Chapter 143: Capturing Katsura Taro

Kill, the two armies finally entangled with each other, and neither side had any way to retreat.

Ding Ding...!

There were one or two gunshots from time to time.

The most brutal hand-to-hand combat took place. On the battlefield, there were soldiers fighting everywhere. The two sides were intertwined. As long as they saw people in different uniforms, they would casually cut them with a knife.

Limbs flew, blood and flesh splashed, and there were shouts, screams, and hisses.

Who is the hero in the world today? The soldiers of China and Japan will decide who is better today.

Unfortunately, the Chinese army, which has had the upper hand since the beginning of the war, suffered few losses, while the Japanese, who had been in a position of being beaten, suffered heavy losses, so this was an asymmetric hand-to-hand combat.

Chinese soldiers either surrounded a Japanese in pairs, or several people killed a Japanese together, killing the Japanese and making them retreat again and again, and soldiers kept falling down.

On the battlefield, there is no distinction between meanness and nobility, only life and death.

Ma Yumen led his remaining troops and rushed to the place where the Japanese gathered with a ferocious face. He felt guilty. Although it was a military order, it now proved that Ma Jinxu's plan was correct, and even the people of the Renzi Army would forgive him afterwards.

However, he could not forgive himself. He could not help but recall the situation in which the soldiers of the Renzi Army were ravaged by the Japanese iron hoofs not long ago.

Kill, kill, I want to kill all the Japanese and avenge my dead brothers.

Although Xu Bangdao was old and weak, he also rode his white horse and led the guards to join the battlefield. Fortunately, the Chinese army had the upper hand, otherwise his sick old bones would really not be able to bear it.

Jiang Xiyi hid behind the guards and fired cold shots repeatedly, which made the Japanese scream and curse inwardly.

Nie Guilin, this person was not seen on the battlefield, he should still be enjoying the scenery on the mountain peak.

The most ferocious was Zhang Zuolin's horse camp. Zhang Zuolin was skilled in archery and horsemanship, and his men and horses were also well trained. At this time, on the battlefield, they played an all-round role. When they saw their own soldiers at a disadvantage, they would rush up and strangle them for a while. When they saw their own soldiers had the upper hand, they would also rush up to help solve the problem as soon as possible.

Both sides were blood-thirsty. Whether they were generals or ordinary soldiers, they fought together with reckless roars.

Seeing this, Wei Jichen could no longer hold back. He led more than a hundred elite soldiers of his personal guard team and began to charge around. Wherever he passed, there were broken limbs and arms.

Wherever the battle was fierce, he rushed there, and never let the Japanese form an effective counterattack.

The two big swords in Wei Jichen's hands flew up and down, and countless Japanese heads fell. He didn't know how long he had been killing, but he knew to keep moving forward. Killing one person was a sin, killing ten thousand people was a hero, and killing nine million was a hero among heroes.

"Old Cheng, monk, brothers who left first, did you see that I, Wei Jichen, have revenged you today?" Wei Jichen raised his head and roared, causing the surrounding Japanese to flee in panic. Wei Jichen was like a killing god at this moment.

A familiar face seemed to appear in the sky, smiling at Wei Jichen below. In a trance, Wei Jichen seemed to have returned to the night when he fled in panic, the night when only one out of ten Weizi soldiers survived.

Wei Jichen no longer had his own people in his eyes. The only ones left were the Japanese in Japanese military uniforms. After the roar, Wei Jichen became even more fierce, speeding up the speed of killing. Sometimes, in order not to waste time, he even chopped off two heads with one knife.

Wei Jichen, with bloodshot eyes, led his own guards, in the midst of the Japanese's fear and the stunned Chinese army, like an unstoppable torrent, rolling forward, and soon disappeared in the eyes of those who just passed by.

Kill, kill, kill!

Wei Jichen didn't know how long he had been killing, nor how many people he had killed. In short, even his strong body was a little tired of killing.

There was no soldier standing in front of him wearing Japanese military uniforms, and Wei Jichen was a little confused.

"Brother, brother!"

An anxious shout pulled Wei Jichen's soul back to his body.

He looked in the direction of the voice, but saw Nie Cairong leading a team of soldiers rushing towards him. Looking back, he found that he had returned to the entrance of the valley from the exit of the valley without realizing it.

