...The monks and the others now finally understand why the little devil gathered them here.
The translator just now made it very clear, allowing them to conduct unarmed combat training with these little devils in front of them.
Monk, Howitzer, and Dong San frowned. They had actually heard that the Japs even used live prisoners of war for assassination training.
Let those Japanese soldiers who have never been on the battlefield kill people and practice their courage to stimulate their bloodiness.
I just didn't expect that it would be my turn.
What surprised the monk was that he had heard that the Japanese generally used prisoners of war for training. The Japanese had bayonets, while the prisoners had bare hands. They were clearly sent to be killed by the Japanese.
There seemed to be something different in front of me. Listening to what the Japs translated, these little Japs in front of me were going to fight with them prisoners of war with bare hands. They even said that they could give the prisoners a short knife.
This is really strange. Is it stupidity or blind confidence?
The monk looked carefully in the secret, and he found that the Japs in front of him seemed very different. He saw confidence, arrogance, indifference, cruelty in the calm eyes of the Japs...
The Japanese translator continued to speak, trying to use the provocation method to stimulate the bloody nature of these national army prisoners.
"Are you soldiers? Can you still be called soldiers? In our opinion, you are just a group of cowardly, pitiful, humble guys. You don't even have the courage to stand up and resist. What kind of soldiers are you?"
"I see cowardice in you, cowardice deep in your bones. Are all Chinese people so cowardly? The sick man of East Asia is indeed not a myth.
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All kinds of ugly words.
Those who can be sent here are all "thorns" among the prisoners. At least they are not willing to surrender to the Japanese and become traitors. They are somewhat bloody in their hearts. The Japanese are so exciting, so naturally some people want to come forward.
Howitzer saw the difference between this group of Japs and said quickly, "Young Japs, that sounds nice. You just want us to be our sparring partners, but why don't you let us have something to eat? You haven't eaten in almost two days."
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"That's right, that's right——"
The soldiers started making noise.
The Japanese translator sneered and said, "If you want to eat, you can, as long as you can defeat your opponent."
Now the temptation is big enough. First it was insulting and exciting, but now you can still have something to eat if you win.
The two captive soldiers, one on the left and one on the right, stood up almost at the same time.
The two of them are quite bloody. Since they were captured and did not choose to surrender, it would be worthwhile to kill a little devil before they die.
The two people who stood up at the same time saw each other and were startled for a moment, as if they wanted to be humble. One of them was about to squat down again.
A dark-faced Japanese man walked out from the opposite side. He looked young, waved to the two of them, and spoke fluent Chinese: "You can take them together, and there is a short knife!"
Playing for real?
The three monks were a little confused.
The two captive soldiers didn't think too much. There was no need to talk about moral principles with the little Japanese. Since the little Japanese was looking for death, they couldn't be blamed.
The two of them picked up the dagger that had been thrown to the ground by the Japs, and even tacitly agreed to outflank the black-faced Japs from the left and right.
The monk could tell that these two prisoners were definitely veterans. Their attacks were well planned and their cooperation was quite tacit. The two daggers greeted the Japanese at the same time, one attacking directly on the upper three routes and the other on the lower three routes. p>
Concentrated gazes gathered over them. Even if they became prisoners, these captive soldiers hoped that the Chinese could defeat the Japanese and restore some dignity of the soldiers.
When the short knife was close to the black-faced devil's body, the black-faced devil suddenly moved.
Quick!
This black-faced devil's reaction speed is extremely fast.
Taking action is a killing move.
While his left foot quickly stepped on the dagger coming from the left, his right foot quickly jumped into the air. Before the dagger coming from the right could get close, he kicked the opponent in the heart. Without stopping, he jumped forward.
He got close to the other opponent who was stepping on the dagger. While stepping on the dagger, he stepped forward and, with his hands intertwined, he violently broke the opponent's neck.
In the blink of an eye.
The two captured soldiers who took the lead in the battle were killed and the other seriously injured.
Quiet——
Compared to the battlefield, the moment of deathly silence is more terrifying.
The prisoners of the national army finally came back to their senses from death. This was not a simple fight, it was clearly a massacre!
Stand up and challenge these devils, failure means death.
But the prisoners are not stupid either. How can these Japs in front of them be ordinary Japs?
Two on one, still holding a short sword, the Japanese are bare-handed, and the national army is no match, so how can they fight?
The shadow of death instantly shrouded the hearts of the national army prisoners.
For a while, no one dared to stand up and challenge.
The Japanese translator had a mocking look on his face and insulted him again:
"Is this a Chinese soldier? A little blood is enough to make you flinch. We killed your comrades, why don't we even have the courage to take revenge?"
"The humble Chinese are really disappointing..."
The scoldings made by the Japanese were too unpleasant.
A bloody northern man stood up again.
"I'll come! Little devil, aren't you just killing people? Grandpa is still afraid of you?"
The monk, the howitzer, and Dong San knew this soldier, named Jiang Dao. He seemed to be a soldier of the Shanxi-Sui Army who was recently sent to the concentration camp and was captured not long ago.
