In the Japanese prisoner-of-war camp, there were towering walls and bunkers, and patrol posts were everywhere, which was very vigilant.

A group of soldiers in light yellow uniforms were driven out of prison by the Japanese. They were the national army units that were previously captured by the Japanese.

It was cold and the water dripped into ice, but the captured soldiers were wearing thin clothes and trousers, walking barefoot on the cold ground.

Many soldiers had swollen hands and feet, covered with frostbite.

Obviously, the Japanese did not treat them with people, but were more like domestic animals that were nilty-fried and were driven out to slaughter at any time.

Among the captives, one of them was tall, well-proportioned, and did not look strong. He had six ring scars on his bare head.

It is Wei Monk Wei Dayong!

While walking, Wei Dayong observed the surrounding sentry and walls from the corner of his eyes, remembering them firmly in his heart, hoping that he could find an opportunity to escape from here.

After being driven into a yard, standing in front of them were a group of Japanese devils wearing dark yellow vests and black steel helmets.

These little Japanese devils are all strong and strong, and they are well-trained at first glance, which makes people dare not underestimate them.

Saito, the leader of this combat team, glanced at the prisoners of war and said to them:

"Chinese prisoners of war, I will give you a chance to survive. You can attack an unarmed Japanese soldier in groups of three with short swords at the same time."

"If you kill him, you can release it immediately!"

"It depends on whether you Chinese soldiers have the courage!"

"Watanabe, come!"

After Saito finished speaking, he waved his hand to a member of the special forces team.

"Hi!"

The Japanese devils named Watanabe walked onto the field, threw out three bayonets about a foot long, and inserted them straight on the ground, sarcastically looking at the prisoners in the field.

"I'm willing to do it, is there anyone with me?"

A soldier spoke and glanced around.

His name is Wang Wu. He practiced boxing for several years before joining the army. It was no problem to deal with one or two Japanese devils on weekdays, so he had a lot of confidence in himself.

"I'm the one who is the one who is a kid, so be careful!"

Another person stood up, named Zhao Yuan.

Although he knows martial arts, he is born with great strength and is no problem to lift a stone worth 300 kilograms.

"Actually, I'm dead anyway, so it's better to go on a stubborn battle!"

The last soldier stood up, named Cheng Qi. He had no special skills, only full of passion and anger.

"Okay, I'm lucky. The three of us can live a few more days. If we are not lucky, we will be on the road together and we can take care of it on the road!"

Wang Wu, who knows boxing, said gritting his teeth.

After saying that, the three of them picked up the bayonet on the ground, held it in their hands, and rushed towards the Japanese in the field.

Wang Wu, who knows boxing, led the way, and the bayonet in his hand slashed at the Japanese who were three steps away.

The Japanese were calm and turned around and kicked him.

Wang Wu was shocked. Unexpectedly, the Japanese were calm in front of his bayonet. They even used attack as their defense and hurriedly wanted to withdraw the bayonet that was stabbed, but it was still too late.

The Japanese attacks first and then came, and the military boots with shoe nails kicked him hard on the chest.

In an instant, Wang Wu felt like he was hit by a bull, and his sternum was ripped out with great force, his sternum was clattering, his tendons were broken, and his chest collapsed.

His body flew out like a tattered sack, landed heavily on the ground, fainting.

At this moment, Cheng Qi had already arrived and the bayonet in his hand slashed at the Japanese's neck.

The Japanese took advantage of the autumn wind to sweep the fallen leaves. While leaning over to avoid the bayonet, they fucked Cheng Qi with a sweeping leg, and then kicked the latter's head with a kick!

You should know that the military boots of the Japanese Special Forces not only have steel nails similar to those of hiking shoes, but also the lining of the toes of the shoes is made of steel plates, and the truck can be rolled intact!

So, with this kick, half of Cheng Qi's head collapsed, and blood gushed, and he could not die anymore.

Although Zhao Yu was born with great strength, his movements were not as quick as the previous two, and he rushed forward at this moment.

Watanabe kicked up and kicked Zhao Yuan hard in the chest. The hiking nail on the sole of the shoe pierced into the latter's flesh.

Watanabe's face changed slightly. The broken tendons and bones that were expected did not appear. On the contrary, a huge force appeared on his leg, shaking his flying body away.

Staggering back a few steps, Watanabe put away his underestimation and came forward again, whipping his leg hard at Zhao Yuan's head.

Seeing this, Zhao Yu gritted his teeth and did not dodge, and his waist and horse were united. His bare toes snatched the ground hard, stabbing his body hard, preparing to take the attack head-on.

But the movements in his hand did not pause. The bright bayonet was cold and sharp, stabbing the Japanese in the chest.

His idea was very simple. He knew that he was no match for the Japanese devils, so he fought for his life and died together.

bite!

The bayonet stabbed the Japanese in the chest. The expected puncture did not appear, but instead made a metal collision sound.

Zhao Yu's face changed drastically, and he didn't understand why.

But the Japanese whip legs were already coming with a slurred sound of wind, thrusting heavily on his neck.

The huge force made him unstable, his eyes turned black and he fell to the ground with his back.

Watanabe was cruel and ruthless. He succeeded with one blow, but did not stop the movement in his hand. He flew up and his knees fell heavily on Zhao Yuan's chest.

Zhao Yu's sternum shattered instantly, blood gushed from his mouth, and he fainted.

"Yaxi!"

Saito clapped his hands and praised with pleasure.

Watanabe got up, turned Ka's neck, his bones clattered, and a bloodthirsty look of excitement appeared on his face.

It seemed as if killing these three people didn't take much effort, it was just a warm-up.

Wang Wu and the other two were so stunned that they died, they were dragged down by the Japanese, leaving only blood on the ground.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

Three gunshots echoed, and the captured soldiers were all scared.

The Japanese were cruel and ruthless, and they didn't even let go of the fainted soldiers. They dragged them down and shot them again!

"Who else?"

Saito stepped forward and shouted with a sneer.

The captured soldiers bowed their heads one after another.

It’s not that they lack courage, but that the Japanese are too despicable.

It was cold and they were wearing thin clothes and standing barefoot on the cold ground.

And what about the Japanese?

Wearing a steel helmet, cutting-proof gloves in his hands, and steel nails and military boots in his feet. Even the clothes he wore and bayonets could not be worn through. It was armed to his teeth.

Although one to three, is it really fair?

It was just that I wanted to use their bodies to boast about the strength of my warrior spirit.

Seeing that no one came out, Saito sneered:

"Are you soldiers? I think you are just a group of sheep waiting to be killed!"

"I would rather die cowardly than sacrifice my life. People without blood are not worthy of being soldiers!"

Faced with his aggressive generals, the prisoners closed their eyes and turned a deaf ear.
Chapter completed!