The young militiaman handed the big knife to Wei Dayong's hand in an unexpected way.

Wei Dayong took the big knife in his hand, weighed it gently, and made a knife dance.

Walking to the farm with a broadsword in his hand, Wei Dayong pointed at the three Japs, and then pointed at the 38-gauge rifle on the ground.

Ge Erdan and Xiaoqi lured Yao Shangwu to the farm, but they did not come forward. Instead, they stood in the distance and watched with the surrounding villagers.

Yao Shangwu asked: "What does your battalion commander want to do?"

"What else can you do?" Ge Erdan curled his lips, "Just kill the Japanese."

"One against three?"

"Three Japs are nothing?" Ge Erdan said disdainfully, "If ten Japs come together, they are no match for our battalion commander!"

Yao Shangwu was slightly shocked, so powerful?

Liang Shan stood aside, looking a little confused. He didn't want to go up to stop him, nor did he stand here.

Prisoners holding weapons were no longer considered prisoners, and killing them would not be considered a violation of discipline.

The three Japs looked at Wei Dayong, then at the ground, then gritted their teeth and picked up the 38-meter rifle on the ground in front of them.

"Comrade Eighth Route Army kills the Japanese who suffered a thousand blows!"

"Kill them!"

"Kill them and avenge their dead relatives!"

The villagers immediately became excited and roared at the three Japs.

Wei Dayong looked down from a high position and tapped the heads of the three Japs with his index finger, gesturing for them to come together.

"idiot!"

The Japanese felt the insult, cursed angrily, looked at each other, and immediately showed a fierce expression on their faces, hunched over with bayonets in hand and pressed towards Wei Dayong.

The three Japanese soldiers stared at Wei Dayong with gloomy eyes.

The Japanese soldiers who advocated cold weapons were very discerning, and the Chinese soldiers who dared to challenge three of them, the opponent in front of them was definitely extraordinary.

Wei Dayong held the broadsword in both hands, with the blade drooping and the blade facing him.

A Japanese soldier suddenly took a step forward and stabbed Wei Dayong in the left ribs with all his strength.

Wei Dayong's whole body seemed to be nailed to the ground, motionless, but the sword in his hand was raised like lightning.

Click! A crisp sound.

The heavy back of the blade smashed open the rifle in the hand of the Japanese soldier. At the same time, Wei Dayong's blade swung out a 180-degree killing radius from right to left, top to bottom.

The Japanese screamed and flew two meters away, cutting off all of the Japanese's shoulders with one knife.

The remaining two Japanese soldiers did not dare to test any more, and they stabbed at Wei Dayong in unison with bayonets in hand.

Wei Dayong showed a trace of disdain on his face.

Instead of retreating, he advanced forward, swung the blade out sideways, and severed the carotid artery of a Japanese soldier. The pressure spurted blood up to a height of more than half a foot.

The last Japanese's face changed drastically and he wanted to retreat. Wei Dayong grabbed the Sanba Gai in his hand and stabbed him with his backhand.

The devil's head flew three meters away and rolled to the ground with a rumble.

The Japanese's headless body lay crookedly on the grain field like a wooden stake.

The entire Huguchang was as quiet as death, and almost everyone was dumbfounded. He struck out swiftly and without hesitation, which was the killing move.

Although the villagers were not mentally prepared for such a tragic scene, the bloody scene in front of them shocked them.

But it was the Japs who were killed, the Japs who slaughtered their own relatives. At this moment, they felt unprecedentedly happy in their hearts.

From the first day they joined the special operations battalion, the new recruits heard from the veterans that the battalion commander was very skilled and had once killed ten elite Japanese soldiers with his bare hands.

Their ears were almost ringing with noise. They didn't believe it at first, but now... they believe it.

Follow a fierce man like the battalion commander to kill the Japanese.

Two words, great!

Yao Shangwu was also a little shocked when he saw this scene, and the hesitant thought in his heart became firm at this moment.

The comrades in Liangshan and the county brigade were also dumbfounded. The impact of the picture was too strong.

They had to put in a lot of effort every time they killed a Japanese, and sometimes they had to sacrifice a few lives to get in.

