Rise From Eight Hundred

Two melee masters of the Four Lines Group came out together to deal with one person!

This was the first time that the Four Lines Group had fought against an enemy. Just based on this, Fujiwara Zhanxiong was proud enough. If he could survive this battle, he must be able to take a big step forward to the martial arts realm of his dreams.

Unfortunately, Fujiwara Zhanxiong at this time did not have the joy of meeting his old opponent at all.

In fact, his judgment was too accurate.

It was so accurate that he wanted to slap himself in the face.

Mingxin was actually a level higher than he thought. How could he be a master who was almost as good as him?

He was a master who could be on par with him! Just this one person was enough to give him a headache.

No matter how fast he retreated, Mingxin chased him like a maggot on his tarsal bone. Just this agility and the explosive power of his leg muscles were not inferior to Fujiwara Zhanxiong.

Of course, being chased by a man is not terrible. What is terrible is that he has a big guy in his hand. I don’t know if it is hard, but it is definitely fast enough!

The sword that could break through heavy armor weighing more than ten pounds was lifted in Mingxin's hand, but it was as light as an embroidery needle.

With a slight shake of his wrist, the heavy sword flew in the air, chopping, slashing, and stabbing. The cold sword body actually showed dazzling rays of light under the dim candlelight.

It was like waving cold flame fireworks in the dark night to draw brilliant rays of light.

But Fujiwara Sen'ao knew that this kind of light was not just as bright and beautiful as it seemed on the surface. If the human body was touched by it, it would be cut in half by the cold sword. There would be no luck.

In normal times, Fujiwara Sen'ao would not be afraid. Although the material of the samurai sword on his back was not as good as the family heirloom sword, it was also a fierce blade that the family sent from the island after hearing about the defeat in the Battle of Zhengcheng.

In the last night attack on the Chinese field hospital, he once cut a brave Chinese officer in half with a knife, including his gun, and the blade was not damaged at all.

Finally, after Fujiwara Sen's feet were crossed and his body was shaking to avoid the sword, Fujiwara Sen's back muscles, which had controlled the muscle fibers of his whole body almost precisely, exerted force, and the samurai sword in the scabbard came out of the scabbard as if it was equipped with a locator and fell into his slender white hand.

"Dang!" A crisp sound.

The samurai sword that had just been unsheathed was actually the first to arrive, and accurately slashed on the cold blade of the heavy sword, making Mingxin's attack embarrassed.

Even if he retreated after being attacked, Fujiwara Sen's master posture was fully revealed.

Unfortunately, it was not only Mingxin who attacked him, but also the more fierce and cruel Tang sword.

At this moment when Fujiwara Sen's old strength had not yet been exhausted and the new strength had not yet been generated, a three-edged military dagger that was only a few dozen centimeters long pierced out from the darkness like a poisonous snake, and went straight to Fujiwara Sen's lower abdomen.

Moreover, it seemed to ignore the samurai sword in Fujiwara Sen's hand, and all the strength was placed on this stab.

Die with the enemy?

As expected of a Tang sword, the first move was a life-or-death move.

Really, if Fujiwara Sen's father had encountered something sad at this moment and was so depressed that he didn't want to live, it would be very simple to deal with this move. He didn't need to dodge or block at all, just chop him off with a knife.

The result was probably that the Tang sword was split into two pieces, and Fujiwara Sen's father was stabbed through the abdomen. After being seriously injured, if he wanted to escape the pursuit of a master who was not inferior to himself, it would be impossible unless Amaterasu came from the mahjong table and possessed him.

Unfortunately, what was Fujiwara Sen's identity? What ideals? What was his state of mind?

Not to mention that he was beaten by two people and fell into a disadvantage, even if he was in a situation where he was bound to die, he would not easily give up his life.

Perhaps, the Tang sword also saw this point in him, so it was so unscrupulous.

Even if Fujiwara Sen knew, he could do nothing.

Because, in such a flash, everything is the instinctive reaction of the body after thousands of trials and tribulations, and it is not even the turn of the brain to command and react.

For example, now, Fujiwara Sen's hair stood up instantly, which was a phenomenon of the body's function reaching its extreme.

