Rise From Eight Hundred

As the light of the sword appeared, Fujiwara Senzuo's penis shrank severely.

After all, he is still superficial, and his understanding of the term "despicable, shameless and obscene" is far from enough.

Tang Dao didn't bring extra military spurs, but Baga's people did.

Moreover, it was a very sharp knife, a saber made from the barrel of a destroyed Type 41 75 mountain gun.

However, at this moment, Fujiwara Senzuo couldn't care less about admiring how fast the sword hidden by Tang Dao was. This sudden sword was really going to kill him.

No matter how hard his body was built, the only result of having the main artery in his neck cut open was death.

If it were anyone else, no one would be able to avoid Tang Dao's long-planned move.

It must be a martial arts genius like Fujiwara Senio who has been honed in various martial arts arenas. Although his brain did not react, his body responded optimally to Tang Danzao's superb 'techniques'.

The unconventional twist of his neck, although a little forced, was enough to avoid the sudden fatal blow.

However, a large piece of meat was removed from the shoulders, and the body was also somewhat unbalanced.

The experts in the competition could not tolerate such a mistake. Tang Dao, who was about to miss him, whipped him with a side kick and kicked the knees of Fujiwara Senzuo who had just escaped.

Just listen to the muffled sound of "Peng".

Fujiwara Senio rolled continuously for five or six meters like a gourd on the ground. Then he managed to stand up and looked at Tang Dao with gritted teeth. However, one leg was dragged on the ground and he could no longer stand up.

Apparently, Tang Dao's hard kick at the joint of his leg had broken the joint.

With a huge red envelope on his head, at least two taels of flesh cut off from his shoulders and bleeding profusely, and a broken leg, the top young master of Japanese martial arts couldn't be more miserable at this time.

Tang Dao held in his mouth a strange-looking knife with a blade that was only 20 centimeters long but 3 centimeters wide. The back of the knife was covered with jagged teeth. He quietly stared at the powerful opponent who had been fighting with him for a long time. There was deep sarcasm in his eyes.

The Japanese martial arts master in front of him, although he joined the army, still didn't quite understand the meaning of the word soldier.

No one wants to constantly wander on the edge of life and death and play games to temper themselves. What a soldier wants is not to become stronger, but to protect the people and the land he wants to protect.

Faced with all enemies who want to invade the land they protect, what the soldiers have to do is to kill them, using all possible means.

Do you know why Tang Dao is called Tang Dao? Because in the future, the Republic's most personal weapon is a knife, a tiger-tooth saber.

It is not as famous as those multifunctional sabers in the Western world. The biggest feature of the Tiger Tooth Saber is that it is hard and fast.

After Teacher Xiao He's military factory finally got a steel-making furnace, Tang Dao could finally see his familiar and familiar military sword again.

Taking into account the places he must go to in the future, the Tiger Tooth Saber was designed and made into two main and auxiliary swords. One is a normal size, and the other is naturally a miniature version of the Tang Dao currently chewed in his mouth. It is easier to hide, but The killing effect is equally impressive.

Tang Dao always carries a military spur. Over time, it gives the impression that Tang Dao likes to use stabbing skills. Even Fujiwara Senxiong was deceived by him.

It wasn't until Tang Dao almost cut his carotid artery with a large cut that he realized that Tang Dao's knife skills were even more terrifying, even without using his hands.

He opened his mouth and took the knife in his hand. He shook his wrist slightly and played with the knife beautifully, then thrust it behind his back. The scabbard made of cooked cowhide that was firmly tied behind his shoulder fit perfectly and he put the knife away. .

Tang Dao, who had completely gained the upper hand, had obviously regarded Fujiwara Senio as a dead man, so he showed off his skills in front of him.

Fujiwara Senzuo almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

No wonder when he used his hand as a knife to chop Tang Dao's shoulder, he felt that Tang Dao's skin was tougher than cowhide. It turned out that this time he did not hide the weapon in his arms, but instead hid it behind his shoulder.

What he hit with his sword at that moment was a cooked cowhide strip. The real force that could fall on the Tang sword was extremely powerful.

Otherwise, how could Tang Dao's arm just dislocate? At that time, he almost suspected that his strength had become weaker after leaving the island.