Jiang Dao was very bloody. When faced with the enemy trying to persuade them to surrender, he would always yell and curse without any cover-up. His scoldings were the most unpleasant for those cowards who chose to surrender.
The monk was impressed and felt that this soldier was a man.
"Let's see! He should be able to do it!" the monk whispered, and the howitzer and Dong San nodded.
The Japanese translator shouted: "Very good, one of us is considered a soldier, we need two more, who else is there?"
"Little devil, don't look down on me, your grandpa is enough for me!" Jiang Dao cursed unscrupulously.
The Japanese translator wanted to say something more, but the oldest Japanese team leader stopped him, turned around and selected another person from the team. He was still a kid with a baby face, and he didn't know whether he was an adult or not.
"Kojiro, this is yours." The old devil said.
Jiang Dao looked at the baby-faced Japanese and mocked: "Little baby, your hair has not even grown yet? How dare you invade China? Come, let me teach you what Chinese Kung Fu is."
"You can use a short knife!"
"Bullshit, I'm going to hit you with a short knife when you're not even covered in hair?"
The baby-faced kid seemed to understand Chinese, and with a look of anger on his face, he took the lead in attacking Jiang Dao.
Howitzer is a veteran on the battlefield, and he still has good eyesight. "Jiang Dao is brave and careful. He first made the little devil angry and confused the situation. In this way, before the two of them fought, the little devil was at a disadvantage...
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Before the howitzer finished speaking, in the battlefield, after only three or five moves, Jiang Dao was kicked in the chest by the baby-faced Japanese, and flew straight away two or three meters away. He landed on the ground, his face was as pale as paper, and the corners of his mouth were flowing.
With bright red blood.
The original sarcasm on his face was all gone, and his eyes were full of shock. This little devil is very cruel.
Jiang Dao fell to the ground and struggled, but he couldn't get up. The kick was too hard.
The Japanese captain, who was obviously an old Japanese soldier, was not satisfied.
I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but he spoke in Chinese and in a scolding tone:
"Stupid, if you kicked him in the heart or neck just now, your opponent is already a corpse now. If an enemy can be killed with one move, never use the second move. Do you understand?"
"Hi!" The baby-faced kid responded convincingly.
He turned his head, with a look of indifference and cruelty that was definitely not what he should have at his age, and walked step by step towards Jiang Dao, who fell to the ground.
Jiang Dao had obviously been severely injured and had no power to fight back. If the Japanese attacked again, he would die on the spot.
Everyone in the team who knew Jiang Dao was shocked and gasped in their hearts. It was really unexpected that a baby-faced Japs could be so ferocious and powerful.
What about the devils behind the baby face who have never taken action? Will they be more powerful?
Could it be that these cruel guys came here to practice killing people like them?
For a moment, no one dared to step forward, and they just watched helplessly as the baby-faced devil walked towards Jiang Dao.
The monk couldn't help but clenched his fists.
The Japs in front of me are frightening. They don’t seem to be regular combat troops of the Japs. This baby-faced Japs seems to be the youngest among the more than 20 Japs.
But even for such a young devil, his attacks are extremely cruel.
Jiang Dao couldn't even block two moves.
The monk decided to save people. He knew Jiang Dao and admired Jiang Dao's courage and integrity.
"It's just a discussion, why are you going to kill me? I'll do it!" The monk shouted, pushed away the howitzer and Dong San who were about to stop him, and stopped in front of Jiang Dao.
The baby-faced devil was startled for a moment, and then seemed to become more and more excited.
He hadn't had enough of the beating just now! He was also scolded by the instructor, who just hit the almost bald-headed guy in front of him down.
Jiang Dao covered his chest and spoke with some difficulty, "Monk Wei, cough...be careful, this little devil is not weak."
The monk scolded: "You are not good at studying. You insist on standing up to act as a hero. Not only will you lose face, but you will also lose the face of our Chinese martial arts. If I don't stand up, the little devil will really treat their three-legged cat's kung fu as nothing."
It’s happened.”
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The baby-faced devil is ready to attack and wants to kill the monk with one move.
But the monk waved his hand indifferently, pointing at the old Japanese captain next to the baby-faced Japanese, "Come here, I don't like the others."
This is a blatant provocation.
In fact, the more than 20 young Japanese soldiers who appeared in the concentration camp were the reserve soldiers prepared by Yamamoto for his special agent team, and they had been receiving high-intensity special forces military training.
During the Battle of Yangcun, Yamamoto's special agent team was reduced by more than half. Yamamoto had no choice but to prepare to replenish the special agent team.
The current shooting training with prisoners of war is the final baptism of growth for these reserve members of the special agent team before they officially join the Yamamoto special agent team.
As for the Japanese captain in front of him, he is an official member of Yamamoto's special agent team and the leader of a combat team of Yamamoto's special agent team.
He has always been responsible for the training of reserve members of the special service team.
Naturally, the old devil couldn't bear being openly provoked by the monk. There were so many students around him still watching! He had just reprimanded the students, just to teach them a lesson.
Thinking of this, surprise appeared on the old devil's face, followed by a contemptuous smile, "Me? Very good, Chinese, you are very discerning, I will let you die in a dignified manner."