Four Japanese soldiers guarding the road were communicating with the driver of the heavy cart. The sergeant asked displeasedly,
"How come there are only three people in your baggage team? The mud-legged people on land are too lazy."
The sergeant of the Marine Corps raised his chin and looked at the two Japanese soldiers on the carriage with some arrogance.
After just one glance, Zhang Sixing immediately concluded that the "Japanese soldier" on the carriage was fake.
The main reason was that they were too tall. Those two guys had to be about 1.75 meters tall, while the average height of the Japanese at this time was only 1.65 meters tall.
In addition, the Japanese army is very particular about superiors and subordinates. Even if an army soldier saw a naval sergeant, he would not dare to be so negligent.
He reached out and waved back, and his ears could hear his men approaching quietly.
He keenly noticed that the coachman, who was holding a cigarette and talking to the Japanese, saw his men.
This guy is really an old man, his expression has not changed at all, he just holds a cigarette and nods while bending down to engage in porcelain with the Japanese.
"Taijun, Taijun, there is a shortage of ammunition in the front. Let us rush to send it up. Can you please be accommodating..."
He looked up at the carriage with fierce eyes. The sergeant's anger was completely aroused by the arrogance of the army soldiers.
"You two, get out of here. Don't you recognize the military rank? Saluting does not depend on the military branch but on the military rank."
Come down, those two guys don’t understand Japanese at all, so it’s weird that they can be shouted down.
Muttering in his mind, the eight-fold scope had already spotted the machine gunner on the second floor.
He quickly looked at the battlefield from the corner of his eye and determined the positions of the remaining three of the seven Japanese soldiers guarding the intersection.
Two are closer and one is further away. Three of them are facing away from each other, one is holding a gun and looking around aimlessly.
"puff"
As Zhang Sixing fired at the machine gunner, the four "mushroom heads" behind him silently pounced on the four Japanese soldiers.
Unexpectedly, one of the four "mushroom heads" who were running kicked him so hard that he rolled on the ground.
The sound of gunfire and the movement of bricks simultaneously disturbed the four Japanese soldiers who were inspecting the vehicle.
The sergeant who was about to have a big argument with two army soldiers was stunned.
Just as he was stunned, the coachman flicked his hand with extremely fast movements and a dagger was already in his hand.
He grabbed Bing Cao's collar, and then heard the sound of a dagger entering his belly.
"Puff puff"
The person who did it was not only agile, but from the sound of it, he stabbed the opponent's lung first.
If your lungs are injured, you won't be able to scream at first. Later, it is more likely that you will die from pneumothorax, making it even more difficult to make a sound.
All this was beyond the expectations of the other three Japanese soldiers and the two fake Japanese soldiers on the cart.
The three Japanese soldiers wanted to retreat, holding their bayonets straight and trying to stab them.
The two Japanese soldiers on the carriage did not pull the bolts of their rifles. Instead, they lowered their heads and fiddled with their rifles. They did not know how to use rifles at all.
All this has nothing to do with Zhang Sixing, who was staring at the primary and secondary shooters of the machine gun. One shot knocked down the shooter, and the second shot knocked down the secondary shooter.
The machine gun that suppressed the opponent's firepower rolled and appeared outside the shadow.
The sniper rifle in his hand was aimed at the Japanese soldier who was walking back and looking at him in surprise.
He had pulled the bolt and was now raising the gun.
"puff"
There was another tiny gunshot.
The carriage driver who had just killed the Japanese sergeant looked at all this in surprise and reached out to stop the two fake Japanese soldiers on the carriage from moving.
He just looked at the corpses of the four Japanese soldiers in front of him quietly.
The remaining three were killed by soldiers dressed strangely in Chinese military uniforms, who strangled their necks and stabbed them in the ribs with bayonets from behind.
It can be seen at a glance that these guys are all members of the army, veterans who have rolled over the dead.
None of this is surprising, the guy who is calmly harvesting the lives of Japanese soldiers in a kneeling position is the most terrifying.
Looking at the cloth uniform on his body and the accurate shooting of the rifle with a large mirror in his hand, the coachman was deeply impressed.
But now is not the time to talk, let's see how he kills the two Japanese soldiers nearby.
And at this time, they didn't dare to move. The four "mushroom monster"-like guys were pointing at them with box cannons with wooden boxes in their hands, with gloomy faces and no one spoke.
The helpless coachman had no choice but to signal to the two people on the carriage, asking them to raise their hands with him.
But the two boys were not moved at all and only whispered,
"The Chinese Air Force will not be captured alive."
The two Japanese soldiers walking in different directions were completely unaware of the close-range attack.
With two low gunshots, "Puff, Puff", the two Japanese soldiers were killed unconsciously.
At the silent gunfire, both the coachman and the two pilots, who claimed to be well-informed, were stunned and speechless.
After firing a row of bullets, Zhang Sixing said calmly while pressing the bullets,
"The Chinese Air Force is great, but you guys are so stupid. You will die if you see a Japanese sergeant come down and salute you."
"Haha" one person chuckled, and the other person murmured softly,
"Who the hell knew he was a sergeant? If he hadn't found the safety and shot him, the broken rifle would be far worse than my revolver."
The coachman said nothing, but showed curiosity when looking at Zhang Sixing.
Facing his gaze, Zhang Sixing replied softly,
"Eighty-seven and eighty-three remnants of the Chinese army."
Just as he was talking, the coachman spoke,
"Brother, Mingren don't tell lies. These brothers may be German weapon masters, but you, you are not. I, Guo Liangjun, have some connections in the Shanghai Concession. A few brothers..."
I still don’t understand the meaning behind his words, so don’t use the word “recruit” too lightly.
Zhang Sixing couldn't help but feel moved when he looked at the guy in front of him who was not like a charlatan but who was so courageous that he dared to transport pilots from the Japanese war zone before the war was over.
Suddenly asked in Japanese,
"Brother Guo, over there?"
The color on Guo Liangjun's face changed and he asked again in Japanese,
"Brother, you have been on the battlefield for a long time. Don't you know that the two sides are now cooperating to fight against Japan?"
Moving closer to the man named Guo Liangjun, Zhang Sixing continued to whisper to him in Japanese,
"Since I have connections in the Shanghai stock market, I am interested in making a small fortune. I wonder if Brother Guo is interested in making a fortune."
Staring at Zhang Sixing's eyes, Guo Liangjun said lightly,
"Wealth, everyone loves it. If my brother really has a way to make a fortune, of course I'm interested. Please give me some advice."
"The pilots should be saved, but their backgrounds are quite strong and it is not easy to win over them."
Hit by one sentence, Guo Liangjun couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the two pilots, then looked back and said only two words,
"continue"
"Over there, I heard that there is a wounded soldier camp near the direction I went. There are many 83 and 87 veterans, all elites trained by the Germans."
Hearing what Zhang Sixing said, Guo Liangjun's eyes lost interest and he said lightly in Japanese,
"They are elites, that's all. They have dealt with each other before."
Zhang Sixing did not refute this, but added another sentence,
"Whether you are really thirsty for talents depends on the placement of 100,000 injured veterans on the retreat route. If you do well, after the war is over, go to the Junk Bridge and find a White Russian woman named Yelena."