Super Dictator

Kill, the two armies finally strangled together, and each had no way out.

Ding ding…!

Occasionally there were one or two gunshots.

The most brutal hand-to-hand combat took place. On the battlefield, there were fighting soldiers everywhere. The two sides were intertwined. As long as they saw people in different military uniforms, they would kill them with a knife.

Limbs flew around, blood and flesh splattered, and there were shouts, screams, and screams.

Let me ask you who is the hero in the world today. Soldiers from China and Japan will have to decide who is better today.

Unfortunately, the Chinese army, which had the upper hand since the beginning of the war, suffered very few losses, while the Japanese, who had always been beaten, suffered heavy losses, so this was an asymmetrical hand-to-hand battle.

The Chinese sergeants either surrounded a Japanese man in twos, or several of them killed a Japanese man together. The Japanese soldiers retreated continuously, and soldiers kept falling.

On the battlefield, there is no distinction between despicable and noble, only life and death.

Ma Yucuo led his remaining troops and rushed toward the place where the Japanese were gathering with a ferocious look. He felt guilty. Although it was a military order, Ma Jinxu's plan was now proved to be correct. Even everyone in the Renzi Army felt guilty afterwards. Will forgive him.

However, he could not forgive himself. In his mind, he could not help but recall the situation where the soldiers of the Renzi Army were ravaged under the iron hoof of the Japanese not long ago.

Kill, kill, I want to kill all the Japanese and avenge my dead brothers.

Although Xu Bangdao was old, weak and sick, he still rode his white horse and led the soldiers to join the battlefield. Fortunately, the Chinese army had the upper hand, otherwise his old and sick bones would really not be able to bear it.

Jiang Xiyi hid behind the soldiers and fired cold shots repeatedly, which made the Japanese cry and howl while secretly cursing them despicable.

Nie Guilin, I didn’t see this person on the battlefield. He was probably still enjoying the scenery on the mountain peak.

The most ferocious is Zhang Zuolin's horse camp. Zhang Zuolin is proficient in bow and horse, and the men and horses in his camp are also well trained by him. At this time, on the battlefield, they are acting as an all-rounder. When they see that their own soldiers are at a disadvantage, they will rush forward. Go up and strangle for a while. When they see that their own soldiers have the upper hand, they will rush forward and help solve the problem as soon as possible.

Both sides were furious. Whether they were generals or ordinary soldiers, they roared and fought together regardless of their own safety.

Seeing this, Wei Jichen was still able to hold back. He led his own army of more than a hundred elite soldiers and began to rampage. Wherever he passed, there were stumps of limbs and broken arms.

Wherever the battle was fierce, he would rush there and never allow the Japanese to form an effective counterattack.

The two big knives in Wei Jichen's hand flew up and down, and countless Japanese heads fell. He didn't know how long he had been killing, he only knew that he kept moving forward. Killing one person was a sin, killing ten thousand people was a hero, and killing nine million was a hero among heroes.

"Old Cheng, monk, brothers who took the first step, have you seen it? I, Wei Jichen, have avenged you today." Wei Jichen raised his head to the sky and roared loudly, causing the Japanese around him to flee in panic. Wei Jichen was the god of death coming to the world at this moment. .

A familiar face seemed to appear in the sky, looking at Wei Jichen below with a smile. In a daze, Wei Jichen seemed to have returned to that night when he fled in panic, that night when Wei Zijun was not alone.

Wei Jichen no longer had any of his own people in his eyes, and all that was left were the Japanese wearing Japanese military uniforms. After roaring, Wei Jichen became even more powerful, speeding up the killing. Sometimes, in order not to waste time, he even cut off two with one blow. head.

Wei Jichen, with bloodshot eyes, led his own troops, amidst the fear of the Japanese and the stunned Chinese army, like an unstoppable torrent, rolling forward, and soon disappeared from the eyes of those who just passed by.

Kill, kill, kill!

Wei Jichen didn't know how long he had been killing, nor how many people he had killed. In short, even his strong body was a little tired.

Wei Jichen was a little confused when he could no longer see any standing soldiers wearing Japanese military uniforms.

"Brother, big brother!"

A burst of anxious shouts pulled Wei Jichen's soul back to his body.

He followed the sound and saw Nie Cairong leading a group of soldiers rushing towards him. When he looked back, he unknowingly found himself fighting back from the exit of the valley to the entrance of the valley.

