Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 828

Chapter 828: Run as fast as you come!

“Sir!” Leng Feng, who was closest to Tang Dao, hissed.

Leng Feng had the intention to throw the bayonet in his hand to rescue Tang Dao, but the Suiyue Liu master opposite him slashed at him with a sword. The instinct of a warrior made him hold up the sword to block it.

Leng Feng missed the only opportunity to save his commander.

In such a flash of lightning, the sword light struck Tang Dao, who seemed to be staggering and dizzy.

“Kaiichi, retreat.” Unlike Leng Feng, Fujiwara Senzuo, who was also spinning his head in a daze, changed his expression and roared loudly to remind his subordinates.

The reason is very simple. He has regarded Tang Dao as an opponent of the same level. The collision of their heads caused both of them to suffer heavy injuries, but he could still maintain the balance of his body. Why should Tang Dao be so miserable? ?

Unless there is only one possibility, he has a conspiracy. Fujiwara Senxiong has never been so afraid of a person in his life, but it is true today.

Tang Dao is more brave and brave than what is said in the data. In terms of cunning, it is the only one Fujiwara Senzuo has seen in his life.

Why did the Lord let himself retreat? The old Japanese swordsman's expression changed as he slashed out with all his strength. This roar reminded him of Yuezong, who had been killed by the steel stab of a Tang sword in a previous move. That swordsman had countless skills in Suigetsu. This is how the master stabbed with confidence, and then, there was nothing more.

I was suddenly frightened.

It's a pity that in order to cut this terrifying Chinese man in two, who can kill both the Lord and the enemy, the Japanese swordsman has used almost 90% of his strength. This sword cannot be stopped easily.

Even though fear arose in his heart and he instinctively wanted to put away the sword, the power of the sword did not diminish, but it no longer had the same indomitable momentum as before.

Sentio Fujiwara's shout was not only of no help to him, but in a sense, it even reduced the lethality of his subordinate's sword.

In the art of fighting, the most taboo thing is to look forward and hesitate, and this Japanese swordsman was guilty of all of them.

Then, he has no choice but to die.

Tang Dao hesitated to strike at the sword that came from behind. He did not dodge or dodge, just like blocking Fujiwara Sentio's blade. He turned his body slightly to one side and held his arms to block the electric sword light.

However, this time it was the left arm.

The Japanese swordsman was not excited about cutting his opponent's flesh and blood body in two with a single blow. The corner of his eye could not help but glance at the dark steel thorn lying quietly on the ground. He clearly remembered that Tang Dao's individual weapon had been compared with his master's. They all got rid of it together.

The fact that the steel thorn was still in place gave him a little peace of mind.

But how can there be any room for distraction in this flash of lightning, especially in front of a master like Tang Dao?

Especially the one who told you that Tang Tuanzuo cannot carry two steel thorns?

Among the people present, who knew that Tang Dao also had a steel thorn, I am afraid that apart from Tang Dao himself, the only one who knew Tang Dao was his opponent Fujiwara Senzuo.

Because Tang Dao's arm hurt just now, but he was sure that someone's arm would hurt even more, even if he poured iron juice on his arm every day.

Speaking of which, Fujiwara Senzuo inexplicably admired Tang Dao for being brave enough to dare to force him to give up his sword in that way, but why didn't Tang Dao 'admire' him very much?

In the blow just now, Fujiwara Senzuo used his arm and the special short-handled three-sided military spurs tied to his arm to hit hard. Not to mention fractures, it was at least a fracture, but he still held his head and himself without changing his expression. Another hard argument.

That's right, if Fujiwara Senzuo hadn't broken his right arm bone by the hidden steel thorn of the Tang sword, Fujiwara Senzuo wouldn't have been able to make a head-on collision with the Tang sword. That's because he was also forced into a desperate situation. What kind of nonsense is he pursuing the ultimate in martial arts? If he doesn't risk his life with Tang Dao, I'm afraid he won't have this chance in the future.

This should be the legendary mutual 'appreciation'!

A couple who "admire" each other want to kill each other, but they don't have the ability yet, but it doesn't mean that other people can get involved in this delicate balance.

