After Li Yunlong finished speaking, everyone quickly began to act.

Everyone rushed into the nearest Japanese barracks.

The Japanese who were sleeping soundly at this moment obviously did not realize that the danger had come to them.

In the previous battles, Meng Fan and others seized the samurai sword of the Japanese commander.

Originally, Li Yunlong didn't want to bring such things, but Kang Ya and Meng Fanle were very persistent.

In their words, the command swords of these Japanese officers are proof of their killing of Japanese soldiers and are of memorial value.

It can be used to show off to others when I go back.

Li Yunlong doesn't care. He doesn't care about the Japanese samurai swords. If he wants to collect them, he may be sold as scrap iron.

But now, the Japanese samurai sword can indeed come in handy.

Li Yunlong and Long Weng took the two of them and handed them over to the samurai swords, and took the lead in looking at the Japanese head.

The Japanese katana sword is still sharp, at least it is not much different from chopping the Japanese's head.

"kill!"

Li Yunlong roared angrily, and under his leadership, the guys from the Sichuan Army raised their bayonets and chopped them towards the sleeping Japanese and their tie.

Several more alert Japanese men opened their eyes quickly, but when they saw the dark figures like devils, they were so scared that they screamed.

"What? It's a mountain ghost, help me!"

"Help, mom!"

The shouts of killing and the screams of the Japanese mixed together.

Many Japanese devils were chopped off their heads in their sleep before they even opened their eyes.

A few Japanese who were lucky enough to escape the disaster and rolled and crawled out.

In their eyes, the Sichuan Army is a group of monsters, monsters in the mountains.

But how could these people from the Sichuan Army let them run away?

They carried swords one by one, chasing the group of devils like evil ghosts returning from hell.

And this trouble, the Japanese military camp exploded like boiling water.

Many Japanese men suddenly opened their eyes, crawled out of bed and began to look for clothes and weapons.

But how could these people from the Sichuan Army give them a chance?

Soon, before these Japanese even found the guns, they were sent back to "hometown" by the people from the Sichuan Army!

On one hand, there were the scared Japanese, and on the other hand, there were the red-eyed Sichuan Army.

The entire military camp instantly became a one-sided massacre.

These Japanese have never seen such a scene before. A group of dark guys, not even knowing whether it is human things, and then they chase you with a knife without saying a word.

In their culture, this is the monsters in the mountains.

Unless their great Onmyoji comes, there is no chance of survival.

Moreover, the smell of blood in the air and the screams of their companions kept stimulating their hearts and giving them the biggest mental blow.

This scared the Japanese who had been invincible since they came here to scare.

"Baga!"

"Calm down, calm me down. It's the enemy. Get your weapons ready to fight back!"

Among the chaotic Japanese crowd, the Japanese squadron leader was naked and shouted at the surrounding Japanese with Bushido.

"No... it's not the enemy, it's the evil ghosts in the mountains. They are here to take their lives!"

"Squadron Captain, they are evil ghosts and monsters. Bullets are useless to them. Let's run away quickly!"
Chapter completed!