The sky was filled with heavy snow like goose feathers, which contrasted with the red earth, and seemed to be mocking the two warring parties.

In the flying snowflakes, Nie Cairong was like a little elf on the battlefield, moving and charming, which made Wei Jichen's bloodthirsty brain surge with tenderness.

Gently wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Wei Jichen relaxed his whole body. Let the past go. At least he has avenged them now. I believe that Lao Cheng and the others will rest in peace if they have spirits in heaven.

"Cai Rong, follow your brother to kill three more times?" Wei Jichen regained his heroic look of avenging his enemies.

Nie Cairong rode closer, raised his hand, pointed to the valley, smiled and said, "Brother, there is no one for you to kill anymore."

"Really?" Wei Jichen turned his horse around and saw that all the members of his personal guard team were injured, but it was difficult to cover up the strong and bloody aura on them.

Looking into the valley again, the entrance was full of corpses, mostly Japanese, and those standing crookedly were all Chinese soldiers.

What made Wei Jichen laugh and cry was that he actually saw several cooks holding a carrying pole and panting.

In the valley, the sound of gunfire had gradually become sparse, and only one or two sounds of swords and knives intersecting were heard occasionally.

Is the battle over like this? Wei Jichen was a little confused.

Nie Cairong turned over and dismounted, proudly holding her head high and saying: "Brother, don't be stunned. Our Wei army is guarding the entrance to the valley, but we didn't let even one Japanese out. I, Nie Cairong, killed more than 20 Japanese today! If I didn't need to command the soldiers, I would definitely be able to kill more."

"Really?" Wei Jichen smiled and jumped down, then said: "I didn't expect that our sissy Nie Yingguan would kill people without blinking an eye."

My lady, there is more to this chapter^.^,

Nie Cairong rolled her eyes at Wei Jichen, Brother Wei just likes to make fun of me in front of the soldiers, she thought angrily in her heart.

"Let's go, let's clean up the battlefield, Huaiqing, you take people and give the Japanese corpses a knife." Wei Jichen smiled a little coldly.

"Yes, sir!" Wang Huaiqing took the order without hesitation and led more than 50 personal soldiers to disperse to various parts of the battlefield.

"Where are Wang Shizhen and the others?" Wei Jichen asked curiously.

Nie Cairong wrinkled her nose and whispered, "Wang Shizhen led his artillery battalion to join the rescue."

Nie Cairong was soft-hearted and couldn't stand the injured soldiers.

"By the way, brother, why is your loudspeaker so powerful? The sound was amplified dozens of times after it came out of it. Those soldiers who didn't know the reason thought that you were the reincarnation of a god." Nie Cairong raised his hand excitedly and continued, "Brother, lend me your loudspeaker someday. It's fun."

Wei Jichen almost choked to death on his own saliva. He couldn't catch his breath and coughed several times. He glanced at Nie Cairong lightly and saw that the little girl had no strange expression on her face and looked innocent.

He couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

"Well, if I have time, I'll lend it to you for research." Wei Jichen replied seriously.

"Sir, we caught a big fish." While Wei Jichen was thinking about it, Wang Huaiqing shouted excitedly from a distance.

"We caught a big fish." Wei Jichen quickened his pace in surprise.

Not long after, Wei Jichen saw Mengzi and several others gathered together, facing inside, and Wang Huaiqing waved to him with joy.

"Sir, you are here." When the soldiers saw Wei Jichen coming, they all saluted and made way for him.

"No way, isn't this Katsura Taro?" When everyone moved away, Wei Jichen finally saw clearly that there was still a person kneeling inside. This person was Katsura Taro who he saw through the telescope.

He was still alive?

Katsura Taro knelt on the ground, mumbling something that Wei Jichen couldn't understand.

"What is he saying?" Wei Jichen looked at Mengzi, and a member of the fire brigade beside Mengzi quickly replied: "He kept saying 'disembowelment, suicide'"

The fire brigade member had learned Japanese with Matsuda Noto, so he could still understand simple words.

"Sir, he is not really Katsura Taro, the commander of the Japanese 3rd Division?" Mengzi asked Wei Jichen with some disbelief.

Because although Katsura Taro was wearing the uniform of a Japanese lieutenant general, Mengzi could hardly believe that this crazy old man was Katsura Taro.