The knife hit Tang Dao's arm as expected, but there was a sharp "clang" sound as metal connected. Tang Dao's arm rushed forward close to the blade, in Jia Yi's horrified eyes.

Just as he was about to move his wrist to lift the blade, Tang Dao, which had already had most of its sleeve cut off, suddenly grabbed his hand.

A handshake between two men, especially two hostile men, never goes well.

Song Qingshu of the 89th Division knows this firsthand. The blood red on his hands has not faded even in the New Year, and the bright red color is very pleasing.

As for the Japanese, Tang Dao will never hold back.

Tang Dao opened his eyes angrily, and with all his strength, he suddenly pinched with one hand, and with a click, he actually crushed several of the Japanese swordsman's finger bones.

“Ouch!” The Japanese swordsman's howl sounded like a lone wolf being shot.

But this was not the final damage. Tang Dao suddenly pulled back and pulled the Japanese swordsman, whose face changed drastically, into his arms.

What greeted him was not only Tang Dao's broad embrace, but also Tang Dao's slightly ferocious face, which was covered in blood. It seemed that he should relieve the pain with pain, and as if he was addicted to headbutting, Tang Dao hit him directly with a headbutt. The Japanese swordsman's face.

This time, the blood flew out seven or eight meters.

"Ouch!!" The Japanese swordsman's miserable howl, like a lone wolf being shot, was not only distant, but also had a bit of vibrato.

It is probably because the airflow is so fast that the little tongue cannot even tremble.

Even though the three women who were hiding in the blind corner of the box could no longer see the situation outside, they could still tell through the extremely miserable shouts that a Japanese was about to die, and it was very miserable.

“Captain Tang, kill little Japan!” Teacher Xiao He clenched his fists and his almond-shaped eyes widened.

This may be the first time in his life that a future scientific giant who comes from a scholarly family in the south of the Yangtze River and graduated from the highest university in China has used foul language.

If Professor Ye, who is full of talents all over the world, hears it, he may bring his group of disciples who will occupy half of the Chinese physics world to come to trouble Mr. Tang. Instead of following this rough guy like him, the Department of Physics of Huaqing University How can a genius girl turn into this on her first day!

　　Holding a gun and shouting curses, she is like a bandit woman.

But it feels so good!

At least in Teacher Xiao He's extremely full mood at this time, this is the feeling. If swearing can kill people, maybe she will help Tang Da Tuanzuo with a gun and a small mouth.

In other words, her roar had an effect.

Tang Dao, who was so dizzy and his head was buzzing, became even more ferocious when he remembered that there were three women in the house who were threatened by the Japanese.

"I'll do your best! Die for me!" Tang Dao roared and bumped into him again.

Tang Dao's forehead was certainly **** and bloody, but the Japanese swordsman's fragile face was hit even more tragically.

The huge pressure generated by two consecutive violent collisions almost squeezed the swordsman's eyeballs.

Of course, although this was a serious injury, it was not enough to kill a master who had practiced martial arts for twenty years. The hard skull broke his nose and penetrated his brain, which was the main cause of the swordsman's death.

He threw away the knife as if throwing away garbage, and covered his face with his hands as he rolled on the ground becoming more and more powerless. Tang Dao shook his dizzy head slightly, and a rain of blood fell from his hair, a strong The smell of blood suddenly filled the entire place.

The Japanese people present were collectively horrified.

Tang Dao's tactics were indeed cunning, and he continuously used the mistakes made by the Japanese to kill two people in a row, but this would only make the opponent more vigilant.

But the ferocity of killing without a knife, only with the head, really frightened the Japanese.

The master of Shuiyueliu who was fighting Leng Feng felt that his legs were a little weak at that moment. He had seen people killing people, but he had never seen such a terrifying guy who even wanted to kill him. He could just do without his head, You can kill with your legs and knees.

In his understanding of the art of killing, crushing the opponent's throat or crushing the enemy's vital points with his knees can kill Jiayi who has lost most of his resistance, even if Jiayi is one of the top five swordsmen in this trip. Skill master.

Tang Dao doesn't think so. Those two methods are too time-consuming. He needs to solve the opponent in the shortest time, and using his head is the best choice.

