The setting sun is like blood, and the flames are like blood!

People's sorrow came from the wind, and the earth exuded the smell of blood and smoke. The buildings that once supported the pride and pride of the Japanese have now become bare brackets. They are skinny and the dark black metal support frame exposed outside brings out a kind of hell-like depression and heaviness on earth. ｛Book.Book.Book.Book.Book.Book.Book.Book.Back.Back.Show! As a strong wind swept through, the "squeak" sounds made in these buildings, which scared all the listeners.

Zhao Junran stood on the main road in the city of Nagoya. At his feet, there were corpses that were almost stacked into a hill. Among them, there were at least fifty Japanese Self-Defense Force soldiers who died under his bayonet.

Zhao Jun raised the automatic rifle in his hand and pointed it at all the enemies in front of him. On the military spear on the automatic rifle, there were still bright red blood flowing drop by drop.

At this time, Zhao Jun had no comrade, no brother, nor a partner who could allow him to fight side by side. In front of him were enemies that could be seen at first sight, sharp bayonets shining with blood-colored cold light, and ferocious screams, but they could not hide their fear!

"My hands are trembling, and my legs are almost unable to support my body."

Zhao Jun's body was full of wounds left by bayonets. His body was like a sieve. Blood had accumulated into a small pool under his feet. The dizziness caused by severe ischemia hit Feiku's hand and hit Zhao Jun. Now he felt like he was standing naked in an ice warehouse that drove its power to the maximum. Even if a gentle breeze blew over, he couldn't help but shivered.

I really want to close my eyes. It is already the greatest torture in the world. I really want to lie down and stretch my body to slowly relax my spirit that has been tense to the limit. This will be the sweetest and darkest enjoyment in life. Even if I can't wake up from now on, it will make people willingly sink into it.

But... he still has a wish!

"You bunch of gangsters, don't you want to pass here? Don't you want to use your elder brother's neck to exchange for your promotion and wealth?"

Zhao Jun suddenly smashed the butt of the automatic rifle to the ground, and shouted wildly: "If you want to chase after my brother, you have to step over my body first!"

Thousands of Japanese soldiers stared at the man guarding the main road in a daze. They couldn't count how many times this man was hit.

Twenty-stop, thirty-stop, or forty-stop?

He should have fallen long ago. He should have died under the sword!! He should have closed his eyes that were so weird and terrible red!!! But why can he still stand here? Why do he still have such terrible fighting spirit and pressure on him?!!!

Zhao Jun used his already scarred body, his gun and his knife, and his desperate and fighting spirit to tightly clamp down the intersection of the main road. The aura of being a man who is in danger of being unable to open his arms, the murderous aura of being like a mad tiger in close combat, the tragic tragedy of sacrificing generation and benevolence, which made him almost the most terrifying war fortress in the minds of all Japanese soldiers that could never be captured!

Dozens of bayonets were aimed at Zhao Jun, but facing the Chinese soldiers who were slightly raised on the corner of their lips, they could still show a faint smile. Dozens of hands holding bayonets were trembling slightly.

"What are we afraid of?! What are we afraid of? He can't even stand firmly, and he can't even hold the rifle in his hand. Why are we afraid of a guy who is destined to be dead? Why are we standing in front of him stupidly in a daze?!"

A Japanese Self-Defense Force captain stopped him in front of him with a trembling soldier. He held up the bayonet in his hand and suddenly let out a hysterical roar, "When it comes to bayonet fighting skills, we Japanese are unparalleled in the world! Why should Chinese people like you show off their power in front of us? Go and die!!!"

"puff……"

Zhao Jun no longer had the strength to block the opponent's bayonet, nor did he have the strength to dodge this fatal blow. He could only watch the enemy's bayonet poured into his chest.

Looking at the bayonet that was buried in his body, Zhao Jun actually smiled, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore. The bayonet stabbed into my body, and I didn't feel any pain at all. Because I was hit by the knife too many times today, my nerves were numb, or because I was almost dead, this body no longer belonged to me?!"

The captain of the Japanese Self-Defense Force stared at the Chinese man in front of him. He could hear the terrible sound of the bayonet stuck in his ribs. The moment he penetrated the bayonet into Zhao Jun's chest, the bayonet in Zhao Jun's hand also bounced up like a viper. He hit the other party as well.

