Zhang Sixing put the sniper rifle in his hand back on his back, and then walked slowly to Lu Feizhang.
"Both of you are friendly forces and you have something to talk about."
Xie Jinyuan was very satisfied with tonight's harvest. Not to mention anything else, he felt very satisfied with the dozens of baskets of bullets that had been piled up there.
Because just by looking at the number of bullets, you can roughly tell that the number of Japanese Marines they defeated today would be more than 800 if not 1,000. Because a Japanese soldier only carries about 200 rounds of ammunition.
In addition, Hu Yang, Li Jixian, and Guan Shijie had just brought back more than thirty sniper rifles, which also made him even more happy. He was wondering if he could get some from Zhang Sixing for fun.
Seeing Zhang Sixing push up, he felt quite satisfied in his heart.
One is the German officer who has been leading him by the nose, and the other is Lu Feizhang who he has been suffering from but cannot catch. No matter who wins, it will not hurt him.
But old smoker Li Youtian didn't think so, because Zhang Sixing's downfall meant that his status would change dramatically.
You must know that the first and second floors are his territory now. He stretched out his hand to wave over a young man.
"Run faster and tell the foreigners to come over quickly. Tell them that someone...someone wants to attack Chief Zhang..."
As for the other Hu Yangs, he winked at his men and moved quietly one by one, quietly surrounding Lu Feizhang's men.
Li Jixian had the same idea as his father, and the approach was the same as Hu Yang.
But Guan Shijie roared,
"You've got a bad guy, how dare you use the knife... If you dare to rebel against Chief Zhang, you guys are fucked..."
Zhang Sixing turned a deaf ear to this and walked straight towards Lu Feizhang.
"I have been on the battlefield for two years and feel that I am not ambiguous, but I..."
As he spoke, Zhang Sixing immediately took action, following Tie Baji's stance and stamping heavily on the ground. The leather boots and his heavy footsteps caused a layer of dust to rise from the ground.
Lu Feizhang, who was attacked, was also unambiguous, but he knew in his heart that attacking an officer on the battlefield would be such a serious crime that even the headquarters might not be able to protect him.
Therefore, he did not dare to fight back at all. He only needed to rely on his body skills to sway a few times, causing the so-called "German paratrooper" in front of him to lose face.
Although Guo Liangjun made it clear when he arrived that he would obey Zhang Sixing's command here, Lu Feizhang, who had almost never lost a battle, was not so easy to convince.
I just want the guy in front of me to understand how powerful I am and give myself more "freedom" in the future.
However, what he didn't expect at all was that the so-called relying on physical skills was a joke.
The opponent's feet stomped hard on the ground, and his body rushed towards him like lightning. Not only that, he also used all the small and delicate grappling moves at his fingertips.
Lu Feizhang, who is familiar with martial arts routines, understands that it is a joke to compare the traditional martial arts routines he practices with others.
In fact, the Iron Baji that Lu Feizhang practiced was specifically studied abroad during his lifetime.
The first is to learn real Kung Fu, and the second is to learn the new "Chinese Kung Fu" that has been reorganized through modern scientific and technological research. As for dancing, go to hell with it.
And real Kung Fu, to put it bluntly, is a killing technique. It is undoubtedly stupid and irresponsible to use force to subdue human skills and turn Kung Fu into a "dance technique".
The real reason is that "a chivalrous man breaks the law with force", and a feudal dynasty like the Qing Dynasty only wants peace and prosperity.
The ideal is very plump, the reality is very skinny, the sissy boy is like a slap in the face.
The Iron Eight-level Yama's three-point technique only has three moves, and the Yama's three-point technique requires only three moves.
Poor Lu Feizhang, who thought he was good at martial arts, couldn't even survive the first move. He was caught and knocked down by Zhang Sixing with one move, and then Zhang Sixing's hand pressed on his neck.
The back of the bear claw blade pressed heavily on his carotid artery,
"Boy, you have to listen to me when you get here. Just because you disobey orders, I can enforce military law on the spot."
These words were really harsh, but Lu Feizhang didn't dare to move. He knew clearly that what he was practicing was kung fu, while the guy in front of him was practicing killing skills.
Not only that, Lu Feizhang's soldiers had never seen their heads bullied like this, with Type 38 rifles thrown off their shoulders one by one. Just when they were about to do something, Guan Shijie shouted,
"I'm here to see which one of you dares to move. If you do, I'll let you taste my twenty bangs."
Not only did he move, but the young men in the military camp also raised their bayonets on their shoulder poles.
The idea was simple, Chief Zhang couldn't be stabbed, and he was afraid that if he dumped the seized leather shoes, they wouldn't be able to wear them.
Almost immediately after receiving the letter, the harsh and angry voice of Hansen Raul came. This guy has been in China for more than a year, and he has never seen a Chinese soldier be disrespectful to a German instructor.
Especially Zhang Sixing, whom he was completely convinced and convinced.
I can guarantee in my heart that even if the German army attacks today, it will still be in the hands of the defenders of Sihang Warehouse and they will not get any benefits.
People who have always admired the tradition of the old German officer corps have great respect for such soldiers.
"Do you want to rebel or stir up an international dispute? The artillery team will bring the artillery over here for me."
Lu Feizhang, who was knocked down by a grapple and now choked by Zhang Sixingying, knew that he was wrong. First, he was unable to defeat the opponent, and secondly, he wanted to cause an international incident, so...
Moreover, he was not only convinced, but also began to be grateful to Zhang Sixing.
With that move just now, he could kill himself at any time. Now he is only holding the back of the knife against his neck, which still treats him as one of his own. If he were his enemy, this would...
Despite this, Lu Feizhang struggled to explain,
"But our policy..."
"Then I have no control over it. Remember, I'm a German, and you have to follow my rules when you work under me. As for what you do if you don't work under me, that's your problem, and I'm not interested in knowing."
As he spoke, Zhang Sixing tightened his fingers on his neck, and Lu Feizhang's eyes turned white.
"In addition, I can also do the work of decomposition and disintegration, but you have to know who you are dealing with. I will teach you to be a good boy. The secret of decomposition and disintegration is to hit hard and pull softly, and not to treat everyone as a relative."
After speaking, Zhang Sixing let him go. When he stood up, the bear's claw wrapped around his finger and hid it somewhere.
He stretched out his hand to Lu Feizhang. Although the latter was still panting wildly, he still stretched out his hand as if resigned to his fate.
He grabbed him and saw that his men were confronting Zhang Sixing's men with bayonets drawn. Especially Hansen Raul's words just now made him understand that he was not worthy of causing international disputes.
"You guys are crazy. I had a disagreement with Chief Zhang and had a few arguments... Why did you put down the gun for me? You are all too brave. I will deal with you later."
At this time, the Japanese soldier who had been unconvinced suddenly challenged Zhang Sixing.
"Lu is very polite, but he is really not a good soldier, and his kung fu is not good either. I challenge you on behalf of them. If you win, we can do anything."
When he said this, he looked back at the other prisoners. The other prisoners nodded to him, and some expressed their opinions.
"We listen to you."
Faced with such a challenge, a contemptuous smile flashed across Zhang Sixing's face.
He may be afraid of some things, such as the disgusting word politics and everything it includes.
Because at least in World War II, politics could not play with mushroom bombs, that is the truth.
But he is not afraid of challenges, no matter which battlefield he faces.