Even if Sentou Fujiwara comes to help despite his injuries, Tang Dao can bite off the throat of the Japanese in his arms, and then spit the throat tissue in his mouth at Sensing Fujiwara as a hidden weapon.

This is the battlefield, use every possible means! Speaking of this point, compared with Tang Dao, a veteran who has been honed on the battlefield for more than ten years, these masters who have been practicing on the training ground every day are not worthy of carrying Tang Dao's shoes.

Without even looking at the Japanese Suigetsu-ryu master, whose sword skills were already a bit messy, Tang Dao looked over at Fujiwara Senio, who was motionless as he watched him hit his subordinates to death twice in a row, showing his white teeth and smiled: "That What, you little devil, come on, do it again.”

Fujiwara Senzuo, who stood stunned for more than ten seconds, shook his head, "Tang Jun, you are much stronger than I thought. I can't kill you today." He glanced regretfully at the man lying quietly five meters away from him. The family heirloom sword on the ground, "I, the Fujiwara clan's treasured sword, will leave it with you first. When we meet in the future, I will find Tang Jun to retrieve it."

After saying that, a clear whistle sounded from his mouth, which should be a signal to notify his subordinates to retreat.

Then, the figure without pause retreated like lightning, even a few points faster than the inhuman speed of his attack.

"Also, Tang Jun, if we meet again in the future, please call me Fujiwara Senzuo. There is no need to add the title of little devil. I am a Japanese, not all of you think." Fujiwara Sentsuo's voice has jumped downstairs. Came from afar.

Tang Dao looked at the direction where Fujiwara Senzuo was leaving with complicated eyes, but it was rare that he did not chase the Japanese to death like he used to.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't.

However, the fight lasted for just over a minute, and Tang Dao spent all his mind and energy. If Fujiwara Senzuo had the courage to charge forward again, he would find that the terrifying guy just now was far less powerful than before. .

Unfortunately, a warrior with a broken arm bone would not put himself in danger easily, so he retreated "wisely".

The Japanese in the building received the retreat signal and once again demonstrated their excellent execution, including the Japanese swordsman on the other side of the window, who threw a pellet and hit it on the floor. Thick smoke rose and the knife The guest took advantage of the thick smoke and escaped from the small building by jumping a few times like a frightened rabbit.

Tang Dao was unable to pursue him anymore, but he could still stand up straight.

Hand out his hand to take off the steel spike on his arm, he looked at the Shuiyue Liu master who was entangled by the cold front and couldn't retreat for a while.

Yes, it's not that the Shuiyueliu master named 'Sanri' doesn't want to leave, but that his opponent Leng Feng is no rookie, so he can come and leave as he pleases.

As long as he dares to retreat, the sharp bayonet will be thrown at his back.

This is really a frustrating thing. With this man's skill, it was not too difficult to take down Leng Feng who only held a bayonet. But Leng Feng, like his immediate boss, was about to die together at every turn. This made Shui The masters of the moon flow also use rat weapons.

It's like a lion meeting a porcupine. If you want to eat the meat without getting stabbed, you have to do it slowly.

But I knew that just by procrastinating like this, it turned into the current bad situation. The boss said hello without moral ethics and ran away, but the devilish boss on the other side was still there.

Moreover, he took the military thorn and looked at him.

From the corner of his eye, Tang Dao grinned, his mouth full of red teeth, like an ancient wild beast that had just finished devouring its flesh and blood.

The Suigetsu-ryu master's calves couldn't help but twist a little, but in his heart he scolded Fujiwara Senzuo bloody.

He was desperately thinking about escape strategies in his mind, and the knife in his hand was naturally a little messy.

The Japanese swordsman, who was completely confused, naturally ignored the gun sticking out of the window.

That belongs to Erya.

At the moment when Fujiwara Senzuo was about to give a pretentious speech before leaving, Erya approached the window with a shell gun. His duty was to be the last barrier for Tantai Mingyue and others. He had previously killed two Japanese swordsmen in succession. It proved that he did a good job, but he was also Tang Dao's orderly, and he was also worried about Tang Dao's situation.

Seeing that the enemy was about to retreat, he naturally quickly sneaked to the window to observe the battlefield.

