"Tell me, where are our comrades? And, where are Yamamoto Ichiki?"

Wang Yu kicked Watanabe, who was like a large shrimp, squatted down, leaned against Watanabe's head, stared at the latter, waiting for his response.

"Eight...Eight..." Watanabe's breath was so weak that he was breathless.

"Hey! Don't mess with relatives! I don't have you, an unfilial son!"

Wang Yu stood up with disgust, waved his hand and retreated.

Watanabe was stunned for a moment. After reacting, he became angry with smoke from seven orifices. He was already separated by Wang Chengzhu. He was so angry that he was so angry that he was twitching slightly at this moment, as if he was ejaculated, and squeezed out a few words from the corner of his mouth.

"Ba...Baga...Yalu!"

"Hey, this grandson is so angry! Bah, what grandson is so unlucky! Bah!"

Wang Yu spitted a few times, then looked at the only remaining member of the Japanese special attack team, showed a seemingly smiling expression, and walked forward.

However, when the Japanese saw Wang Yu's smile, they couldn't help but shivered.

When the Japanese thought of what Watanabe had just happened, the Japanese struggling with their hands, but seemed to notice that it was useless and their face became paler.

"Tell me where Yamamoto Ichiki works?"

Wang Yu asked the Japanese with a lie that he thought he was fluent.

The member of the Japanese special attack team looked pale and stared at Wang Yu fiercely, silent.

"Hahaha, he doesn't understand Chinese language. He won't say anything you ask him!"

Watanabe, who was curled up on the ground, calmed down, looked at Wang Yu's appearance, and felt a little ridiculous and laughed out loud.

Wang Yu didn't know whether it was self-deprecating or something, so he laughed, stood up, his expression gradually became cold, and he said in a cold voice:

"Since that's the case, he has no value."

As he said that, Wang Yu picked up a dagger filled with cold light on the ground and threw it at the Japanese!

Seeing this, although the members of the Japanese Special Attack Team looked fierce, they were full of despair at this moment and closed their eyes.

puff!

The dagger swept past and was inserted straight onto the ground.

Watching the Japanese, the rope tied with his hands fell to the ground.

The Japanese discovered all this and opened their eyes and showed a look of doubt.

Seeing this, Zhang Dabiao handed the Type 56 squad to Wang Chengzhu with a machine gun, threw the hat to the ground, rolled up his sleeves, spitted at his hands, made a move, hooked his fingers at the Japanese, and said:

"Come on, grandpa gives you a decent way to die!"

The Japanese reacted instantly, knowing that Wang Yu wanted to let go of him, a ruthless look suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he picked up the dagger on the ground and wanted to rush towards Zhang Dabiao.

Slap!

Suddenly, two gunshots rang through the sky, and then a loud shout came from afar.

"Li Yunlong is here, if you are not afraid of death, get out!"

After saying that, another sound of a thunderbolt gun was fired.

Then, there were bursts of shouts of killing from the gate of Heiyun Village, and a group of people in gray military uniforms rushed through the gate, like a group of hungry wolves, rushing into Heiyun Village!

This indomitable aura made the bandits who were already scared and scared to death, and they were even more dead. They dared not stop them. They had already escaped, and they had disappeared.

As for Xie Baoqing, the head of Heiyunzhai, he felt even weaker and trembled and retreated.

"Damn it, it's broken. The team leader is really the time to come!"

Wang Yu frowned and muttered.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Dabiao asked, then suddenly blurted out as if he had remembered something:

"Is it Political Commissar Zhao?"

Wang Yu nodded and said:

"Yes, the political commissar must have come too." As he said, he said with a little unwillingness to Watanabe and another Japanese devil:

"According to the political commissar's awareness, these two Japanese devils are decreed to be killed!"

Zhang Dabiao kept silent. He was an old Eighth Route Army. He naturally knew better than anyone else about the Eighth Route Army's policy of preferential treatment of prisoners. However, when he was with Li Yunlong on weekdays, he was used to thinking and doing it, so he naturally turned a blind eye to the policy.

Of course, this cannot be said that Zhang Dabiao has no military discipline. On the contrary, being able to become a battalion commander proves that his ideological and political awareness is very high.

But once saw the atrocities of the Japanese killing fellow villagers with their own eyes. Seeing his comrades and brothers around him lying under the guns of the Japanese, how could he be able to meet his enemies without any jealousy?

Watanabe understood what Wang Yu said, showed a sneer on his face, and shouted viciously at Wang Yu and Zhang Dabiao:

"Come on! You group of hateful Chinese pigs, kill me now and let me be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor!"

When everyone present heard this, they heard the anger of anger. A figure walked forward in two steps, grabbed Watanabe's collar, and wrote a big-eared post, beating and cursing.

"Damn, I'll let you taste what Dabi Duzi is today!"

After saying that, the crisp sound of slap continued.

The one who slapped Watanabe was not someone else, but Lin Zhiqiang, the staff member of the 358th Regiment of the Jinsui Army, was the one who dared to write about Yamamoto's ancestors!

As the combat staff of the 358th Regiment, Lin Zhiqiang's quality is remarkable in leading troops to fight and fighting, but as a peasant, he is a rough man in terms of cultural literacy, a pure blind man, and is completely the number one figure with Zhang Dabiao and Li Yunlong.

Therefore, in the face of Watanabe's insults, he naturally could not bear it. He immediately opened his bows left and right, and Watanabe, who had slapped one Buddha, one Buddha left his body, two Buddhas ascended to heaven, three views were not exactly the twitching of limbs, all five internal organs were cold, six spirits were not mastered, and all the bleeding from seven orifices was injured in all sides. He could not calm down for a long time, and once doubted life!

Seeing that his team leader was abused, the only Japanese devil was left without hesitation, and raised the dagger in his hand and rushed towards Lin Zhiqiang.

But before he could rush forward, he was blocked by someone.

When I looked closely, it was the third leader of Heiyun Village, Kuaidao Chen!

If you want to talk about this quick knife Chen, the whole family died at the hands of the Japanese, so he hated the Japanese with great hatred, and wished he could peel off the Japanese and break them into pieces.

The one who had no chance to take action just now, so he seized the opportunity and blocked the Japanese.

From a person's eyes, he can see his hatred towards a person.

So at this moment, Wang Yu saw the raging flames from the eyes of Quick Dao Chen. Although he didn't know what the latter had experienced, Wang Yu knew that the bandit in front of him would definitely hate the Japanese!

Therefore, Wang Yu did not stop Kuaidao Chen.

Seeing that the Eighth Route Army in front of him did not stop him, Chen Yi was worried that this opportunity he had finally seized and slipped away. After all, these Eighth Route Army said just now that they had a policy of preferential treatment of prisoners.

Immediately, Kuaidao Chen pulled out the Japanese command knife that he had been wearing around his waist, threw the scabbard to the ground, staring at the Japanese with scarlet eyes.
Chapter completed!