Chapter 4: The Fury of the Warrior King

The suddenly attacked little devils were thrown into chaos, and the villagers who had been driven into the pit saw the little devils crazily launching a massacre. After the initial shock, they all tried to climb out of the pit to escape in all directions

Bastards! A few little devils running this way saw Li Guotao and immediately raised their rifles to open fire.

At this moment, Li Guotao could already see the tragic scene in the big pit, where two to three hundred villagers had fallen in pools of blood, while the machine guns continued to roar. Li Guotao shouted loudly, and with a flick of his hand, the bayonet in his grasp shot out. Thirty meters away, a small Japanese soldier was crazily sweeping the pit with his machine gun. The sharp bayonet accurately pierced into the small soldier's back, entering without a handle, and directly pinned him to the ground. Li Guotao shouted loudly, and with a flick of his hand, the bayonet in his grasp shot out. Thirty meters away, a small Japanese soldier was crazily sweeping the pit with his machine gun. The sharp bayonet accurately pierced into the small soldier's back, entering without a handle, and directly pinned him to the ground.

Damn it! This little devil's reaction speed is quite good. As soon as he saw Li Guotao, he shouted and thrust his bayonet at him. But who is Li Guotao? How could he allow the little devil to stab him easily? He sidestepped effortlessly, dodging the little devil's bayonet, and swiftly disarmed him. Then, taking a step forward, he struck directly at the little devil's Adam's apple with his palm. Li Guotao's iron palms can easily break three bricks, so when they struck the little devil's throat, the outcome was predictable. The little devil's throat was instantly severed, and his rifle fell to the ground. His hands instinctively clutched his throat, his eyes widened in shock, and blood began to pour from his mouth in large spurts as his body involuntarily fell backward.

"I insult you all! I came here specifically to insult you!" Li Guotao said with a cold smile, "Now I give you a chance, all of you attack together! Within one minute, if you cannot deal with you bunch of beasts, I will write my surname backwards!"

"Bastards!" Yamamoto Jiro let out a low growl upon seeing this. He had originally intended to kill all the villagers who dared to insult the Imperial Japanese Army. Now, seeing them attempt to flee, and having just lost several soldiers, Yamamoto Jiro was already furious and would not let them escape easily. He pointed his command knife towards the pit and loudly ordered, "Kill them all, not a single one can escape!"

"Baga yaru! You dare to insult our Imperial Japanese Army, you will die a miserable death!" Yamada Jiro shouted angrily.

At this moment, the deputy gunners had already replaced the gunners who had been killed. Upon hearing the command from the commander, they all pulled the trigger and began to fire wildly at the crowd in the pit. The nearby Japanese soldiers also took out grenades, removed the safety pins, struck them against their helmets, and threw them into the pit.

At that moment, two enemy soldiers charged into the alley, and Li Guotao's rifle had already run out of ammunition. With no time to reload, Li Guotao threw the rifle away. The two rifles flew through the air like javelins, the gleaming bayonets at the front accurately piercing the chests of the two enemy soldiers.

With a wave of his hand, Yamada Jiro had more than thirty little devils carefully surround Li Guotao. Li Guotao cast a cold glance at the little devils and, gritting his teeth, coldly said, "I originally did not want to speak with you beasts, as you are not worthy of conversing with me. However, your actions have thoroughly enraged me. I not only intend to kill you, but I will also have you suffer a thousand cuts, making your lives worse than death!"

However, Li Guotao did not stop; his body glided past the five little devils like a ghost, and the bayonet in his hand directly severed their throats. The five little devils clutched their throats, from which blood gushed out, and fell to the ground. In just two or three seconds, another six little devils met their end at Li Guotao's hands

Beside him, a Japanese officer named Cao raised the command knife in his hand and swung it towards Li Guotao's head. Li Guotao swiftly grabbed the officer's arm, and with a crack, he broke the officer's wrist. The officer let out a scream akin to that of a slaughtered pig. At that moment, Li Guotao had already skillfully seized the command knife from the officer, the sharp blade now pressed against the officer's neck. With his other hand, he expertly retrieved the officer's pistol from his waist and fired several shots, causing several Japanese soldiers to fall to the ground.

Li Guotao shouted loudly and instantly dashed to the mouth of the alley, just in time to collide head-on with several rushing Japanese soldiers

Li Guotao did not evade; instead, he charged directly towards the enemy, his figure as agile as a raccoon, effortlessly dodging the bullets that were shot at him. As he felt the bullets whizzing past him, Li Guotao sensed his blood boiling instantly.

"You little devils, listen carefully! Don't you claim to uphold some nonsense about the spirit of the samurai? I am giving you a chance right now; do you dare to duel with me in the way of a samurai?" Li Guotao shouted loudly at the Japanese soldiers, with a military knife pressed against the neck of Captain Cao. Li Guotao spoke these words in Japanese. As an excellent special forces soldier, it is essential to master several foreign languages. Li Guotao's talent in languages can only be considered average, but he has basically mastered several foreign languages including English, French, Japanese, Russian, and German.

Da da da ... ... Hong hong hong! Li Guotao heard the sound of machine guns and intense explosions coming from not far away, and immediately realized what was happening. His eyes turned blood red, and the murderous aura around him intensified, resembling an enraged lion. He roared loudly, "Little devils! I curse your ancestors for eight generations!" While shouting angrily, he charged towards the mouth of the alley.

Li Guotao glanced again at the situation in the large pit; all the villagers associated with the - map - book had already fallen into a pool of blood. Although a few were still struggling in pain, groaning, it seemed that their injuries were too severe, and they were likely not going to survive.

At this moment, the more than thirty little devils remaining had all raised their guns, aiming their muzzles at Li Guotao. However, since Li Guotao had a hostage in his hands, they did not open fire

"Kill!" Li Guotao let out a roar filled with rage. In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance of several meters. Before the enemy could pull the bolt for a second shot, Li Guotao had already charged forward. His two iron fists struck directly against the chests of the two enemies, causing their chests to cave in significantly. Their bodies involuntarily flew backward, and they spewed forth a stream of dark red blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Yamada Jiro emerged from behind the truck with a sullen expression, casting a glance at Li Guotao, his eyes revealing profound fear. In just a minute, twenty excellent soldiers of the Empire of Japan had perished at the hands of this man. This fellow was nothing short of a devil! Yamada Jiro truly wanted to disregard everything and order the devil to be shot dead, but the dignity of a samurai compelled him to abandon this thought