Zhao Ziyang, who received the favor, left casually and rushed to the top of the mountain in one breath. The novel was updated the fastest, and no one could catch up with him. For him, everyone in the valley was too weak.

This is a mysterious man. Xiao Yuanchao didn't know why the other party came to him, but he knew that the mysterious man really wanted to go home. He seemed to be able to feel the other party's feelings, just like himself in a killing field, and now he also wants to go home.

Unfortunately, it is not possible for anyone to go home. When your identity changes fundamentally, going home is just a luxury.

In the valley, the fight was still going on. However, the number of people had become less and less, from thousands to hundreds. The teams of all sizes were almost gone, and they were beaten to pieces and torn apart. Survivors became living people fighting alone, and died and were buried forever.

"Swish!Swish!Swish..."

The Han team, all holding wolf-toothed wooden sticks, were crazily killed by the Japanese team. Their sticks were very long, but they were fragile under the samurai sword of the Japanese team.

Their stick killed seven or eight Japanese people, and the price they paid was that the wolf-tooth sticks were almost all cut off. When the wolf-tooth stick that could kill the longest distance was lost, the Han team had to pull out the knife they carried with them to engage in crazy hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese team.

When they lost the wolf tooth stick, their inherent disadvantages immediately leaked out.

This is the biggest weakness of the Han people: unity and cooperation.

They have no precise deployment and no cooperation between one offense and one defense. In this case, a team that was originally sure to win immediately became a mess, or even fought on their own.

Because they lack strong leaders and unifying commands, there is no such thing as unity and cooperation.

Blood shot out, and the corpse was defeated.

One Chinese is a dragon, and ten Chinese are insects. This sentence is fully displayed in this Han team. There is no auxiliary defense when it needs to be coordinated, and no attack when it needs to be jointly attacked.

In an instant, everyone's selfishness occupies the upper part. Perhaps each of them is not afraid of death, but everyone will never die for the people around them. This is the nature of the Chinese. It has never reached despair, and it will never be able to be closely united, and there will never be an existence willing to sacrifice.

This is a kind of numbness that the nation itself has, and history has long verified it.

During World War II, one or two Japanese devils could occupy the entire county; one or two Japanese devils could shoot hundreds of Chinese people unscrupulously, and these people were free to have their hands and feet!

It was not until the Japanese devils occupied half of the mountains and rivers that they had no way to kill the Chinese people, that everyone woke up from numbness and rose up to resist.

At this moment, the Han team seemed to repeat the mistakes they had in the past when facing the Japanese team, and there was no decent confrontation.

This is because they still have a way out, and this way out is...spread out in a hurry!

The Japanese team still used old tricks, constantly stinging, wave after wave, killing the Han team in an extinction-style manner.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yuanchao slowly sat up from the pile of dead people and pinched the Nepalese scimitar in his right hand. The fierce light in his eyes rose, rolling wildly like boiling water.

Although this is a place of fighting and has no distinction between national boundaries and races, he is a Chinese from beginning to end, and a Han Chinese. Perhaps those Han teams will kill themselves as soon as they see them, but when facing the Japanese... a common enemy? Yes, it is a common enemy! For most Chinese, Japan is an enemy. No matter how powerful the internal struggle is, when the Japanese participate, the struggle will shift and be consistent with the outside world.

This is the common idea of ​​any flesh-and-blood Chinese, which then evolves into behavior.

But just as Xiao Yuanchao sat up and was holding the scimitar tightly to get up, the Han team, which had suffered heavy losses, was disbanded with a sudden burst. Dozens of people scattered, leaving behind their companions' bodies and fleeing the Japanese team.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yuanchao sighed deeply, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

He shouldn't have such national sentiment on such occasions, but he can't control his own flood of national sentiment. He is disappointed, sad, and sad...

Xiao Yuanchao slowly lowered his head, unwilling to continue watching the scene below. He knew that these Chinese who gave up their team and fled in various ways would be killed one by one, leaving no one behind!

This is not only the sorrow of Xiao Yuanchao, but also the sorrow of the nation. Even if this is hell, a pool of blood, and a place of killing...

At this moment, a roar suddenly came out, powerful and full of unparalleled heavyness as mountains: "Kill-Ghost-Son!"

The moment he heard this sound, Xiao Yuanchao suddenly raised his head. The moment he raised his head, a bright light emitted in his eyes, and a smile of relief and excitement appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The Han team did not disperse. At the moment they separated, they formed a larger circular encirclement against the Japanese team. Everyone had a strong hatred on their faces, and everyone's arms holding the knife were bulging!

This is the righteousness of the nation, this is the festival of the nation!

"Kill the Japanese!"

"Kill the Japanese!!"

"Kill the Japanese!!!"

“…”

Countless roars burst out from the mouths of these people, and then rushed towards the Japanese team desperately.

The sprint was extremely fierce, and it formed a three-layer sprint formation in an instant, as if it were the waves of the Qiantang River, and it was tyrannically rolling towards the Japanese team.

This wave is a wave of anger, an angry wave engraved in everyone's bones. If you don't send it, you will be able to cover the sky and the sun, which makes people scared, trembled, and trembled!

The Japanese's face changed and became very ugly.

From the battle to the present, they have never encountered any real enemy. They even killed this Han team just now, but now? Now, this group of ignorant Chinese people have turned into huge waves and are about to swallow them up, and they are not even left with bones.

This is a crisis, a huge crisis that is enough to be wiped out!

"Defense!" The Japanese team roared.

In an instant, the Japanese team, which was only thirty people, contracted inward, and all the samurai swords were facing outward. There were a total of five layers of samurai swords, instantly turning them into a hedgehog with nowhere to go.

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff…"

The first wave came, and more than a dozen Han people hit the Japanese team's defensive formation straight and their stomachs were pierced in an instant. However, their swords also fell on the Japanese, but they lacked lethality.

"Cake!" The Japanese team roared again.

The outer two layers immediately put away the knife and pull out the samurai sword that penetrates the first layer of Han people's bodies.

But a scene that terrified them happened. The Han people whose bodies were pierced actually grabbed the knife they were about to withdraw, and they clenched it tightly!
Chapter completed!