"Baga Yalu, you dare to kill Lord Kitahara?"

But when he saw Kitahara Hiroyuki being assassinated by Dragon Boat Festival, Panasonic was furious.

He was a loyal fan of Kitahara Hirohiro. When he saw his idol die in a bad life, he instantly lost his mind and rushed up with all the Japanese.

Panasonic's eyes were as red as blood, and they were burning in anger, as if they were about to turn everything around them into ashes.

He pulled it suddenly, and the samurai sword at his waist was unsheathed. The cold light was like a flash of lightning in the night sky, stabbing directly towards Dragon Boat Festival, vowing to take revenge for Kitahara Hiro.

The Dragon Boat Festival is still motionless, with a cold face as ice, and her eyes are calm, as if everything in the world cannot touch it.

Facing the surging enemy tide, he was not only afraid, but instead outlined a calm smile on the corner of his mouth. It was a desire to challenge the edge of life and death, and a faint compassion for the enemy's ignorance.

As Panasonic's blade approached, Dragon Boat Festival's body seemed to merge into the air, instantly turning into an invisible wind, disappearing without a trace in everyone's sight.

In the blink of an eye, he had appeared ghostly on the left side of Panasonic, and the black blade in his hand swung out in an incredible trajectory.

The sword light was like lightning, reaching the throat of Pineapple. The pupils of Pineapple suddenly shrank, and the knife was raised in a hurry to block it. The two blades collided, and a deafening roar burst out. The sparks bloomed in the air, like gorgeous fireworks, but exuded the breath of death.

However, this is just the beginning of the Dragon Boat Festival feast.

He took advantage of the situation to rebound, and his figure became erratic again, like a ghost passing through the enemy formation. Every time he swung his short sword, it fell down with enemies.

Blood is like a blooming blood-colored peonies, embellishing the battlefield to the eye.

The sword technique of Dragon Boat Festival is as fast as lightning, and is ruthless and decisive as each Japanese sword needs only one knife, which is enough to be fatal.

Seeing this, Panasonic was frightened, but the dignity of the warrior and the tragic death of the idol were still stimulating his brain nerves.

Panasonic roared, waved his samurai sword, and fought with a dozen Japanese devils around him.

More than a dozen figures intertwined on the battlefield to form a thrilling picture. In the sword and sword shadows, every collision trembled the air, and every ray of light heralds the disappearance of life.

However, as time goes by, not only did the Dragon Boat Festival remain unscathed, but there were fewer and fewer Japanese devils around Panasonic.

Moreover, with continuous waves of the knife, Panasonic gradually lost strength.

Unlike Dragon Boat Festival, he uses a pair of short blades, but he is a heavy samurai sword.

Therefore, in terms of physical energy consumption, he will be much higher than the Dragon Boat Festival.

And Panasonic is not a master of kendo.

So in the continuous attacks of swords, his physical strength gradually disappeared.

Dragon Boat Festival captured this tiny flaw of Panasonic. His figure suddenly accelerated and he took Panasonic's head with one knife.

Panasonic tried his best to resist, but in the end he was half a beat slower, and he felt a biting chill penetrate his neck, and then he fell into eternal darkness.

His eyes were full of reluctance and shock, but in the end he was unable to fight against fate and became another soul under the Dragon Boat Festival knife.

As soon as Panasonic died, the other Japanese were in chaos.

Although the commander died in battle, if they escaped, they would be punished when they returned. However, at this time, after losing the backbone of Panasonic, they had completely lost their fighting spirit and fled in panic.

But Dragon Boat Festival cannot let them escape like this.

The number of Japanese devils is large, and if they are reorganized by these Japanese devils, they will still pose a threat to the guerrillas.

There were at least three or four hundred Japanese on the front battlefield, and the battlefield on the east side was still fiercely fighting.

Therefore, the Dragon Boat Festival must kill the Japanese, even if he is the only one.

The Dragon Boat Festival shouted lightly, like the incarnation of the God of Death, and suddenly accelerated to catch up with the Japanese.

The short blade was unsheathed, and the black sword light rolled towards the Japanese, like the wind swaying the broken clouds.

The Japanese wailed and screamed together, and blood and death played the music of death.

When the last Japanese fell, Dragon Boat Festival finally stopped the movements in its hands and gasped violently.

The battle is not over yet, and the battle on the east side of the woods is still very fierce.

The Japanese on the front battlefield did not retreat.

But they did not enter the woods again, but aimed their muzzles here one by one.

Obviously the Japanese were completely angry. Although Kitahara Hirotsuki died and Panasonic died, there were still people in the Japanese command.

And they knew that this time our headquarters issued a dead order, and it was necessary to eliminate the guerrillas.

So even though they felt incredible and even fearful, they still stayed in place, reporting to the department while preparing to launch a devastating blow to the woods.

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At the same time, the Japanese army's headquarters in Dalian, General Takeda's office.

【Top Secret Message】

To: This department

When the soldiers of the entire army heard this bad news, my heart was so painful that it was hard to express.

My brave and fearless general, Hirohiro, died for his country at the most tragic moment of the enemy-to-wealth confrontation. His heroic deeds will be recorded in history and inspire future generations.

Since joining the army, Hiroshi Kitahara has made many extraordinary achievements and defended the peace of the country with iron-blooded will and extraordinary wisdom and courage.

In this battle, facing an enemy that is several times more than you, you are not afraid of anything. You personally led the elite troops to charge forward and never retreat.

However, the sky is not far away, and the general star falls. In the midst of the chaos, General Haoxing Beiyuan was seriously injured. He still held the sword tightly and stood firm until the last breath. His loyalty and courageous posture shocked the world and wept the ghosts and gods.

Our department felt deeply regretful and lost such an excellent commander.

Here, our department urges the highest commander and all colleagues of the department to commemorate the great achievements of His Excellency Hiroshi Kitahara, posthumously awarded his due honors, and take this as an opportunity to further inspire the fighting spirit of the entire army.

Finally, all the soldiers of our troops will turn grief into strength, inherit the will of General Hirohiro Kitahara, and continue to fight bravely to the enemy until they achieve the final victory.

(Our army suffered heavy casualties and the enemy became increasingly rampant. I hope our army will send reinforcements early to comfort the spirits who died in battle.)

Sincerely

salute!......

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When he received this message, General Takeda's eyes suddenly turned red, and tears rolled in his eyes, but he tried to resist letting it fall.

He took a deep breath, his chest fluctuated violently, which was the upside-down emotions in his heart.

His fists were clenched, his veins swelled up, and the telegraph was almost crushed in his palm, as if this could relieve a trace of pain and reluctance in his heart.

"I, my good student!"

General Takeda's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the gaps of his teeth, full of endless grief and reluctance.

He closed his eyes, and his voice and smile with Kitahara Hiroyuki flashed through his mind.

Those past scenes appeared one by one like a carousel, and each scene made his heart feel like a knife.

However, in addition to grief, there is more anger.

This anger was like a volcano erupting, surging, almost swallowing him.

"Chunjiang is a good guerrilla team! I swear to make your blood debts pay for your blood!"

General Takeda suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with unprecedented determination and ruthlessness. He stood up, strode towards the map hanging on the wall, and pointed his finger at Stone Castle.
Chapter completed!