But the man in front of me was killing Japanese soldiers like he was chopping melons and vegetables.

Isn’t it too fierce!?

Although there was no emotion on the faces of the veterans and they had expected this scene, deep down they admired Wei Dayong even more.

Wei Dayong pointed his sword at the Japs corpse and shouted: "Everyone in the Special Operations Battalion, listen to me. I have no control over other troops, but our Special Operations Battalion will never accept the surrender of the Japs, and we do not need prisoners. We will encounter them on the battlefield in the future."

Kill all the Japs without leaving a single one behind!"

"Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"

The soldiers present roared in unison, and a chilling aura filled the air.

At this moment, the soldiers in the special operations camp are not only veterans, but even the new recruits have murderous look in their eyes!

This kind of murderous aura cannot be developed in training. Only soldiers who have actually gone to the battlefield and killed the enemy can possess this aura!

"benefactor."

"This is our benefactor from Yaojiayu. You guys, please kneel down to your benefactor."

The old village chief, who was leaning on a cane and had white beard and beard, with red eyes, knelt on the ground facing Wei Dayong. Behind him, the villagers of Yaojiayu fell to their knees.

"Folks, please get up quickly."

"Hurry and help the villagers up."

The sudden scene shocked Wei Dayong: "How can I accept such a great gift from the villagers?"

Wei Dayong returned the sword stained with the blood of the Japanese to the militiamen, and then together with the soldiers helped the villagers up one by one.

The village chief wiped away his tears and said firmly: "Comrade Commander Wei, if you hadn't arrived in time with the Eighth Route Army, all 300 of us in Yaojiayu would have been killed by the Japs today. Kill the Japs to avenge the villagers."

It’s right for you to kneel down to get your revenge!”

Wei Dayong said loudly: "The devils slaughtered our village because they wanted to destroy our Chinese heritage. But please rest assured, folks, as long as our Eighth Route Army is here, we will definitely be able to drive the devils out of China!"

Liu Dali, who was standing by, saw this atmosphere and immediately took the lead in waving his hands and shouting: "Beat Japanese imperialism! China will not perish!"

"Fight Japanese imperialism! China will not perish!"

"Fight Japanese imperialism! China will not perish!"

"..."

The two to three hundred soldiers and civilians at the scene waved their hands and shouted loudly, and the deafening roars went straight into the sky.

In the past, when Wei Dayong often saw patriotic students marching and shouting slogans on TV, he still didn't understand.

However, when I personally experienced this inspiring sound, the national sentiment in my heart suddenly burst out from the bottom of my heart!

"My family was destroyed by the Japanese." The old village chief said, leaning on his cane, "All the men in Yaojiayu will join the Eighth Route Army for me, and from now on they will follow the Eighth Route Army to fight against the Japanese!"

"I want to sign up for the Eighth Route Army!"

"I want to sign up too!"

"I want to fight the Japanese with Camp Commander Wei!"

"..."

Liu Dali shouted: "Listen to me, folks, don't be anxious. As long as you meet the conditions for joining the army, you will be allowed to join. The Japanese will definitely come for revenge. Now everyone go home, pack your things, and follow us back to the base!"

There was no need for any mobilization work at all. The surviving villagers in Yaojiayu also knew that they could not stay here any longer, and they were all willing to follow the Eighth Route Army.

The rest was left to Liu Dali, and Wei Dayong turned around to see how much ammunition the soldiers still had.

Ge Erdan walked up to Wei Dayong: "Batalion Commander, there is someone who wants to see you."

Wei Dayong asked: "Who wants to see me?"

"it's me!"

Yao Shangwu walked out from behind Ge Erdan, straightened his chest and abdomen, kicked his right foot on the ground, and saluted Wei Dayong with a standard military salute: "My name is Yao Shangwu, I graduated from the Artillery Department of the Sixth Phase of Huangpu, No. 5 of the 5th Theater

Captain of the 33rd Group Army and 59th Army, deputy battalion commander of the Mountain Artillery Battalion, I want to follow you to fight the Japanese!"

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