In a ravine less than three kilometers away from Zhengtai Road, Huang Yu looked anxious. He looked up at the mountain pass, hoping that the three squad leaders would come back soon.
He only knew that Wei Dayong escaped from a prisoner of war camp near Zhengtai Road, but he did not know where the prisoner of war camp was.
He had sent three squads of the assault platoon out for almost ten days, and they came back twice, but they didn't bring back any good news.
If nothing else, Wei Dayong should escape from the prisoner of war camp in the next few days.
If the specific location of the prisoner of war camp cannot be determined yet and if defenses are set up in advance, it is very likely that one will miss Wei Dayong.
"Platoon leader, I found out something!" Deputy platoon leader Zhong Chengjun hurriedly reported to Huang Yu.
"Starting three days ago, a large number of gunshots were heard from the Zhuma Village stronghold every day. After receiving the news, I went to listen to it. The gunshots were exactly the same as the submachine guns we equipped!"
"I also heard a piece of news from the people nearby!"
"One afternoon four days ago, four trucks entered the Zhuma Village stronghold and left half an hour later..."
"That's right!" Huang Yu said with a sigh of relief.
"The Zhuma Village stronghold was built by the Japanese with more than 200 prisoners of war. After the construction was completed, the prisoners of war did not leave, as if they were to be organized into puppet troops!"
"The Japanese special forces must have wanted to use those prisoners of war to train troops, so they hurried to the Zhuma Village stronghold!"
"Let the three infantry squads withdraw immediately. Starting tomorrow, we will focus on monitoring the Zhuma Village stronghold. We will try to capture a few prisoners and find out the true situation in the stronghold, and then report it to the regiment headquarters!"
"Get up, stand up for me..." At the Zhuma Village stronghold, a puppet platoon leader cursed and shouted to the two dozen prisoners of war in the room.
"You guys are just out of luck today, the imperial army wants to see you..."
"As long as you pass the Imperial Army's assessment, not only can you leave, but the Imperial Army will also reward each of you with five pieces of ocean..."
Wei Dayong, whom Huang Yu wanted to rescue, stayed among these prisoners. He hid all his martial arts. He looked just like the other prisoners, listless and weak...
After following the puppet platoon leader to the training ground, five Japanese soldiers wearing body armor and holding submachine guns stood motionless in front of them, looking at them like hunters looking at surplus, full of desire.
Wei Dayong knew at a glance that these Japs were extremely skilled.
The translator said a few words to the Japanese around him with a flattering smile, then strode up to the twenty prisoners of war.
"Listen up, the imperial army has decided to give you a chance to leave here!"
"No matter who it is, as long as they can defeat the first five imperial armies, they will not only be able to leave, but they will also receive a five-yuan silver reward..."
"Those who want to challenge the imperial army to leave here take the initiative to sign up. If you miss this village, you won't be able to find that store!"
"I'll do it..." A middle-aged man mustered up the courage to stand up.
Wei Dayong knew him. Like himself, he was a squad leader in the army. He had practiced martial arts for several years, and his skills should be considered top-notch among the twenty prisoners of war.
A Japanese soldier stood up at the same time and went towards the middle-aged man to kill him before he could take action.
"Bang bang..." The two people quickly fought together, but the middle-aged man was obviously not as ruthless as the Japanese...
In less than ten seconds, the dagger in the devil's hand pierced the middle-aged man's chest!
"Who else stands up to challenge the imperial army, and if you win, you will be rewarded with five yuan, and leave the stronghold!" The Japanese translator seemed to have expected this scene, and continued as he looked at the frightened prisoners of war.
"I'll do it..." Another young man stood up.
"Anyway, we're all going to die. Maybe if we're lucky, we can get a kid to back us up!"
"If I want to challenge him, he has to carry his head on both shoulders. If you don't believe me, you can't kill him!" Another young man stood up among the prisoners.
"If you fight for one, you will earn a profit; if you fight for two, you will earn one!" A fourth young man stepped forward.
The kid who stood up was very arrogant and waved directly to the three of them: "You three come together..."
"Chichi..."
The sharp dagger soon understood the life of a young man. Just as the Japs were fighting with the remaining two prisoners of war, a voice suddenly came from among the prisoners: "Brothers, the Japs want to use us for military training... Anyway, we will all die. If you follow
They fought hard!”
Those who would rather work as coolies than be prisoners of the puppet army still have a trace of blood in them. When someone incites them, the blood rushes to their hearts, and they scream and rush towards the Japanese around them.
Several Japanese special forces did not fire.
In their eyes, the more fiercely the prisoners of war fight, the better the effect of their military training.
Each one of them rushed towards the group of prisoners at the same time, as if they had been given blood, and decided to kill all the prisoners of war in the yard with daggers.
Wei Dayong took the opportunity to take action, taking three steps and two steps at a time, and quickly rushed towards the Japanese officer on the side.
Use all your strength to punch the opponent on the head.
The Japanese officer died on the spot and fell to the ground with an expression of despair.
Wei Dayong quickly took out the helmet from the officer's waist, turned on the safety, and pulled the trigger on the two nearby Japanese soldiers. He fired while running towards the wall next to the yard...
This sudden surprise startled the other Japanese soldiers around, especially the machine gunner not far away.
He quickly adjusted his shooting angle and prepared to fire at Wei Dayong.
But the training ground has become a mess, with special forces, prisoners... all in a massacre. If you open fire rashly, you will definitely injure your own people.
In the chaotic crowd, there were also other prisoners of war who grabbed the Japs' guns and started firing at the surrounding Japs, making the training ground even more chaotic..."
Wei Dayong seized the opportunity and, like a monkey, quickly climbed over the courtyard wall and escaped from the Zhuma Village stronghold!
"Baga, someone ran out..." A Japanese officer saw the fleeting figure of Wei Dayong on the wall, pointed at a puppet platoon leader, and gave an order.
"Take two squads and go out in pursuit immediately. We must kill this prisoner!"
"Bang bang..." Wei Dayong fired twice, killing the Japanese soldier who was following closely...
But the puppet army received a death order. If they returned to the stronghold empty-handed, they would still get no good results.
Regardless of the comrade who was killed just now, he continued to pursue forward with his gun...
"Papa..."
Wei Dayong continued to fire, but the ammunition capacity of the pistol was limited. As soon as he ran two kilometers away from the stronghold, all eight bullets were fired. He had to hide behind a big rock, preparing to wait for the puppet soldiers to rush in and kill them through hand-to-hand combat.
"Da da da……"
Wei Dayong was gearing up and preparing to jump out for action when a string of machine gun fire suddenly sounded from the mound not far away.
