Speaking of which, this was the first raid of the Independent Company. The two hundred people in the company were full of energy, that was, they had to do a beautiful battle, so that they could see why the brothers were called Independent Company.

The soldiers of the Independent Company who had arrived under the cliffs were all good at climbing, but in order to move faster, they still used flying claws. The soldiers who were pulling the ropes were like flying apes with wings. The flexibility was really amazing.

Soon, he had already gone up a column. The leader was naturally the first column led by Baal. No matter at any time, Baal always asked to be the first person to charge ahead. If anyone robbed him, he would definitely be fisted by his old fist. The columns of Baal who had just climbed up each occupied the powerful terrain and lurked down. Before the actual situation was determined, Baal would not be so eager to achieve success. After all, he was an excellent hunter and an excellent soldier. At any time, he required himself to have an absolutely calm and peaceful heart.

After a column behind came up, Baal was no longer idle. He learned to call the insects and led the crowd forward. The cliff was on the right side of the outpost, and unlike the bunkers directly in front of the passage, there was only a few barbed wire mesh here. These things could not do anything to the vise. After clearing out some gaps, the people from the first column slipped in as if boneless.

After Liu Quan got it, all the people from the First Column had entered. Old Man Liu couldn't help but cursed in his heart: "Bal is so anxious." He cursed in his heart, but Liu Quan knew what it means to be a soldier and speed. In this formation, he quickly called the people from the Second and Third Columns to surround the flanks, while the Fourth Column stayed in the rear and was ready for battle. There was only a small team of Japanese devils, but Liu Quan would not let go of his vigilance. He just wanted to show the momentum of a tiger fighting rabbit and wiped out the Japanese devils in one fell swoop.

Before the vigilant dogs could bark a few times, they were already killed by the darts in the soldiers' hands. The dirty dog ​​blood slowly flowed out. The abruptly barking of dogs seemed so terrifying in such a quiet night. However, this was the darkest period before dawn. Most of the Japanese were lying in the warm bed. Although some of the people who were waiting for the eyelids of fighting up and down, they would not pay attention to what the sudden stops of dog barking were. After all, their little energy was placed on paying attention to the situation ahead. Who would know their flanks? This place they thought was the safest place they usually felt touched.

This time, it was a unilateral massacre recognized by the soldiers of the Independent Company. In addition to Garland, everyone was equipped with a biting machete with a cold and sharp machete. I don’t know how many times the blade was polished to spit out a faint white light in the dark. It was a fierce light and a murderous thought.

Bali's sharp eyes as sharp as a falcon seemed to shoot evil light. Whenever he thought of the Japanese soldiers, he would think of the patriarch who was burned to death by the fire. Every time he recalled his heart, his heart would drip blood, and whenever his heart was dripping blood, tears would not flow out, and only the boundless thought of killing could flow out.

Licking the sharp white shaking blade, Bali rushed forward with a quick step, holding the machete in both hands, and chopping the head of the Japanese sentry with his back to him. The soft whimper of the sword shaking through the air woke the sentry, but the speed of the knife was no longer something he could dodge. It was like cutting a piece of soft water without any stagnation, like cutting a white radish, the sentry's life bloomed with a dazzling blood flower at the end.

Baal's movements were very coherent. After raising his sword, he immediately fell to the ground and caught the body of the sentry that was falling to the ground. Except for the slight sound of the sentry's objects leaving the torso and smashed to the ground, there was no other unnecessary sound. Baal was the first to take action, and of course it would not be the only one to take action. The other four sentries were also knocked down by other independent company soldiers.

This is a stabbing in the back without any suspense. As a soldier, Baal doesn't think there is anything shameful about their behavior. An excellent soldier is able to kill the enemy and survive by himself. Whoever can do this better is a better soldier. Of course, for these sentries who have died and don't know what happened, Baal can only say "I deserve it" coldly. Although it is wronged, they are also responsible for themselves. How could he lose his life if he doesn't invade our place?

The blood-stained knife seemed to add a bit of domineering and murderous aura. With the whimpering cold wind, it seemed to be celebrating and crying in the boundless darkness. If anyone is powerful, I will still be the machete.

Bali made a gesture and sent more than a dozen people to touch the Japanese bunker. The Japanese there were also destined to be black-killed. Then he led the remaining brothers from the first column to touch a row of temporary tent camps. The soldiers like spirit cats didn't make any noise, and even their steps seemed to be stepping on cotton.

After everyone was ready for the battle position, Bali raised his right hand high and then made a fierce slash. The soldiers suddenly cut open the tent with lightning speed and rushed up. The wide and thick cloth could not be easily cut open. Some soldiers could only throw a few more knifes. The coarse cloth made a harsh squeak when it was cut, but the Japanese inside suddenly heard a sudden sound.

As soon as the Japanese shouted, the soldiers of the First Column had already rushed in, and Baal, who rushed in from the entrance of the tent, had already placed a Japanese soldier guarding the exit in this moment, and then rushed towards the target closest to him.

Papa, a Japanese soldier fired a gun quickly. The Independent Company soldier who rushed over from him fell under the gun's gun. However, he had not been proud of him for a long time. A soldier from the Independent Company next to him had already cut down his hand holding the rifle with a fierce knife, and then stabbed him hard into his chest with another knife. After stabbing in, the knife suddenly cut a huge hole. The blood came out from the end like a spring. He had not breathed a few breaths before he was already retribution.

The other Japanese were not as lucky as this Japanese. They were only able to end up with a few words of horror, and they were completely put to an end with the world by Xueliang's big sword. In less than a minute, the entire tent camp was piled with corpses of about 60 people, including an independent soldier.

Bali wiped the blood from the big sword on the Japanese corpse. He had heard the gunshots, and soon he walked to the fallen warrior. Although he couldn't see clearly at night, Bali still stroked the brother's eyes and closed. He knew that the brother would die with his eyes open because he had not seen these Japanese corpses completely driven out of China's land.

He looked at the other Japanese soldiers who were all over the place. These Japanese soldiers were really unable to sleep. They were all dressed neatly. Some Japanese soldiers who were sleeping heavily still died with rifles in their arms. At this time, Baal couldn't help but shivering. If he had let him know that the Japanese soldiers were sleeping with rifles before rushing out, he would not have let the soldiers rush in from all around to cut the tents. Fortunately, they were all outstanding soldiers. If they were half slow and the Japanese soldiers holding guns were slowed down, then it might not be the Japanese soldiers who fell down, but the Japanese soldiers who were waving their swords. As he thought about it, Baal felt that his back was cold.

The Japanese soldier was cruel enough. Bali couldn't help but have a higher understanding of the Japanese soldiers. Next time, he would never let himself be so reckless again. He would get a bundle of grenades and fry the Japanese into meat sauce. Bali, who gritted his teeth, stared at the corpse of the Japanese soldiers. If these Japanese soldiers had not lost consciousness, after learning about Bali's vicious thoughts, they would probably have frightened them to escape.

"Move it quickly, pull out all the supplies for guns, ammunition, medicines, food, etc., and you won't let it fall. Search it carefully." Bali left the sword behind and shouted loudly. The outpost happened to have a batch of supplies to be transferred, so everyone had to carry a large grain bag in his left hand and an ammunition box in his right hand, and then hold a bag of small objects scraped off the Japanese in his mouth to use it.

After packing the last big package and hanging it on the arm of a soldier who had too many things hanging all over his body, Bali then patted and yelled proudly: "Get out!"
Chapter completed!