Really, Tang Dao is simply the magic star in his life. Ever since meeting this person, the young leader in Japanese martial arts has felt a sense of self-doubt from time to time.

Te Liang's looks so much like love!

If he said what he was saying to Tang Dao, Tang Dao would probably not dare to use his venomous words anymore but would just go forward and kill him.

It was Tang Danzao's true wish to cripple Fujiwara Senzuo, but he never thought about bending this guy!

Of course, that's not scary. What's scary is that Tang Dao is so insidious that even if his arm is dislocated, he doesn't have to tie the knife to resist his hand knife. It wasn't until the last moment when both of them were exhausted that he used his last edge. .

This kind of character is truly the first person Fujiwara Senio has ever seen in his life.

Fortunately, he rolled up his sleeves to show himself that he was not armed. It turned out that he was just lying to a stupid boy again.

Fujiwara Senzuo, who figured this out, was pretty good, and he managed to hold back from spitting out blood to show his weakness in front of his lifelong enemy.

But Tang Dao is not a good person, or maybe he knows that Fujiwara Senio loves Beep the most, so he should be satisfied at this moment.

Grinning with a mouthful of white teeth, he said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fujiwara, I lied to you again. I didn't bring a bayonet, but I accidentally brought a knife. But I said that was not my intention. I don't know if you believe me.

We Chinese have a saying: When you go out, your wife tells you to drink less and eat more vegetables. If you meet a robber, chop him up."

"I don't believe you!" Fujiwara Zhanxiong widened his eyes to express his true thoughts.

In fact, he tried his best to suppress the blood in his chest that was about to burst out.

It is definitely not a good way to be angry and spit blood by the enemy. The young martial arts leader of the main island of Japan can't afford to lose face, even if it aggravates the injury.

"Well, Mr. Fujiwara, please rest assured, this is definitely my last weapon. However, if you don't tell me the location honestly, I may have to strip you, a little Japanese empire noble, naked, and hug the naked corpse of Major General Yamamoto, one in front and one behind, and the caption of the photo is three words------a martyr of love!" Tang Dao said leisurely.

It was said lightly, but the picture was full of feeling.

Baka! What do you want to do? Fujiwara Zhanxiong felt a strong sense of dizziness instantly.

Scared!

Really, with his understanding of Tang Dao, the possibility that he could do such a thing was as high as 80%.

As for whether Tang Dao was afraid of being retaliated by the Imperial Army, seeing his attitude of killing so many Imperial officers and soldiers as if cutting melons and vegetables, you know that he was afraid of nothing!

"Come on, admit defeat obediently, let me tie you up tightly. To be honest, Mr. Fujiwara, you are a great master. I really don't feel at ease if you don't tie it with this thing." Tang Dao said while pulling it out of his belt.

A thing that was thin but definitely a steel wire was pulled out of the belt.

The steel wire may not be more load-bearing than a thumb-thick hemp rope, but its thin physical properties are doomed. Once your hands are bound by it, the result of trying to break free by force is to be strangled directly.

"Wow!" Fujiwara Senxiong spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed in his heart: "Baga, you still say that's the last weapon?"

God knows what other weird things are on Tang Dao. This may be the biggest difference between him and Tang Dao. Tang Dao not only knows how to talk, but also has endless trump cards. No one knows what else he will take out to mess with people. For example, he can't wait to show off with a fine steel arm guard. In addition, the picture just described by Tang Dao is too vicious, so vicious that Fujiwara Senxiong's balls are cold just thinking about it.

Fujiwara Senxiong's fighting spirit disappeared. What martial arts practice, get out as far as you can! When he thought that he would be placed naked in the arms of another equally naked corpse by someone, and he was still a man, Fujiwara Senxiong would rather go to shit.

Escape, get away from Tang Dao, a demon without any moral integrity, as far as possible.

Although one leg was broken, Fujiwara Sen's great master, using both hands and one leg to push the ground, ran much faster than an ordinary person, and rushed into the forest like a mole.

However, in front of Tang Dao, who was not seriously injured, his speed was obviously ridiculous.

"Want to run? You are not obedient now. Come back to me first." Tang Dao took a few big steps forward and kicked Fujiwara Sen's crawling on the ground, making him fly up and hit a tree hard.