This is not the first time he has dealt with the three-edged military dagger used by Tang Dao. Last time in Zhengcheng, Tang Dao fought him hard with two such military daggers. The hard material and slightly single function left a deep impression on him.

This time, after he personally captured the elite soldiers of the Four Lines Regiment, he was able to observe the conventional weapons used by the Four Lines Regiment at close range for the first time. As a master of cold weapons, how could he not quickly discover the trick of this weapon that has almost no other functions except stabbing?

First of all, the sharp thorn tip almost ignores any defense. Under the full force of the sergeant, the ordinary bayonet can penetrate several centimeters of hardwood, but this thorn tip can penetrate at least one-third deeper due to its structure.

That is to say, even if many imperial soldiers would tie a piece of iron sheet on their chest and abdomen when preparing for hand-to-hand combat, in front of this military bayonet, it was like a paper lake, and it would penetrate with one stab!

But this was not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was the ridges supporting the military bayonet. The three huge blood grooves could drain the blood from the human body in a very short time after piercing the human body, just like the Chinese killing the New Year pig during the Chinese New Year.

Soon, the human body that lost too much blood would become as pale as the New Year pig being depilated by boiling water.

It was definitely a professional-level weapon for killing and robbing!

It was such a fierce blade that not only stabbed him, but also feared that it could not kill him in one go, and took advantage of the gap when he repelled a strong enemy to stab his soft lower abdomen with great viciousness.

Fujiwara Sen'o could even imagine the next move of that bastard Tang Dao after he stabbed him. It would definitely not be to pursue the victory, but to throw away the bayonet and retreat madly without any scruples to avoid being cut in two by his sword.

Yes, the most important reason why Tang Dao dared to risk his life like this was not that he believed Fujiwara Sen'o did not dare to fight with him, but that this time, he had Mingxin by his side.

As a mature soldier, how could Tang Dao entrust his safety to his opponent! He just believed in Mingxin very much. Mingxin's sword could block Fujiwara Sen's knife.

On the battlefield, leaving your back to your comrades, that's it.

He couldn't block it, and he couldn't fight desperately. Fujiwara Sen'o, who had already felt the crisis of death, had only one way left.

That was to retreat! Keep retreating! Go to where Tang Dao wanted him to go.

"Shameless!" Fujiwara Sen'o roared wildly.

The legs suddenly exerted force, as if a rocket engine was installed, and the whole person instantly changed from a static state to an arrow from a bow, avoiding the fatal stab of the Tang sword, smashing the 3-centimeter-thick wooden wall of the wooden shed, and arrived outside the wooden shed.

Then, Fujiwara Zhanxiong stood still.

Because he knew that there was no need to run anymore.

He didn't even need to use his eyes to see, the martial arts master's keen perception told him that there were countless guns aiming at him.

"Aim at the target, ready!" The angry roar of the army major sounded in the distance.

As the highest commander of the 17th Division in Yesanpo, all the defenses were made by him. He also boasted that he could resist a Japanese battalion for a whole day, let alone a few Japanese. As a result, a Japanese evaded three lines of defense and even got into the core position of Yesanpo.

If the brigade commander and the division commander knew about this, it would not be a mistake, but a dereliction of duty, a serious dereliction of duty! On the battlefield against the enemy, he would be executed.

The only way to make up for his mistake now is to kill the enemy and take the enemy's body to apologize to the superiors.

There was no sound of the bolt being pulled. The soldiers had already turned on the safety and loaded the bullets after being alarmed by the noise in the wooden shed.

However, there were also their own people in the wooden shed, and they could not shoot. Otherwise, the light and heavy machine guns and synchronized rifles would have swept the entire wooden shed into ruins.

Now, they were just waiting for an order from the battalion commander to confirm the target and then shoot.

However, the target of the night suit with a samurai sword was clear.

"I have to say, Brother Fujiwara, your muscles are not in vain. Tsk tsk! Such a hard wood is just like a piece of paper in front of your muscles. Fortunately, I am not a female devil, otherwise I will love it." Tang Dao held the bayonet in reverse, strode out of the big hole opened by Fujiwara Zhanxiong, and teased Fujiwara Zhanxiong.

"Mr. Tang, you really disappoint me!" Fujiwara Zhanxiong had a blank expression on his face, but his eyes were shining, showing that his heart was not as calm as his face.

