Bright Sword: I am the old squad leader of the Northwest Shanxi Iron Triangle

"Er Gouzi, take your men to keep an eye on these bastards. If they dare to move, just shoot them." After Wei Dayong finished speaking, he picked up an AK47 and rushed towards Ling Yunzhi.

To the east of the city, Yamamoto Winery.

From inside the house came the sound of the Japanese devils' shamisen and the singing of geishas.

"Sakura, Sakura..."

Ling Yunzhi rushed over quickly with more than 100 people.

What he didn't expect was that there were a dozen Japanese ronin standing in front of the door of Yamamoto Sake House.

These Japanese ronin all wore wooden clogs, kimonos, and had a samurai sword hanging from their waists.

Some Japanese ronin were holding geishas in their arms.

When they saw Ling Yunzhi, these Japanese ronin rushed over cursing.

"Damn it, you Chinese are courting death. This is the territory of the Empire of Japan."

"How dare you, these lowly Chinese, come to this place. If you want to die, we will grant your wish."

This group of Japanese ronin drew their samurai swords from their waists.

"How dare you dogs act so rampant in our territory?" Ling Yunzhi was so angry that he almost laughed when he saw these Japanese devils and ronin.

People say that the Japanese are stubborn, and it’s true.

These little Japanese devils usually like to make a lot of noise. If you are scared by them, they will become even more rampant.

Faced with these noisy Japanese devils, there is only one effective way, and that is to kill them.

Ling Yunzhi pulled the trigger without saying a word, and fired a short burst of shots.

Three bullets hit the Japanese soldier's chest, neck and forehead respectively.

Before the little Japanese ronin could even scream, his head exploded.

After seeing this, the other Japanese soldiers did not retreat. Instead, they shouted and rushed towards Ling Yunzhi, swinging their samurai swords.

"Be careful, sir." Wei Dayong roared and rushed forward from behind Ling Yunzhi. He kicked in the air and hit a Japanese ronin on the neck.

With a cracking sound, the sound of broken bones was heard, and the whole body of the Japanese ronin was kicked seven or eight meters away and fell heavily against a big tree.

With a "puff", the Japanese vagrant vomited blood and died on the spot.

Wei Dayong walked to a samurai sword, hooked and flicked the sword with his foot, and the sword flew into the air. Wei Dayong grabbed the sword.

"Sir, I have long wanted to chop these little Japanese devils to pieces." Wei Dayong held the knife with both hands, "Today I finally got the chance. I chopped all of these dozen little Japanese devils to pieces with my own hands."

Ling Yunzhi knew that Wei Dayong was a monk from Shaolin Temple. Wei Dayong was agile, but Ling Yunzhi had never seen Wei Dayong use weapons.

"Monk, be careful. These devils are not so easy to deal with."

Wei Dayong nodded.

When the other Japanese soldiers saw Wei Dayong, they took up their samurai swords and prepared for battle.

"Bageyalu, you Chinese are looking for death." A dozen Japanese devils roared and rushed towards Wei Dayong waving their samurai swords.

With a bang, another gunshot was heard.

Zhang Dabiao pulled the trigger and shot a Japanese ronin in the head: "You little Japanese are really shameless. More than a dozen people are fighting against one person."

After hearing this, Wei Dayong smiled and said, "Brother, I know you mean well, but it's not necessary.

Even if these little Japanese devils attack together, what should I, Wei Dayong, be afraid of?

Today, I, Wei Dayong, will use the Japanese samurai sword to chop off all their dog heads. No one is allowed to help me."

After he finished speaking, Wei Dayong pointed the samurai sword in his hand at the little devils: "All of you little devils, come with me, so I don't have to worry about anything."

The Japanese soldiers looked at the guns in Zhang Dabiao and his men's hands.

When the Japanese soldiers hesitated for a moment, Wei Dayong seized the opportunity, yelled, leaped high, and rushed directly into the crowd of Japanese soldiers.

Swish, swish, swish...a few cuts.

The heads of several Japanese soldiers flew out.

These Japanese ronin only then realized that Wei Dayong was very skilled and that they could not deal with him easily.

These Japanese ronin looked at each other.

"Bagayalu, you Chinese, go to hell." Two Japanese soldiers swept at Wei Dayong's hands, and another Japanese soldier holding a samurai sword chopped at Wei Dayong's legs.

Wei Dayong smiled coldly, and his moves were as fast as a meteor and lightning.

With a swipe of the knife, he chopped off both hands of a Japanese soldier.

The little Japanese soldier screamed, and the wound on his wrist was neatly cut, and a stream of blood gushed out.

Wei Dayong picked up another samurai sword, one in each hand.

The Japanese soldier who was chopping at his leg was very happy, thinking that he had finally succeeded.

Wei Dayong leaped into the air and slashed from top to bottom with a knife.

This move was as powerful as thunder and lightning and could split Mount Hua.

With a "puff", the Japanese ronin was cut in half from head to stomach by Wei Dayong's knife.

Wei Dayong looked at the samurai sword in his hand and said, "This sword is quite sharp, but it's too thin. It's not as useful as the oni-no-machete we used before."

Before Wei Dayong finished his words, his body quickly spun to the right at high speed.

With a few slashes, Wei Dayong swung a knife in each hand and slashed at the Japanese soldiers around him, and those Japanese soldiers had no way to dodge.

A few cold lights flashed, and the two Japanese soldiers near Wei Dayong were chopped into several pieces and fell to the ground.

The other dozen or so Japanese ronin were shocked when they saw this. They jumped back with their samurai swords in hand.

"What? You're out of courage?" Wei Dayong didn't give them any chance at all.

He rushed into the crowd of Japanese ronin with two swords in hand. The sound of metal colliding was heard everywhere.

Sparks flew in the night sky.

Puff, puff, the sound of metal entering flesh continued to be heard.

Half a minute later, the sound stopped and Wei Dayong had become a bloody man, his whole body covered in blood.

Wei Dayong's eyes were bloodshot and he held two knives in his hands, like a devil walking out of hell.

The dozen or so ronin were lying on the ground, wailing.

"With your limited skills, you are nothing in front of me." Wei Dayong raised his knife and chopped off the heads of the dozen or so Japanese soldiers groaning on the ground.

At this moment, a gunshot was heard from Yamamoto's wine house.

A bullet went straight to Wei Dayong's forehead.

Wei Layong subconsciously swung the samurai sword in his hand to block in front of him.

With a clang, the bullet hit the samurai sword, creating a string of sparks that flew to the side.

"You beast! How dare you launch a sneak attack?" Before Wei Dayong could finish his words, Wang Xikui, who was standing next to him, picked up his sniper rifle and fired a shot towards the upstairs.

There was a loud bang of a gunshot.

A Japanese soldier screamed and fell from the building, landing heavily in front of everyone and died on the spot.