Fujiwara Sen's hand, who was knocked unconscious, just raised,

"I hit you for Lao Zheng." A fist as big as a bowl hit him in the face.

The muffled sound of "dong" made people's teeth sour.

Then there was blood splattering!

Fujiwara Sen's eyes and eyebrows were all cracked, and his appearance was extremely miserable.

But this was obviously not enough for Tang Dao. It was not that he was too thick-skinned. His punch could have been like Lu Zhishen's angry punch to Zhen Guanxi, with red, white, and purple colors.

"I punched on behalf of the 17th Division's friendly forces." Tang Dao took a step forward again and threw another fierce straight punch.

This punch hit Fujiwara Zhanxiong's fine steel arm guard, who subconsciously used his arms to protect his face.

However, for Tang Dao, who had already shown his temper, no matter whether you were made of fine steel or not, I was going to punch you flat.

The sound made by the intersection of fist and steel was very strange. Tang Dao's fist was bloody, and the knuckles were instantly torn apart.

The action of force is mutual. As the initiator, Tang Dao was so miserable. For the passive person, the consequences are obviously terrible just thinking about it.

Under this heavy blow, Fujiwara Sen's arms, which had been severely injured, could no longer withstand the huge force.

While the fine steel arm guard blocked Tang Dao's fist, the arm guard hit Fujiwara Sen's face fiercely.

"Ah!" Even with Fujiwara Sen's tenacity, he couldn't help but scream out in pain.

Blood splashed directly three feet high.

Fujiwara Sen's originally tall nose had almost become a flat surface, which was smashed by the fine steel arm guard carrying the power of Tang Dao's heavy punch.

In this world without medical beauty, even if Fujiwara Sen can live in the future, he can only have a flat face.

If he meets Tang Dao again, Tang Dao's words "Brother, where is your nose? Have you gone back to your hometown to see the cherry blossoms by yourself?" will probably make this guy angry.

"I kicked this on behalf of the brothers of the 80th Army."

"Winter" heard another muffled sound, and Tang Dao kicked out, hitting Fujiwara Senzuo's lower abdomen. The strong man, who was almost 1.9 meters tall, was kicked five or six meters away.

It can be seen how powerful Tang Dao's hateful blow is.

However, Fujiwara Senzuo is indeed a master, a real master of taking beatings.

After continuously experiencing heavy blows from the Tang Dao that could kill a strong bull with one punch or one kick, he was still like a cooked shrimp, hunching over and saying "Wow" only to vomit blood, while still waving his hands: "Stop, stop, Mr. Tang, Mr. Tang, listen to me."

"I heard from your Fujiwara family ancestors." What chance would Tang Dao give him? He roared and continued to move forward.

If you kill a snake, there will be trouble later. This is not only the plot in TV series, but a master like Fujiwara Senio cannot give him a chance.

"This is the map you want. If you come again, I will eat it." Fujiwara Senio suddenly took out a piece of paper with a topographic map from his military trouser pocket and said eagerly.

Even if the blood kept spurting out, the words had to be said coherently. Fujiwara Senzuo could only speak quickly like a machine gun, because if he didn't say it, he might not have the chance to say it.

Tang Dao's two punches and kicks weighed more than a thousand pounds, and his body, which had been tempered for many times, could no longer bear it. Let alone being beaten wildly by Tang Dao again, even after waiting for a minute or two, Fujiwara Senzuo felt that he was going to die.

"Eat it, I'm capable of digging it out of your esophagus." Tang Dao's eyes were cold, his feet staggered, and he continued to move forward.

"Tang Jun, the most you can get is a ball of paper pulp. Even if I am defeated, I can still survive for 20 seconds." Fujiwara Senzuo said bitterly with a gray face.

This Japanese martial arts genius may not have expected that one day, in order to survive, he would be able to speak so smoothly about being able to resist his opponent for 20 seconds, and more importantly, without any sense of shame.

Sure enough, it was right to let Tang Dao come up alone. How could he not be surrounded by Chinese people at such a humiliating moment?

Tang Dao suddenly stopped his steps and his eyes were as sharp as a knife: "Give me the map and I will give you a dignified death. I swear on the honor of a Chinese soldier!"

