Starting from the first attack by the Japanese, the two prisoners of the national army took action, both holding short knives, to deal with the empty-handed Japanese. In the blink of an eye, one of them died and the other was seriously injured.
When Jiang Dao took action again, he was easily severely wounded by a baby-faced Japanese.
It would be excusable if it failed miserably.
It is self-evident what the two disastrous defeats mean.
The Japs in front of them were beyond the imagination of the captive soldiers and were far more powerful and cruel than the Japs they had ever seen.
Under the shadow of such great fear, how can anyone on the captive side dare to take action at will?
Finally the monk stepped forward.
Among the prisoners, Howitzer and Dong San's hearts were hanging.
The two of them knew that the monk was a martial monk from the Shaolin Temple and had great martial arts skills. Originally, the monk took over from Jiang Dao to deal with the baby-faced Japanese, so the two of them still had great confidence in the monk.
But the monk is still as unruly as ever.
He actually challenged the old devil directly. It was obvious that the old devil was definitely the most powerful character among the devils in front of him. This could be seen from the absolute obedience of the young devils to the old devil.
At this point, there is no choice but to do so. Howitzer and Dong San prepare secretly. They have a tacit understanding with the monk.
Once the monk kills the old Japanese in front of him, he will take advantage of the opportunity to seize the gun, and then the howitzer and Dong San will immediately launch a riot and try to escape from the prisoner of war camp. This is exactly the strategy the three of them have planned long ago.
I just didn’t expect that the opportunity would come so special.
All hopes ultimately rested on the monk.
On the battlefield, the two sides slowly opened up. This seemed to be a duel involving the dignity of the two camps. Not only the national prisoners, but the young Japanese standing behind the old Japanese were also waiting for the battle with great expectations.
progress.
This old devil is very strong. Before joining Yamamoto's special agent team, he was a Japanese one-sword-style samurai and a master of the seventh degree of kendo.
And he has rich experience, strikes quickly and fiercely.
As if he wanted to give the students behind him a classic one-hit kill lesson, the squinted old devil did not take action immediately, but looked at the monk with a sinister gaze, waiting for the opportunity to take action. The monk didn't move either, even though he didn't take the devils in front of him seriously at all in his words.
But strategically it is okay to despise the enemy, but tactically we must pay attention to the enemy.
Although the monk may not have heard of this sentence, it does not prevent him from being cautious.
Both sides seem to be hesitating.
At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the prisoner-of-war camp, blowing up the sand and fallen leaves on the ground. The direction the monk was facing happened to be facing the wind. As the dust fluttered, his eyes were stimulated and he couldn't help but
Close it, close it.
Flaw!
Although it took only a blink of an eye, the old devil on the opposite side still caught the flaw.
Taking advantage of the moment when the monk closed his eyes and was slightly distracted, the old devil launched an offensive. In order to achieve the classic teaching he expected, the old devil directly hit the monk's head with the most ferocious elbow.
"Be careful -" the howitzer didn't even have time to warn.
Well done!
The monk sneered. Even in this flash of lightning, he still had time to show a hint of ridicule. The flaw just now was just something he deliberately sold to the old devil opposite.
The purpose is to trick this old devil into taking action. The only way to defeat your opponent is to remain unchanged in the face of ever-changing situations.
The monk practiced leg and kick skills in the Shaolin Temple, and his reaction time was extremely fast. The moment the old devil's elbow hit him quickly, the monk quickly dodged sideways, and then he kicked the old devil directly in the side.
Chest.
This time, the situation between the two sides was completely reversed.
Just a face-to-face meeting.
The arrogant old devil flew out and hit the ground heavily.
What also fell to the floor was the self-righteous arrogance and contempt of the devils in front of them.
Howitzer and Dong San clearly saw that at the moment when the old devil was defeated, the eyes of the young devils behind him were full of shock.
But these young devils have no intention of helping. In their view, the battle between imperial warriors represents the dignity of both sides, and outsiders must not interfere unless necessary.
Anger made the old devil clenched his fists, slashed his five fingers across the ground, and pushed himself back to his feet.
He knew that his carelessness had embarrassed him.
If this hateful opponent is not killed, he will no longer be majestic in front of these special agent team trainees.
The old devil, who was completely berserk, came towards the monk again, with fierce moves, heading straight for the monk's vital point.
The monk smiled contemptuously, and he even had time to think about what to do next after killing the old devil in front of him and seizing the pistol.
It is a pity that for the convenience of the competition, the old devil gave the submachine gun that was originally hung around his neck to others. Otherwise, the monk could have snatched the submachine gun away. The monk knew all kinds of firearms with a touch and could still use them. After three or five moves, the old devil uses old moves.
The monk had also rehearsed in his mind the next situation of grabbing the gun and escaping. Without holding back any longer, he knocked over the old devil with one kick. At the same time, he jumped up like a mountain weighing down his head. Before landing, he quickly bent his right elbow.
With the huge force of his body falling, he hit his elbow hard on the old devil's neck where he had no time to defend himself.
There was a click.
The old devil's neck was broken, red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he whimpered on the spot.
This scene happened too suddenly. The monk had done it deliberately before, and the two sides seemed to be evenly matched!
Not to mention the Japanese on the opposite side, even the howitzer and Dong San behind him were a little stunned.
This monk is so fierce!
The monk who killed the old devil with his elbow did not hesitate at all. The moment he killed the old devil with one strike, he moved his right hand downwards and directly snatched the pistol that the old devil had slung around his waist and that had been targeted by the monk early in the morning.
The monk was extremely familiar with firearms. He touched the pistol and quickly opened the safety. Before he could get up, the gun was already pointed at several Japanese who had not yet recovered...
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Bang——
Half a minute before the gunfire rang out, Cao Zheng, the leader of the firepower team, and Mu Mu, the leader of the reconnaissance team, were walking towards the prisoner of war camp wearing the uniforms of the two Japanese spy teams they had killed earlier.
The two of them lowered their heads deliberately. They had killed the Japanese guarding the truck earlier. The blood stains on their chests from the bayonets were also covered by dust. In addition, the special steel helmets that only covered their faces were looking out at the left and right corners of the prisoner of war camp.
The Japanese on the stage didn’t pay much attention.
What the Japs from the Special Forces want to do is beyond the control of ordinary Japs like them who stay in the prisoner-of-war camp.
Mu Mu and Cao Zheng continued to walk forward and soon approached the entrance of the prisoner of war camp.
We were so close now that we couldn't avoid it. The few Japanese sentries who were on guard at the entrance of the prisoner of war camp didn't seem to recognize Mu Mu and Cao Zheng. They just spoke in Japanese, which translated meant, "Sir, the password?"<
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Naturally, Cao Zheng couldn't understand Japanese, but he had to respond with something. He nodded, and then prepared to move forward with Mu Mu.
However, the faces of several Japanese sentries changed slightly. Under questioning, they were about to raise their guns when the sound of gunshots suddenly came from the prisoner of war camp compound...