Then, he saw Tang Dao smiling brightly at him.

Seeing that the officer was still smiling brightly even though his head was dripping with blood, Erya's heart was completely relaxed. He was sure that they had won the battle when they were ambushed by the Japanese.

Yes, Tang Dao smiled at the Japanese, but he smiled at Erya.

'Three days' is too pretentious!

"Three Days" finally pulled some distance away. When he raised his hand, a smoke ball was about to hit the ground.

If nothing else happens, he can escape.

The smoke in the box rose earlier than the smoke on the ground. It was caused by the continuous firing of Erya's shell gun.

The muzzle of the gun, which was beating wildly, poured out more than a dozen bullets in two seconds.

At the same time that thick smoke rose from the ground, the unlucky child "Sanri" was beaten into a sieve and lay on the ground just whimpering.

“Why?” Shuiyueliu master wanted to ask, we all use cold weapons, why are you Chinese so unruly?

It's very simple! The Japanese were afraid of alerting the garrison, but Tang Dao and the others were not afraid. That was because Tang Dao was a little careless and did not let Leng Feng travel with a submachine gun on his back. Otherwise, it would have given Fujiwara Senzuo so many opportunities to show off.

Two shell guns and a submachine gun formed a triangular defensive fire point at the stairs. Unless there were infantry artillery, the Japanese would not be able to attack within ten minutes.

“The Japanese are not that good, but this knife is quite good!” Leng Feng's voice rang in the ears of Sanri, who was still not completely dead after being shot more than a dozen times.

Then, the last feeling of 'Three Days' was that a cold blade entered the body, and it completely sank into darkness.

All the Japanese swords left on the ground became trophies of Tang Dao and others, including the samurai sword that Fujiwara Senzuo was still reluctant to part with before leaving.

If you give this thing to your old father-in-law to peel an apple, he will definitely like it! Tang Dao glanced at the coldly shining sword on the ground, and couldn't help but have this weird idea in his mind.

I can only say that Lao Tantai must be relieved that the son-in-law his leaky little cotton-padded jacket found for him is really qualified!

The Fujiwara family may collectively have to bleed!

Looking at the place where Fujiwara Senzuo disappeared from a distance, Tang Dao had a feeling that this Japanese who liked to show off but was different from other Japanese and even a little naive would really meet again.

Moreover, when we meet again, he will be stronger.

However, Tang Dao was not afraid at all. He could repel the guy once, and he could repel him a second time.

Or, for Tang Dao, if Tantai Mingyue and the others were not there, Tang Dao, who had no scruples in using all his strength, was completely confident that he could kill him within three moves by exchanging injuries for injuries.

This is the battle of soldiers. One move can mean the difference between life and death. Otherwise, Uncle Han, who can fight with Tang Dao with his boxing skills, would not admit that he is no match for Tang Dao on the battlefield.

Tang Dao's intuition is very accurate. It won't take long for him and Fujiwara Senxiong to meet again, on the battlefield in North China.

The Four Troops will become an unexpected force that disrupts the North China battlefield. It is a special agent team directly under the Japanese North China Front Army Headquarters and is also the sharpest knife under the command of General Commander Terauchi Juichi of the North China Front Army.

Such a knife is considered a formidable enemy to any soldier.

Of course, even if Tang Dao knew that he might let go of an enemy that would become a nightmare for all Chinese soldiers in the future, he would still have to do so.

If Fujiwara Senzuo had sensed Tang Dao's murderous intention from the beginning, with his so-called Japanese martial arts training, he would most likely have chosen to enter the room to kill the three women to defeat Tang Dao, and then killing them would have been impossible. The enemy of calm.

Although it is a bit despicable, it is very effective, not to mention that in the mind of that kind of guy, this is probably the most correct method!

So Tang Dao can only suppress the surging murderous intention in his heart, making him think that his strength is always much higher than Tang Dao and there is no need to use that method.

When he finally got hurt and discovered that Tang Dao was an opponent of the same level, it was too late.

Although this battle was short, for Tang Dao, it was definitely the most difficult battle he had faced in this era.

Physical and mental strength are used to the extreme!

(End of this chapter)

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