"Haha, Mr. Tang, do you think I will still believe your so-called oath!" Senio Fujiwara leaned against a big tree and barely stood still, with a sad smile on his face.

"But you have no other choice now." Tang Dao shook his head. "I will never make a promise to the reputation of Chinese soldiers easily. I always have and I still don't."

"Haha, Mr. Tang, someone like you who cares too much about friendship is not suitable to be a soldier. Didn't you ancient Chinese people say that? One general can make thousands of bones wither!" Seeing that Tang Dao was held by him again, Fujiwara Senzuo couldn't help but taunt him.

"Although you have joined the army and are a soldier, you have never understood the meaning of the word soldier. This is also the reason for your repeated failures, understand?" Tang Dao looked down at his military uniform and sighed. road.

"Especially when you split your troops into two groups while fleeing and used your subordinates as bait for your escape. Those who abandon their comrades fighting side by side are destined to be abandoned by fate."

Fujiwara Sen'o's face suddenly stiffened, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then a cold light flashed under the swollen eyelids on his miserable face: "Nonsense, it is their honor for subordinates to die for their superiors."

He clenched his hands violently, balled up the white paper in his hand, threw it towards a bush at the foot of the mountain, and laughed loudly: "Tang Jun, I have kept my promise to give you the map, but please continue to increase the number of your subordinates." Special training for warriors, otherwise if it falls into the hands of our special team again, you will be worried and helpless again, Mr. Tang. "

Tang Dao's eyes flashed, "You don't need to worry about a dying person. Before that, I'd better send you to meet your little devils who have dedicated their lives for you!"

"I'll thank you, Mr. Tang, for sending me off. Even if I die, I, Fujiwara Battler, will not die in your hands." When Tang Dao looked at the position where the paper ball fell, Fujiwara Battler suddenly laughed loudly.

When Tang Dao withdrew his eyes, he saw Fujiwara Senzuo exerting force on one leg, leaping back and turning over several times before jumping off the cliff only three or four meters away from him.

Tang Dao hurried over and saw that the cliff with a vertical angle of nearly 90 degrees was more than 200 meters long. Let alone a human being, even an ape would be destined to lose his body if he fell.

There was also a lush and dense forest under the cliff, and Fujiwara Senzuo's body could not be seen clearly for a while.

It would have been an extremely easy thing for Tang Dao to have the enemy of life and death commit suicide by jumping off a cliff like this.

Even though the life-and-death fight between the two people just lasted for only more than two minutes, Tang Dao used some insignificant skin injuries in exchange for severely injuring his opponent, and Tang Dao could be regarded as winning by crushing him, but in fact, Tang Dao himself knew in his heart that this The battle was definitely one of the most thrilling battles he had experienced since coming to this time and space, and it was even two points harder than the battle in Zhengcheng.

If Tang Dao hadn't learned the lesson after Zheng Cheng's assassination and made adequate preparations before setting off on this mission, not only preparing military spurs but also hiding special sabers and adding some gadgets, the result of this battle would have been It’s really hard to say.

Fujiwara Senzuo, who is becoming more and more tenacious in mind, is definitely the best master he has ever encountered in a single combat. Even Akatsuki may be a little inferior. If he is not careful, he will die with the enemy.

It's not that Tang Dao is afraid of death, but that he can't die yet. There are thousands of people in the Si Xing Regiment, and there are hundreds of thousands of Japanese troops watching eagerly outside the mountains. He has to accompany them to fight.

But, did that terrible opponent die like this?

Or, is it that the super master carefully cultivated by the Japanese martial arts tradition is willing to end his life like this?

Tang Dao stared at the foot of the mountain for a long time, put his hand into his mouth and whistled loudly, notifying the four people at the foot of the mountain to come up and join him, and then turned and walked towards the bushes where Fujiwara Sen'o threw the paper ball.

Tang Dao turned around, and a hint of coldness appeared at the corner of his mouth.

From the looks of it, it seems that after witnessing Fujiwara Sen'o jumping off the cliff to commit suicide, he was completely relaxed.

If Fujiwara Sen'o, who had already embarked on the road of no return, saw Tang Danzuo's expression, he might have the urge to jump back from the road of no return. What's the matter? This makes people die uneasy?

It can only be said that a person who has been beaten too many times will always have a better memory.