"You deliberately forced me out, but you just let these ordinary soldiers threaten my life with guns. Don't you dare to face me head-on? Even if you have such a strong helper."

"Haha! Brother Fujiwara, you are a bit hypocritical. I remember that you said that you would use everything you can to attack me. Why, it's my turn to use this trick to fight back?" Tang Dao shook his head and sighed. "Originally, I thought that you, Brother Fujiwara, were somewhat different from ordinary Japanese, but I overestimated you. It turns out that you are all the same. A bunch of inferior people!"

"When two tribes fight, they have their own positions.

From the perspective of your Chinese tribe, my island nation is an invader and a robber, but from the perspective of my Xiaohe nation, if we do not act at this time when the Chinese tribe is weak, my tribe will lose a rare opportunity in a thousand years, and my descendants will have to live in a corner of the East China Sea and suffer from earthquakes and volcanoes. For the sake of my Xiaohe descendants, this war is imperative.

Such a vast and fertile land can only be owned by the strong! Besides, there is a famous saying among the nobles: Heaven and earth are not kind and treat all things as straw dogs! The strong prey on the weak, but it is just the law of nature! I hope you, Mr. Tang, will stop arguing." Fujiwara Zhanxiong frowned slightly and retorted.

"What a law of the jungle, the bandit logic of you Japanese is really good!" Tang Dao sneered, the tone suddenly rose, and the metallic sound spread throughout the scene.

"Then I will answer you Japanese pirates on behalf of my 400 million Chinese soldiers and civilians. One day when our tribe rises again, even if I, Tang Dao, can't wait for this opportunity, then my descendants of the Tang family will definitely go on an expedition to the East China Sea and kill all the Japanese men who are taller than the wheels!"

"My Taoist sect will follow and kill all the demons in the world!" Mingxin, who was excited by Tang Dao's oath, raised his heavy sword, flicked his finger on the sword edge, and roared in a deep voice.

The sword rang, the people roared! The aura of the golden sword filled the whole place.

"Kill all the Japanese pirates!" The stimulated Chinese soldiers couldn't help but respond with a hoarse voice.

Countless rifles were held horizontally, and the soldiers cast their eyes on the crosshairs and put their fingers on the triggers. As soon as the military order was given, the Japanese masters who were just talking in the field would be shot into a sieve.

No matter how good the martial arts are, they are afraid of kitchen knives, let alone hundreds of guns?

Fujiwara Sen's face froze.

He could almost see how terrible the bloody storm would be on the battlefield when the Chinese man in front of him took power.

But at this time, he couldn't care less about what kind of cruel guy his Xiaohe tribe provoked. Seeing that Tang Dao had successfully aroused murderous intent in the hearts of the soldiers present, hundreds of people's eyes were full of murderous intent. If he didn't say anything, he might not have anything to do in the future. , Fujiwara Senzuo’s unhurried voice became a little more urgent:

"Tang Jun, wait a minute, do you really not care about the life of your subordinate who was kidnapped by me? Do you know that although his limbs were broken, except for scolding us, he did not utter a word of useful information, even if it was I know that you, Mr. Tang, actually came here in person, and you only found out through a trick."

"Japanese pirate, you die!" Veins popped up on the back of Mingxin's hand, she clenched the hilt of the sword, and her eyes once again showed a biting cold light.

There are not many people who can arouse Mingxin, a master of martial arts, to be full of murderous intentions, but the Japanese master in front of him is definitely one of them.

It's not that his methods are vicious, but that with this guy's skills, if he is not killed on the spot today, I don't know how many Chinese soldiers will be killed by him in the future.

"I can only give you another 30 seconds at most to give you a chance to convince me. Otherwise, even if you are the best master in the world, you will definitely not be able to leave this place alive." Tang Dao lowered his eyelids. He waved his hand gently to signal the soldier who had raised his gun not to shoot, and said in a low voice.

Otherwise, Tang Dao was really afraid that he would not be able to cover up his murderous intention to kill this person on the spot.

"I don't know if you can trust me, Mr. Tang. Even if your army of nearly ten thousand surrounded this place, with my skills and the few incompetent subordinates who acted as bait to attract your troops, my chance of successfully escaping during the day yesterday would have been over 100%. Ninety." Seeing Tang Dao retreat, Fujiwara Senzuo breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Tang Dao and said extremely seriously.

