Three Northwest Army soldiers came out of the city.

There was silence between heaven and earth. Not even the sound of wind.

The atmosphere was very depressing and solemn.

Machete vs. Japanese sword. The most direct and brutal battle.

Either dead or injured.

Zhang Yong thought about how to help.

Demon sword Muramasa. He has many, but he doesn't use them.

Because what the soldiers of the Northwest Army practice are machetes, not Japanese swords.

Temporarily changing weapons will lead to a decrease in combat effectiveness.

"Whoa!"

"Bang!"

The fighting begins.

Zhang Yong closed his eyes.

This time I didn’t turn my head, but I closed my eyes.

He still couldn't look directly at such a cruel battle. His heart couldn't bear it.

The result was surprising.

A red dot disappears...

The two red dots disappear...

The three red dots disappear...

All the white spots are there.

Huh?

Is it so easy?

I hurriedly opened my eyes, fearing that the system had made a mistake.

As a result, we saw that the three Japanese invaders had indeed fallen. The three Northwest troops were still there.

sharp!

So awesome!

Let go of your hanging heart.

Unexpectedly, they won the second round of competition.

Looking sideways at Tong Linge, I found that his face was calm and unfazed.

He turned to look at Ji Xingwen again and found that he was not surprised at all.

"Commander Tong, they are so powerful."

"In terms of cold weapon fighting, we are the ancestors of the Japanese invaders."

"Okay, okay, okay."

Zhang Yong clapped his hands happily.

The words Tong Linge are enough.

The Northwest Army is indeed the best at fighting and has extremely high martial arts skills.

In fact, the Japanese invaders were exploiting their shortcomings and avoiding their strengths.

Their strengths are heavy weapons, aircraft, and heavy artillery, not hand-to-hand combat.

If it is a large-scale hand-to-hand battle, with hundreds or thousands of people swarming forward, there may be a chance. But if the top few fight...

Three veterans of the Northwest Army retreated. They were injured, but not fatally.

Over there, three more Japanese invaders came up.

Still the same outfit, the same pace. Like three robots.

This time, Zhang Yong was no longer nervous.

The Japanese invaders were mass-produced. The overall quality was relatively high. However, there were no top-notch experts.

The first wave of battles should be to test the level of the Japanese invaders.

After determining the combat effectiveness level of the Japanese invaders, personnel can be allocated accordingly.

Three more Northwest Army soldiers came out of the city.

Confrontation.

Fight.

No sound was heard.

There is only the simplest, crudest, and most direct hacking.

In less than three minutes, the battle was over.

The Japanese invaders were completely wiped out.

One soldier of the Northwest Army died and two were injured.

withdraw.

Suddenly it was discovered that the Japanese invaders were moving.

They began to press forward slowly, approaching Wanping City. They were getting closer and closer to Wanping City.

"Captain Ji, how far is your cordon?"

"Three hundred meters."

"Too close."

"This is the maximum range of the rifle to the naked eye."

"Change the mortar."

"this……"

"Order mortars to fire. Seal the distance of 700 meters."

"this……"

"I bear all the responsibilities! I give you a written order! Extend the entire cordon to 700 meters away!"

"All right."

Ji Xingwen had no objection.

Immediately order the mortars to adjust parameters and bombard them 700 meters away.

"Bang!"

"boom!"

A 60mm mortar fires.

The shell landed about 700 meters away and exploded, sending out a ball of fire and raising dust.

The advance of the large Japanese army slowly stopped. Then, a few individual soldiers continued to move forward.

"Keep firing!"

"yes!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

More mortars opened fire.

More shells fell.

They all exploded about 700 meters away.

This is a blockade.

It is also a warning line.

The Japanese invaders who tried to invade had to stop.

They have sensed the Chinese people's determination. If they dare to continue advancing, they will be killed.

Or be killed by sharpshooters. The Chinese will never give in again.

"Mad. It turns out you are also afraid of death!"

Zhang Yong sneered secretly at the corner of his mouth.
To be continued...