Forty-Eight

  It has come to this point, if we don't determine a winner or loser, and not kill off all of the opposing side's people, it will be very difficult to extricate ourselves from this battle!

  This time was different from the last time when Yan Wei led his troops to rescue Fu Daojun's unit. Yan Wei could still maintain a calm demeanor as a commander and observe the bloody battlefield with a sense of detachment. But not this time. Firstly, it was now a matter of several hundred Communist soldiers, including Fu Daojun, risking their lives to save their former sworn enemies! Secondly, Yan Wei had an overwhelming urge to kill! Not by shooting, which couldn't vent his unnamable sorrow. He wanted to rip open the belly of every Japanese soldier in his sight, pull out their intestines and wrap them around his arm a few times. Then, with a swift motion, he would yank out their internal organs and fling them to the ground with a loud "slap!"

  Yan Wei personally bent down to pick up a Type 38 rifle still tightly held in the hand of a Japanese soldier's corpse, aimed at a Japanese soldier who was fighting with a Communist soldier, and swung his neck to the right. With a "hiss" sound, the Japanese soldier hadn't fallen to the ground yet, but his head had already drooped down towards the wound, it seemed that the force was so strong that it had broken his cervical vertebrae!

  As early as when he enlisted in the Northeast Army, Yan Wei had practiced bayonet fighting with this rifle under the leadership of old soldiers in the army. But later, Yan Wei's official position became more and more important! Moreover, his elite 17th Army, which was equipped with excellent German-made equipment, never attached importance to hand-to-hand combat with cold weapons from ancient times! However, three Japanese soldiers who died instantly at Yan Wei's hands had two of them killed by having their throats cut off! It can be seen that Yan Wei is not only an excellent commander but also a born killer!

  Although the battle has been going on until now, Yan Wei and Wu Han's troops have already suffered heavy casualties and there are not many people left under their command! However, Japanese military officers below the rank of lieutenant were not equipped with handguns. As a result, the twenty or so short guns in this bloody battlefield played an absolute advantage! Basically, one shot was equivalent to one less Japanese soldier participating in the battle!

  After several rounds, the overall situation on the entire battlefield has undergone a tremendous reversal! With another round of ghostly howls, every Chinese soldier on this battlefield suddenly realized that the Japanese soldiers they were facing were now surrounded by two Japanese lieutenant colonels among several company commanders and sergeants!

  Yan Wei and Binasaki Hiro, these two have been competing for thirteen days, constantly admiring and respecting each other as rivals, finally saw each other's face clearly under the moonlight!

  "I want to know who the highest commander of your country's troops is in charge of this transportation operation! As a salute to a soldier's honor! I hope you can tell me!" Hama-saki Hiro-matsu used all his strength, distorting that face which had been subjected to great blows, and searched the crowd with wolf-like eyes.

  When we take advantage of a situation, we become the "sick men of East Asia", an inferior nation in others' eyes! Now we've become a "great country"!

  Wu Hanhua waved his arm, and one of his Japanese-speaking agents immediately stepped forward to loudly translate for the several high-ranking KMT and Communist officials who had already gathered together. Fortunately, this Japanese-speaking brother hadn't fallen yet.

  After listening, Wu Hanhua lowered his head and sneered, glancing at Fu Daojun and Wang Zhengwei who were already covered in blood from head to toe, then fixed his gaze on Yan Wei's expressionless face and smiled: "Shengquan, it seems they're looking for you! They must be dissatisfied and want to challenge you one-on-one!"

  Yan Wei lowered his head and calmed down for a moment, then threw the rifle in his hand, which was almost impossible to hold due to the constantly flowing enemy blood, to a nearby PLA soldier. He adjusted his National Army colonel uniform jacket, which had almost lost its original color, and looked at Hitomi Shimatani with a calm expression as she walked up to him.

  Yan Wei's actions, however, really scared all the soldiers under Yan Wei. Seeing Yan Wei facing several Wu Chang and Jun Cao of the opponent, with a shining dagger tightly grasped in his hand, they immediately rushed forward to protect Yan Wei as if they were facing a great enemy.

  The others were the same, several sergeants and corporals immediately held rifles to protect Hamao Shimizu and Rie Miura, two high-ranking officers. Only... only looking at the hundreds of comrades who had just been shouting and full of confidence, thinking that they could conquer the entire universe with them, now piled up in front of them, each with their hands holding rifles trembling, their eyes wandering aimlessly, terrified, and had already lost the usual imperial army's spirit.

  Yan Wei calmly stretched out his arms to both sides, and the soldiers guarding him retreated. Hama-saki Hiro also gave an order, instructing the few remaining soldiers to retreat!

  Yan Wei has become numb from killing so many people! He no longer thinks his own life is precious!

  His lover is gone!

  And Hanzawa Hiroshi did this, not just to defend the dignity of the Imperial Army! In fact, from the moment he saw that damned plane take away all his honor and hope with his own eyes, he knew what fate had in store for him! He was no longer afraid of death!

  His mission is over!

