Chapter 22: Major Yamashita
Gao Quan beheaded another little devil with one knife, and Wang Dazhu and Qian Sihuan on his left and right sides also killed a little devil each. The three of them lined up in a row, forming a mutually supportive combat team, charging forward and killing, and no devils could stop their advancing footsteps.
Killing and killing, the pressure around suddenly lightened, and when they looked up, they had already killed their way out of the group of little devils. Behind them, the cries of "Kill!" still shook the sky, and countless Chinese soldiers were still fighting desperately with the little devils. Gao Quan's eyes scanned the battlefield, and he saw that about twenty meters to the left, five or six devils had formed a cluster, with three people outside holding 38-style rifles, bayonets pointing outward, and behind them two devils holding command knives - they were obviously devil officers!
Gao Quan is now very interested in taking down the Japanese military officer. Seeing this scene, he didn't say a word and directly handed the knife in his hand to Wang Dazhu. Wang Dazhu took Gao Quan's knife in a daze, and for a moment, he was confused and didn't know what it meant for Gao Quan to hand him the knife during the battle.
Gao Quan's waist was tied with two turtle shell-shaped snuff boxes, he pulled out one and rubbed it on his thigh, then lifted his hand and lit a fire.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three shots rang out, and the three devils holding long guns with bayonets fell to the ground. At this distance, even if Gao Quan said he would hit his left eye, he would absolutely not miss the devil's right eye! After taking care of the three bodyguards outside with three shots, Gao Quan grabbed his own large knife and let out a loud shout: "Kill!", then strode forward in big steps towards the devil officer.
With a sudden movement, nothing to say, the two class leaders Wang Dazhu and Qian Sixi closely followed each other, charging towards those two devils, the twenty or so soldiers in the row shouted and followed behind the three.
Colonel Yamashita's heart sank in despair. When did the artillery regiment, once the darling of the Japanese army, become so miserable? Colonel Yamashita knew that countless reinforcements were definitely on their way now. As soon as the cannon fire stopped, the brigade commander would notice it. Just half an hour ago, after the terrifying explosion ended, the colonel sent a distress telegram to the brigade commander and made a rescue call. The brigade commander gave himself fifty minutes, and if he could hold on for fifty minutes, a large number of reinforcements would come to his rescue. However, these fifty minutes were so hard to bear. His elite artillery was almost completely lost in the initial explosion, and now the soldiers fighting against the Chinese were only a small number of guards and auxiliary logistics troops from the regiment. There were only a few hundred soldiers left, and they had also been consumed by now!
He pulled out the golden pocket watch and took a look, still 18 minutes before the agreed time with the branch captain! These infantry guys just don't know how to hurry up! Major Sakamoto gripped the Nagata-style new text tightly in his hand. This famous sword, covered with chrysanthemum petals-like fine patterns all over, was passed down from his ancestors in the Sengoku period. His brave and invincible ancestor was a relative of the Yagyu family, received the true transmission of the Yagyu family's swordsmanship, followed Lord Tokugawa on his southern and northern campaigns, and made military achievements, Lord Tokugawa personally bestowed this precious sword, which had always been the pride of his family. Who would have thought that this treasure he had always cherished would be used to kill enemies again today!
Three shots rang out, and the major was jolted awake from his wonderful memories. The three guards in front of him fell to the ground with the sound of the guns. His deputy officer didn't need to look to know that he was already trembling with fear at this moment.
Shimoda is a true samurai. He once received the real swordsmanship from his father, which was said to be from the Yagyu family, and at the age of 20, he had achieved the seventh dan in swordsmanship, which was rare even in the military where martial arts were valued. With his noble birth, Shimoda had reason to look down on all his subordinates and peers.
Facing the pouncing Ko, General Taishi's fighting spirit was boiling! He knew that today's battle had already gone terribly wrong and it was almost impossible to hold on until reinforcements arrived. However, General Taishi was not afraid; he was a warrior who wanted to maintain a warrior's dignity with his treasured sword! He would use his treasured sword to teach those ignorant Chinese people what a true Imperial warrior is like!
Gao Quan looked at the fierce and formidable ghost officer in front of him, he didn't have the slightest intention to compete with the other party for bravery, his two eyes were just wandering on the opponent's shoulders, guessing what kind of officer this guy was.
"Report your rank and name." Since it can't be confirmed, it's better to ask clearly in person. A high-level scout is not a waste of time, what English, Japanese, Russian can all respond fluently, an excellent scout is not just physically capable, the professional skills that need to be mastered are extremely complex, strictly speaking, all industries can be involved, and being able to make a scout like Gaoquan reach this level, absolutely elite in each field.
Suddenly hearing this familiar Tokyo accent, Yamashita Taisho was slightly stunned, but his good breeding still allowed him to respond quickly: "I am Yamashita Isamu, commander of the 58th Brigade of the Imperial Japanese Army. You Chinese, who are you?" Out of respect for his opponent, the general replied with what he considered to be his most polite language.
"You little devil, your grandfather is a Chinese soldier! Remember your grandfather's name, I'm Gao Quan. When you arrive at the underworld, don't forget to tell King Yan that it was I who sent you there!"
Contrary to the colonel's expectations, the Chinese soldier who looked very elegant in front of him suddenly cursed at him and before the colonel could get angry, the Chinese soldier had already launched an attack!
Gao Quan's face darkened as soon as he heard the little devil call himself a Zhina person, and the joy of hearing that the guy was a major general was instantly swept away, leaving only a belly full of anger!
"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The two men's knives shot out sparks of passion, their knife techniques fully open and combined. General Yamashita's knife technique was sharp and venomous, but after several rounds, the two were actually evenly matched!
Yamashita Yutaka's eyes were bloodshot and he was panting like a cow. After all, he wasn't one of the true warriors of the Yagyu family, but rather an active-duty military officer in the Japanese army. He couldn't possibly be a true martial artist or sword master - it was all just his own self-delusion.
Gao Quan was getting a bit impatient. The scout was skilled, but not a martial artist. He had fought with people before, but not in this life-or-death moment on the battlefield. In this situation, he should have quickly knocked his opponent down instead of competing with him in martial arts!
After another move, Gao Quan completely lost his patience. The two of them went all out with a knife, and as usual, after the collision of their powers, one side would definitely retreat. They each retreated several steps, like two bulls, before charging forward again to collide and kill each other.
Yamashita Yūdai took five or six steps back, barely managing to stop himself. When he looked up again, his vision blurred and a dazzling light flashed before his eyes, followed by a sharp pain in his chest! Yamashita was shocked, unsure of how he had been hit. He forced himself to look down, but his strength vanished like air escaping from a punctured balloon.
