearly ten Japanese soldiers surrounded them.

Even if he possessed extraordinary abilities, it would be impossible for him to fight ten opponents alone.

Click!

A Japanese bayonet pierced his body.

Fortunately, Qin Dadong reacted quickly and dodged the knife in time.

Even so, the dagger still pierced deeply into his shoulder, a sharp pain shot through him, and the smell of blood filled his nostrils.

His body was covered in blood.

Qin Dadong looked annoyed, realizing he had made a mistake.

The Japanese will absolutely not give Qin Dadong any way out, nor will they give him any chance of winning.

A dozen or so people had already surrounded them.

"It's over!" Qin Dadong felt a deep sense of despair. He knew he was truly doomed. Qin Dadong knew this perfectly well.

This was his first time on the front lines, and he was somewhat reckless.

A satisfying battle, and one in which they gained a significant advantage.

So he relaxed a bit.

But he didn't know just how strong he was.

Compared to Zhang Dabiao and Wei Dayong, they are nothing but small fry.

The other side was very self-aware and capable; they rampaged through the Japanese ranks, completely outmaneuvering them.

But he can't do it!

His shoulder still ached.

So much so that his hand holding the pistol trembled slightly, making it seem somewhat difficult.

The Japanese soldiers had already reached him.

Qin Dadong opened his eyes wide; he was prepared to sacrifice himself.

He had no regrets whatsoever.

But the current situation made him feel a sense of resentment and regret.

The Japanese could neither hear his shouts nor understand his meaning.

He immediately sped up.

They had been eyeing Qin Dadong for a long time, wanting to kill him.

Clearly, he was one of the leaders of these people.

Therefore, he must die.

Qin Dadong wanted to resist, but he was powerless to do so, and could only watch helplessly as his body trembled slightly.

That wasn't fear, it was intense regret!

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a strong wind arose.

Both the Japanese and Qin Da 5.7 Dong felt a sense of darkness before their eyes.

A figure appeared out of thin air.

It's a bit flimsy.

He stood there, exuding a powerful aura, and walked forward.