Oshima Sousuke gripped the broken sword in his hand, his face as pale as snow.

He could hardly believe that the samurai sword in his hand, meticulously crafted by a swordsmith, had been broken in a direct confrontation.

The weapon used by the opponent was similar to his own sword. If he weren't on the battlefield, he would have suspected that the person in front of him came from Japan and was holding a large katana made in Japan.

"Watch out! Oshima!"

As an urgent shout rang out, a bead of sweat dripped from Oshima Sousuke's brow. In his rapidly contracting pupils, the enemy before him had already unleashed his next strike with lightning speed.

Ono Jiro hurriedly leaped up, trying to stop him.

Oshima Sousuke turned and walked away, trying to avoid him.

Qi Jiguang's face was ashen. He took a step forward, which brought him closer to Oshima Sousuke.

The Qi Family Blade in his hand had already been swung out, and its extremely long blade shortened the distance once again.

The silver blade sliced ​​through the sky, and a streak of light flashed in Oshima Sousuke's panicked eyes.

His figure, which was about to turn and run away, suddenly froze, his feet seemingly locked, and he stood motionless on the ground.

A trickle of blood seeped from Oshima Sousuke's neck, and then his body swayed slightly.

Immediately, the head slid off the neck and fell to the ground.

When his head hit the ground, his body was still standing. The cut flesh in his neck was smooth, and even the cut in the cervical bone, which was covered by flesh, was smooth.

His body crashed to the ground only after a large amount of bright red blood gushed from his severed neck.

As it hit the ground, another clanging sound of metal striking metal rang out.

"Clang!"

Enraged, Ono Jiro slashed at Qi Jiguang with his sword.

A burst of sparks flew from the two men's swords. Ono Jiro took a step back, twisted his body, and swung his sword again. This time, it was no longer a slash, but a sweeping strike from bottom to top.

Qi Jiguang remained calm, his body still bent over. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with his other hand and held the blade across his chin.

With a "crack", the two knives clashed again.

Ono Jiro's eyes narrowed as a shard of debris flew past his face.

Those were the chipped fragments from his own katana. He was suddenly shocked to realize that the enemy's sword had not been fully sharpened!

My own strike landed a few inches in front of the hilt of his sword, where the blade was not sharpened, which is why my sword had a nick.

The enemy's knife is really too strange!

"hiss--"

Jiro Ono took a deep breath and quickly took several steps back to increase the distance between them.

"Your knife, is it from..." Before he could finish his roar, Qi Jiguang had already bent down and caught up, giving Ono Jiro no chance to catch his breath, and swept his knife across!

At that distance, he swept the blade towards Ono Jiro with the sharpened tip.

Ono Jiro quickly parried with his sword.

"Zheng—"

A long, drawn-out humming sound rang out as the Qi family sword slashed across the samurai sword.

Until a "bang" sounded.

Ono Jiro's sword, like Oshima Sousuke's, broke in two!

Before the flying broken sword had fully fallen, Ono Jiro, his face pale, didn't care about anything else and hurriedly threw the half of the broken sword in his hand forward!

This interrupted Qi Jiguang's next attack, and he dodged the broken blade by turning to the side.

Jiro Ono seized the opportunity and drew the sword from his waist, which belonged to the lieutenant named "Hayakawa".

"Xinei!"

Ono Jiro never intended to run away. At this moment, he was burning with rage. Even if he died, he would kill the person in front of him as well!

At least, I died for His Majesty the Emperor and for Japan!

He took a few quick steps, his face contorted with rage, and slashed at Qi Jiguang with his sword. Qi Jiguang coldly swung his sword, the long and narrow Qi family sword moving forward like a dragon, but the direction it was slashing was not Ono Jiro's samurai sword!

An inch longer, an inch stronger – this principle holds true throughout history on the battlefield.

With a "thud," the sharp blade severed Ono Jiro's right arm at the joint!

The moment his arm was slashed, Ono Jiro's eyes narrowed and he gasped.

At this moment, his left hand was still gripping the knife handle, and a sharp pain came from his right arm, with blood gushing out from the joint cut like a fountain.

Ono Jiro appeared to be insane. He gritted his teeth and suddenly swung his right arm forward, spraying a large amount of blood onto Qi Jiguang's face!

At the same time, he wielded the knife with one arm and slashed down again, determined to drag his enemies down to hell with him.

Ignoring the blood splattered on his face, Qi Jiguang merely narrowed his eyes, then twisted his body and slashed with his sword from the left.

The knife struck Ono Jiro's left arm with pinpoint accuracy.

This time, the cut wasn't made at the left elbow joint, but rather at the left arm; Jiro Ono's entire left arm was severed at the root!

At this moment, Ono Jiro's hands had been cut off, turning him into a human stump!

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

Even though he had already clenched his teeth and even bit his tongue until it bled, losing another arm brought a wave of pain, and Ono Jiro let out an uncontrollable scream.

The Japanese soldiers beside them were unable to come to their aid; they were being overwhelmed by other enemies, who were also armed with similar weapons.

Compared to the eleven-man squads, this enemy force armed only with knives seemed far more terrifying.

Every time they strike, they leave their victims mutilated, their deaths gruesome and horrific.

Jiro Ono, who had been chopped into a human stump, was in excruciating pain, his brain buzzing. He desperately wanted to suppress this "shameful" scream, which he considered an extremely humiliating sound.

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