Check in from the bright sword

However, Wang Yan used dozens of catties of chili noodles in this canyon, and the result can be imagined.

As long as you inhale a little bit of chili powder, it will cause severe irritation of the respiratory tract and cause a severe cough. However, after coughing, you need to inhale, and inhale a lot, and then you will inhale more chili powder, and then you will Cause more severe coughing, this is an endless loop that cannot be untied.

Many devils coughed to death in this way.

The devil was already dead, but Wang Yan still raised the knife and pierced the devil's throat.

Wang Yan didn't stab the heart, because stabbing the heart would inevitably pierce the devil's military uniform. It would be a pity to pierce a good coat.

Wang Yan did not forget to remind others: "Don't stab your heart! Brand new coats and cloaks, it would be a pity if they are torn! Especially this cloak, which is made of canvas material, is rainproof!"

Sun Desheng did not forget to remind Wei Dayong: "Monk, don't you fucking play tricks on me. If you deliberately slaughter a good army horse as a wounded horse, I will never end with you!"

In addition to more than 100 devils, there are more than a hundred soldiers and horses in the canyon.

The endurance of military horses is stronger than that of devils, but there are still many military horses that were burned to death or burned.

Slightly injured military horses can be cured, but some seriously injured military horses cannot be cured by law, so they can only be killed and eaten.

Wei Dayong is the most active in killing horses, because if you kill horses, you will eat meat. Monk Hua likes meat the most.

When Sun Desheng spoke, Wei Dayong just raised his bayonet and was about to stab a military horse in the heart.

But after hearing Sun Desheng's warning, Wei Dayong subconsciously let go of his left hand, and the army horse that was pinned down by him immediately stood up and shook its huge head.

"You bastard, you really dare!"

"Are those horses all right?"

"Old Wang, you don't care about whoever cares about you!"

"Damn it, don't touch Lao Tzu's horse again!"

"Go away as far as I can, go away!"

Sun Desheng saw it, and immediately cursed.

Because Wei Dayong did something wrong, he rarely dared to talk back.

Otherwise, with Wei Dayong's personality, he would have turned back with a fist.

But Wei Dayong was never a loser. After being angry with Sun Desheng, he turned around and threw his anger on the devils. Several dead devils were stabbed into sieves by him.

Good coats and cloaks were ripped apart.

When he was about to stab the sixth devil's corpse, he suddenly found that the saber in the devil's hand looked different, and there was actually a delicate chrysanthemum pattern engraved on the handle.

Wei Dayong instinctively realized that this was a precious saber.

At that moment, Wei Dayong bent down to snatch the knife from the devil's hand.

As a result, the devil held it so tightly that he couldn't take it off.

Wei Dayong exerted his strength to grab the second time, and the devil actually woke up with his eyes open.

"Baga!" The devil couldn't help but punch him after he woke up.

"Looking for death!" Wei Dayong suddenly opened his eyes wide and punched him too.

"Crack!" The two fists collided in the air, making a muffled sound like beating leather.

The bodies of the two leaned back at the same time, but the extent of the devil's back was obviously larger. Obviously, he was obviously at a disadvantage in the ruthless confrontation just now.

But even so, the devil still clings to the saber tightly.

"Come again!" Wei Dayong yelled violently, and punched him again.

The devil also didn't give in, and punched Wei Dayong without any tricks.

However, after two punches, the devil's strength was obviously exhausted. When Wei Dayong's third punch came, the devil had no strength to block and could only watch.

"Monk, save yourself!" Wang Yan shouted suddenly.

Wang Yan didn't know why he wanted to keep him alive, but he instinctively felt that it might be useful to keep this devil.

Hearing Wang Yan's roar, Wei Dayong's fist turned into a palm, and he slapped the devil's right temple heavily. The devil let out a muffled groan and passed out.

Wang Xikui hurried over, took off the leggings and tied up the devil.

Wei Dayong asked puzzledly: "Captain, why do you want to keep alive?"

"Bullshit." Wang Yan said angrily, "Our Eighth Route Army never kills prisoners of war."

Wei Dayong curled his lips, obviously disapproving of this, but he didn't dare to talk back after all, but carefully put away the devil's saber, and wiped it again and again with his sleeve.

Wang Yan couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and said, "Chrysanthemum pattern? A saber bestowed by the Emperor of Japan!"

"Captain, this is mine!" Wei Dayong hugged the general saber tightly, "You are not allowed to snatch it!"

"I won't grab it, I'll just take a look." Wang Yan said with a smile, "Let me take a look."

"You can't even look at it." Wei Dayong shook his head like a rattle.

Chapter 40

Huting stronghold.

It wasn't until dinner time that the No. 1 Cavalry Squadron, which had gone out to hunt down the Chinese cavalry, hadn't returned to the stronghold, and Kuroshima Morita finally realized that something might have happened.

Kuroshima Morita knew what happened.

Before Yuan Yiyong chased and killed the Chinese cavalry, he sent signal soldiers back to the stronghold to report to him.

At that time, after Kuroshima Morita received the report, he did not pay attention to it, because in his opinion, there were only two Chinese cavalrymen, and they did not pose a threat to the 1st Cavalry Squadron.

If nothing else, the 1st Cavalry Squadron should have completed its mission and returned long ago.

However, the fact is that the 1st Cavalry Squadron has not returned until now, so something must have happened.

At that moment, Kuroshima Morita gathered the entire cavalry regiment, and then followed the traces left by Yuan Squadron all the way.

After tracking for more than ten miles, I finally came to the canyon where Yuan Squadron was ambushed.

At this time, Wang Yan and Sun Desheng had already cleaned the battlefield.

Under the illumination of the torch, Kuroshima Morita saw the corpses of Japanese soldiers all over the canyon at a glance.

The corpses were neatly arranged in a row, but their cloaks, overcoats, winter uniforms, military boots and even shirts were all stripped off, leaving only a pair of loincloths for each person.