A magazine of 30,000 rounds, you call it Hanyang

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff..."

Chen Shengli, Meng Renyi, Niu Dashan and others have also rushed into the group of Japanese soldiers, with the big knives in their hands flying up and down, and each of them has chopped off the head of a Japanese soldier!

The Japanese soldiers who were originally charging forward with a roar as if they were injected with chicken blood, at this moment, when they saw the big swords in the hands of the spearhead regiment soldiers, it was as if the pause button was pressed, and they all stood there in a daze.

A hint of panic and fear instantly emerged in the eyes of these devils.

Most of the Japanese soldiers' foreheads were covered in sweat in an instant, and some of them had already started to move backwards. A panic spread in the Japanese camp, and they had already begun to think about retreating.

Huang Dafei had previously used a drone to survey the terrain of Shijiaopo, and Zheng Kaixuan had long anticipated that if a fight really broke out, the Japanese might use close combat.

Although the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Regiment are all brave and not afraid of close combat.

However, due to the limitations of the terrain, the number of the Japanese is ten times that of our side. If the brothers want to kill these Japanese, they will definitely have to pay a heavy price.

And at this moment, Li Yunlong made a suggestion.

To fight the Japs in close combat, we should form a big knife team, which will definitely help to suppress the Japs.

The Japs are afraid of big swords. This is the experience Li Yunlong has summed up after years of fighting.

Zhang Dabiao once said that when it comes to bayonet fighting, the Chinese are the ancestors of the Japanese devils.

Every time Zhang Dabiao fought with the Japanese with bayonets, he used a broadsword.

He came from the 29th Army's Big Knife Team. He thought that every time they fought with the Japanese with bayonets, the Big Knife Team always won and rarely lost.

In the Northwest Army, there were several big knife teams that had achieved the glorious record of killing thousands of Japanese devils at night.

Faced with the broadswords of the Sharp Knife Group, even these fighting elites under Kikuchi's command, even these devils who advocated Bushido, even though Kikuchi had been constantly promising them promotion and wealth, even though they were ready to die in battle, they were still afraid and retreated.

It’s not because of anything else, the Japanese are most afraid of being beheaded!

Some Japanese soldiers were not afraid of disembowelment, but were afraid of being beheaded.

This has a lot to do with the devil's beliefs. Most devils believe in Shintoism. They believe that being beheaded is the most humiliating way to die and a great shame.

Any devil who died from beheading would become a wandering ghost and would not be reincarnated after death. He would have neither an afterlife nor the chance to be reborn.

Many Japanese soldiers would rather be killed by artillery or guns than have their heads chopped off.

When Zheng Kaixuan and the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Regiment raised their swords and heads of Japanese soldiers began to fall one after another, how could they not panic? How could they not be afraid?

The psychological defenses of many Japanese soldiers have collapsed, their legs are trembling, and they have already planned to escape.

The chrysanthemum field was in full bloom and immediately panicked.

He knew very well that once his Japanese soldiers started to flee and once they were separated from the soldiers of the spearhead regiment, they would all be shot into sieves.

Only by rushing forward and fighting to the death can there be a chance of survival.

"Special forces, kill the chicken for me."

At this moment, Kikuchi Nufang finally remembered the ten special forces members that Yamamoto left for him.

Except for the two who were sent to Yangcun as envoys and did not return, there were eight people left with him.

"Bakayalu! Don't be afraid, everyone. The people of the Sharp Blade Group are nothing. They just rely on their weapons and equipment to win. I will deal with them."

At this moment, at least three strong and muscular Japanese special forces rushed out with arrogant faces, each holding a blunt weapon in their hands and smashing towards the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Regiment.

"Little devils, stop bragging! I'll chop off your heads!"

Niu Dashan, Chen Shengli, Meng Renyi and others rushed forward with their swords in hand.

Although Meng Renyi was thin, he was extremely flexible. The Japanese special attack team swung their hammers more than ten times in a row, but not even the corner of his clothes was touched.

After five or six rounds of fierce fighting, Meng Renyi stabbed the Japanese soldier in the lower abdomen with a knife. Then he drew his knife, kicked the Japanese special forces team member down, and swung the knife straight at the Japanese soldier's neck.

Chen Shengli has a well-proportioned body and is stronger than Meng Renyi in both speed and strength. The Japanese special forces member on the opposite side fought with him for less than three rounds before Chen Shengli stepped on him and chopped off his head with one knife.

If we talk about who ended the battle the fastest, it was Niu Dashan. In front of the Japanese, Niu Dashan was a veritable mountain.

He was more than two heads taller than the Japanese special forces member in front of him. The Japanese raised an iron rod and hit him, but Niu Dashan did not dodge. He raised his knife in his backhand and hit the iron rod with the back of the knife. The Japanese screamed immediately, his knuckles were broken, blood was flowing, and the iron rod in his hand was also knocked away.

"Little devil, you're trying to scare your grandfather with a small hammer? You may not know that I'm the ancestor of using a big iron club!"

If Meng Renyi is an agile monkey and Chen Shengli is a nimble cheetah, then Niu Dashan is a majestic tiger.

He reached out, grabbed the belt of the Japanese special forces soldier in front of him, and lifted the soldier over his head with one hand.

"Hey! Go to hell!"

Immediately afterwards, Niu Dashan exerted force with his arms and threw the Japanese soldier five or six meters away, and he hit the soldier directly against a thick poplar tree.

The devil's brain suddenly exploded and he died.

"puff!"

Niu Dashan rushed forward and chopped off his head with one knife.

"Wow!"

Seeing that the most capable Japanese special forces member among them was no match for the spearhead regiment soldiers, how could these ordinary Japanese soldiers have the courage to continue fighting?

In an instant, the entire line collapsed and fled in all directions.

No matter how much we encourage the chrysanthemums to bloom, it will be of no use.

Seeing the Japanese escape, Zheng Kaixuan became even calmer.

The outcome is decided!

Four Triumph drones loaded with bombs had already been waiting around the woods. Any Japanese who escaped from the woods would be blown to death.

The battle in the woods has turned into a one-sided hunting game.

The distance has been widened, and the fifteen fully automatic rifles can finally exert their power.

"Kill all these devils, leaving no one alive! Then follow me to the prisoner-of-war camp and capture Yamamoto Ikki alive!"