"Maybe you Japanese are unparalleled in the world in bayonet skills, but I tell you, the hard work of our Chinese soldiers is also... unparalleled in the world! Get up for me!!!"

At this time, all the Japanese Self-Defense Force soldiers were shocked, scared, and scared!

Even if he was covered in scars in front of him, he would not be able to stand there even without any attack. He would probably not be able to hold on for long. The Chinese soldiers used their life to fight for their lives and killed Captain Takahashi, who had the fourth section of the black belt of Karate and the six swordsmanship, with one sword, and even used a bayonet to lift Captain Takahashi's body weighing 75 kilograms.

How could there be such explosive power in his body?

"I haven't fallen yet. I have the strength. I can still command my body. I can... fight again!" Zhao Jun pointed to the group of Japanese Self-Defense Force soldiers in front of him, and tried his best to make the craziest roar deep in his heart: "I have sworn in my heart that I, Zhao Jun, have to work hard to become the strongest shield in my eldest brother's hand in my life. Now it's time for me to do my best and to do all my strength to fulfill this vow. Unless my shield is broken, no one can pass through here!"

No one could understand what Zhao Jun was calling, but all the Japanese Self-Defense Force soldiers could feel the increasingly powerful murderous aura and fighting spirit of Zhao Jun. Everyone was staring at him blankly, and everyone was holding the weapons in their hands, but no one dared to go forward to challenge.

It took fifteen minutes before they finally discovered that this terrible enemy, this respectable enemy, the enemy who couldn't help but tremble all over their bodies, the enemy who glared and held the bayonet in their hands and maintained the most fierce fighting posture, had... died!

Thousands of professional soldiers were dragged to death by a proud corpse for fifteen minutes.

There are two heroes who are still standing on the battlefield until death, and they are Chen Shengyang and Xie Ping!

"Brother, please go back and save them. If we don't support them, it will happen!" Cheng Yuanxia burst into tears: "I know their thoughts, I understand their mood. Even if they fight to the last soldier, even if they shed the last drop of blood in their bodies, they will never take a step back! Because I think so too, because we are all willing to live for the eldest brother and die for the eldest brother. It is the sword in your hand and the shield in your hand!!!"

I gritted my teeth and slapped Cheng Yuanxia two or three meters away. I pointed at my youngest sworn brother and screamed: "Remember, we are soldiers! We are Chinese soldiers! The object of your loyalty is not me, Fu Yinxue, but our motherland!!! We are all swords and shields in the hands of the motherland. For the needs of the motherland, we must be prepared to face death. If you do not have such awareness, you are not worthy of becoming a qualified Chinese soldier!!!"

"As long as you enter the battlefield of fighting for the motherland, whether it is mine or your life, it no longer belongs to yourself, but to the entire battlefield and our entire China. Do you understand clearly?!!!"

I looked at the enemy who was swarming up and suddenly let out a wild wolf-like howl: "Brothers, get the bayonet!"

"Swish!"

More than 300 bayonets were raised together. I glanced at Qi Xiaoxia and Gu Liemu behind me, then looked at the thirty-six Blood Leg Guard members, and said in a deep voice: "You are not Chinese soldiers, you don't want to do it and you have no obligation to accompany me to face this life-threatening war. If you choose to leave now, I will never have any complaints!"

Qi Xiaoxia shook her head fiercely, "No, I am your bodyguard! As a qualified mercenary, the first rule we must abide by is to never leave and share life and death!"

Gulim smiled and said, "I believe that following you can face the most valuable and unpredictable challenges in life, so that I can be willing to become your thug and younger brother. Now the biggest challenge, the climax that can make me excited the most, has come, but you want me to leave the stage halfway, isn't it too unkind?"

Yan Jun, the captain of the Blood Wolf Guard, said calmly: "If there is no Ao Huang, no Qi Xiaoxia, no Zhao Yonggang, what is the meaning of the existence of our Blood Wolf Guard? Who is qualified to lead our Shura Legion to restore the country? And... it is these Japanese who captured our homeland and slaughtered our brothers and sisters. It is our choice to not fight in the face of the enemy, which will be the greatest shame for us as warriors!"

Now that things have come to this point, I don’t need to say anything more, and I really don’t know what to say. I just nodded hard and suddenly let out a long howl: “Let these bastards see what soldiers are, what unyielding qi and blood are, what are the craziest and most powerful war machines! Kill them!!!”
Chapter completed!