Leitao charged into the thick of the fray, locked his eyes on a Japanese soldier locked in combat with a Sichuan Army soldier, and swung his heavy machete high, bringing it down with immense force. The blade whistled through the air like the screech of the Grim Reaper. Even before the steel touched him, the Japanese soldier felt a bone-chilling cold, as if Death himself had fixed his gaze upon him. With a sharp "shhh-ing" sound, the machete sliced into the soldier's shoulder as easily as a knife cutting through tofu. High-voltage electricity instantly surged along the blade, causing the Japanese soldier to convulse violently. He let out a heart-wrenching, agonizing scream. His weapon clattered to the ground as his body shook uncontrollably, his eyes wide with terror and despair.
Leitao did not pause for a second; he pulled his machete free with fluid, effortless precision. He lunged toward another Japanese soldier nearby, moving like a god of war on the battlefield. His strikes were swift and ferocious; every time his blade descended, a Japanese soldier was either gravely wounded or killed. Blood sprayed under the sunlight like blooming flowers of death. With his intervention, the pressure on the Sichuan Army Reconnaissance Squad eased significantly, and the soldiers’ morale surged; they felt the strength Leitao brought, as if they finally had a solid wall at their backs. Fighting alongside Leitao, they grew bolder and more formidable, countering the bayonets of the Japanese…
Chapter 82