"I believe that the ninety percent you said is still conservative. If I hadn't personally led the crowd to track you, the possibility of your escape would have been almost one hundred percent." Tang Dao nodded without hesitation. "But I have to remind you, you only have 20 seconds left."

"The reason why I dare to come here is because I know Tang Jun how much you love and protect your subordinates. Otherwise, how could any of your subordinates be so loyal?" Fujiwara Senio didn't seem to take Tang Dao's threat to heart at all, Dan said. Dan smiled.

The more Tang Dao behaves like this, the more it proves that he cares. With Fujiwara Senxiong's keenness, how could he not sense how much Tang Dao wanted to kill him, but for the sake of his soldier who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, he actually suppressed his heart. Murderous intent, including using lowered eyelids to block the endless murderous intent in his eyes.

"I was able to hide for a whole day despite your nobles' dragnet-like mountain search operation. Naturally, I have a way to hide your subordinate, Mr. Tang, so that no one can find him." Fujiwara Senzuo added.

"Of course, Tang Jun, you can say to kill me, and then use the army to dig three feet into the ground to find him. But I regret to tell you that your limbs are broken and his mouth is blocked. It may take a day. It will be difficult to regain vitality.

What's more, there is an ant nest 8 feet away from where I hid you. For your safety, I sprinkled medicinal powder around it, but the powder will expire in about 24 hours. It has been 4 hours since I left. For about 20 hours, your loved one may experience severe pain from thousands of ants.

Of course, if Mr. Tang doesn't care, you can bet on the authenticity of what Zhan Xiong said, but I'm afraid, Mr. Tang, if you lose the bet, other subordinates will think bad things about Mr. Tang when they see the bones of their colleagues. You are so chilled! "

Ming Xin's mouth twitched sharply.

I couldn't help but re-evaluate the Japanese master in front of me. His personal skills were superb, and his calm and calm demeanor under such a heavy siege was nothing more than his deep scheming, which was even more impressive.

Although there was so much foreshadowing in front of him, it seemed like he was talking nonsense, but the few words he threw out after a lot of "nonsense" were like a knife drawn from a scabbard, hitting Tang Tuanzuo's vital point in one fell swoop.

If you don't speak to him and kill him directly, Xiao Wu sacrifices the blame for his lack of academic skills. He encounters a strong enemy and is unable to defeat him, so he dies on the battlefield.

But Tang Dao gave him a chance to speak, and then killed him. If he really found a pile of bones in the end, I am afraid that the special forces of the reconnaissance company would really feel resentment towards Tang Dao, even if they knew that this was Japan. People are vicious, not their superiors want them to be.

After all, dying in battle and being tortured by the enemy's tricks are two different concepts.

But if you are restrained because of this, especially when facing such a terrifying enemy, you are undoubtedly seeking the skin of a tiger.

Mingxin didn't know what Tang Dao would do.

"If you want me to believe you, yes, Fujiwara Battle, you must swear an oath based on family honor and the authenticity of your Emperor, Yang Wei." Tang Dao stared at Fujiwara Battle and said.

"What is the relationship between His Majesty the Emperor and Yang Wei?" Fujiwara Senzuo asked instinctively, but he reacted instantly, and a trace of greenness flashed across his face.

But in the end, I could only swallow the breath that Tang Dao was inexplicably sucking for me: "I swear on the honor of the Fujiwara family that your family still has 60% chance of survival before I leave. To prevent him from dying, I also gave him special medicine. As long as those little bugs don’t cross the line, he will never die within 24 hours!”

"Very good, thank you Brother Fujiwara for helping me confirm this rumor. I can only say that your circle is really a bit chaotic!" Tang Dao clapped his hands gently. "You can make your request, but you know, don't go too far. Just like your queen, you are determined not to have a football team. You still have to save face after all."

As if he was used to Tang Dao's poisonous mouth, Fujiwara Sen'ao ignored Tang Dao's words which were very hurtful and insulting, and replied calmly: "My request is very simple, I just want to meet Major General Yamamoto. This is what his family asked me to do."

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience fell silent!