Heavy snow like goose feathers floated in the sky, which contrasted with the red earth, and seemed to be mocking the two warring parties.

Amidst the flying snowflakes, Nie Cairong was like an elf on the battlefield, moving and charming, which made Wei Jichen's bloodthirsty brain burst with tenderness.

Gently wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes, Wei Jichen relaxed all over. Let him let go of the past. At least he has avenged them now. I believe that Lao Cheng and the others have souls in heaven and will rest in peace.

"Cairong, will you follow my brother and kill him three times in and three out?" Wei Jichen returned to his cheerful and heroic demeanor.

Nie Cairong galloped closer, raised his hand, pointed into the valley, pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Brother, there is no one for you to kill anymore."

"Really?" Wei Jichen turned his horse around and saw that all of his own soldiers were injured, but it was difficult to cover up the strong and bloody aura on their bodies.

Looking into the valley again, I saw that the entrance was piled with corpses, mostly Japanese, and those standing crookedly were all Chinese sergeants.

What made Wei Jichen dumbfounded was that he actually saw several cooks holding poles and panting.

In the valley, the sound of gunfire has gradually faded away, except for the occasional sound of swords clashing.

Is this the end of the battle? Wei Jichen was a little confused.

Nie Cairong turned over and dismounted, and proudly held his head high and said: "Brother, don't be stunned. Our Wei Zijun was guarding the entrance of the valley, but not even a Japanese was released. I, Nie Cairong, killed more than 20 Japanese today!" If I didn't need to command the soldiers, I would definitely be able to kill more."

"Really?" Wei Jichen smiled and jumped down, and then said: "I didn't expect that our Nie Yingguan, who is so effeminate, would kill people without blinking an eye."

My dear, there will be more after this chapter^.^,

Nie Cairong gave Wei Jichen a cute look. Brother Wei just likes to make fun of me in front of the sergeant, she thought angrily in her heart.

"Let's go and clean up the battlefield. Huaiqing, you take some people with you and patch up all the Japanese corpses." Wei Jichen smiled a little coldly.

"Yes, sir!" Wang Huaiqing accepted the order without hesitation and led more than fifty soldiers to disperse across the battlefield.

"Where are Wang Shizhen and the others?" Wei Jichen asked curiously.

Nie Cairong wrinkled his nose delicately and whispered: "Wang Shizhen led his artillery battalion men to join in the rescue of the wounded."

Nie Cairong was soft-hearted and looked down upon the injured sergeants the most.

"By the way, brother, why is that big speaker of yours so powerful? After the sound came out from inside, it was amplified dozens of times. Those sergeants who didn't know why thought that brother was the reincarnation of a god." Nie Cairong raised his hand excitedly. , and then said: "Brother, let me lend you your big trumpet to play some other time. It will be fun."

Wei Jichen almost choked to death on his own saliva. He couldn't catch his breath and coughed several times. He glanced at Nie Cairong lightly and saw that Xiao Nizi's face was calm and innocent.

I can't help but have wild imagination again.

"Well, if you have time, I'll lend it to you to study." Wei Jichen replied seriously.

"Sir, we caught a big fish in the net." While Wei Jichen was thinking wildly, Wang Huaiqing shouted excitedly from a distance.

"A big fish was caught in the net." Wei Jichen quickened his pace in surprise.

Not long after, Wei Jichen saw Mengzi and several people gathered in a group, facing inside, while Wang Huaiqing was beaming with joy and waving to him.

"Sir, you are here." When the sergeants saw Wei Jichen approaching, they all saluted and made way for a passage.

"No, isn't this Katsura Taro?" When everyone moved away, Wei Jichen finally saw clearly that there was another person kneeling inside. This person was none other than Katsura Taro he had seen through the telescope.

He is still alive?

Guitaro was kneeling on the ground, muttering something that Wei Jichen couldn't understand.

"What is he talking about?" Wei Jichen looked at Mengzi, and a member of the fire brigade beside Mengzi quickly replied: "He kept saying 'caesarean section, suicide'" over and over in his mouth.

The member of the fire brigade had studied Japanese with Matsuda native, so he could still understand simple words and sentences.

"Sir, he can't really be Katsura Taro, the commander of the Japanese 3rd Division, right?" Mengzi asked Wei Jichen in disbelief.

Because even though Katsuragi was wearing Japanese lieutenant general uniform, Mengzi found it hard to believe that this crazy old man was Katsuragi.