  Yan Wei continued to move forward, stopping at a distance where he could almost punch Hamao's face. He still looked calmly into the eyes of his opponent, whom he genuinely admired. There was no hint of triumph in his expression.

  Because his loved one is gone!

  For this wild game of politicians! Everyone has already paid too much pain! It's almost unbearable!

  While Hamazaki Hiro looked at the calm and collected face of the winner, he immediately understood why he had lost!

  Hamasaki Hiroshi is impressed! An opponent like this makes one feel neither intimidated nor fearful, an opponent like this makes one feel neither resentful nor hateful! An opponent like this doesn't even make one feel wronged or bitter! Nor does it make one feel disgusted!

  An opponent like this... This isn't even an opponent! This guy is a devil!

  Yan Wei faced Hamao Nishimura and gave a standard military salute, then solemnly looked at Hamao Nishimura and said: "I am Yan Wei, Colonel and Commander of the Guard Regiment of the 32nd Army Group of the Chinese National Revolutionary Army."

  After listening to Wu Han's accurate Japanese translation, Hamazaki Hiroshi alternately pulled up his white gloves with both hands, straightened his military cap, and suddenly pulled down his uniform jacket. His right hand flew accurately to the position of his temple, returning a standard Japanese military salute to this respectable opponent.

  The two of them stared at each other for a long time, wondering what the other was thinking. Go back in time and ask them yourself!

  "I'll have to kill you with my own hands, and it's going to be a particularly miserable death! Because the person I love just died!" Yan Wei still looked calmly at Hamasaki Hiroto, speaking slowly and clearly, one word at a time.

  After Wu Hanhuai's subordinates finished translating, before he could even turn around, the remaining Japanese soldiers in the warehouse, including Mikanori, were suddenly overcome with extreme fear and froze, unable to make any movements. The two special agents following Yan Wei, using their lightning-fast skills that no one could see clearly in the dark of night, swiftly moved behind Shimizu Hiroto and, at a speed that challenged the physiological limits of human vision, killed all five Japanese soldiers, including Mikanori, with short knives, stopping their hearts from beating for the last time in this foreign land.

  At this moment, not only the soldiers under Fu Daojun and Yan Wei's command were stunned, but even Yan Wei himself was looking back at the two men who had taken action, Wu Hanhui's special agents, who had retreated as quickly as lightning after succeeding. Then he turned his head, still with a look of surprise on his face, and looked at Binasaki Hiroshi, who raised his right arm, stretched out a finger, pointed at the two military unification ultimate killing machines behind him, and smiled: "Look at them, are you afraid?"

  Wu Han's subordinate soldier was still doing his translation work conscientiously at this moment.

  Hamasaki Hiroshi looked at Yan Wei with his deep eyes and slowly shook his head: "Not afraid, but very admiring of your excellent soldier's exquisite skills! I have no regrets about losing this duel between us! Please respect our respective military ranks, let me take my own life, and return to my hometown!"

  Yan Wei turned around and stretched out his hand towards one of his soldiers who always carried a short knife: "Knife."

  After grasping the knife, he turned around and looked at Hama-saki Hiro-matsu with a serious expression: "That's not going to work, I love my lover too much! You, your luck is too bad!" As soon as he finished speaking, his left hand moved like lightning, and his eagle-like claws grasped Hama-saki Hiro-matsu's neck. His right arm rose, the knife fell, and with a "pu" sound, it was fiercely inserted into Hama-saki Hiro-matsu's right eyeball! In an instant, the powerful force penetrated through the blade, already soaked in blood, piercing through the back of the brain, revealing half an inch of the knife tip. Under the gloomy moonlight, it dripped with blood, demonstrating its sharpness and dominance!

  Yan Wei still clutched the lifeless neck of Binasaki Hiro with his left hand, while his right hand forcefully twisted the knife handle. In an instant, accompanied by the terrifying "sizzling" sound, a burst of fresh blood splattered onto Yan Wei's face!

  Just a moment ago, the soldiers who were still taking lives with blood and flesh flying everywhere, except for Wu Han's professional killing machines, all subconsciously clenched their fists to counteract the sudden surge of adrenaline and the terrifying stimulation that came with it!

  Yan Wei's left hand, still gripping Hanzawa Hiroshi's neck, slowly pushed back while his right hand, making a "hiss" sound, slowly pulled out the short knife from Hanzawa Hiroshi's right eye socket. Using two fingers to hold the hilt, he handed the knife over to one of his soldiers behind him. At the same time, he slowly withdrew the force that had been penetrating his left arm. As Yan Wei's five fingers on his left hand slowly relaxed, Hanzawa Hiroshi instantly collapsed to the ground.

  China's land! ?

  Yan Wei slowly walked up to Fu Daojun and Wang Zhengwei, still calm, saying: "Brother Fu, Commissar Wang, great kindness doesn't need thanks, hurry up and order the troops to retreat. Still those words, the lost captured equipment I and Old Wu will take responsibility for! The deceased Communist brothers, all anti-Japanese warriors of the Party and State, forever remembered in mourning! Unforgettable until death!"