Without even looking at the prisoners of war, a sneer flashed across the corner of Zhang Sixing's mouth,
"You are an enemy. If the enemy really attacks you, you will be maimed or killed. Besides, I am not a showman, so I have no interest in beating others."
Xie Jinyuan knew that Zhang Si Xing was proficient in Japanese. He also saw the challenge from the Japanese, but he did not want Zhang Si to take action.
If he wins, it will be easy to handle. If he loses, the morale that Sihang Warehouse has built up because of him will probably be severely damaged.
"If you kill the guy next door, you're a prisoner. Believe it or not, I'll kill you with one shot."
As soon as Guan Shijie saw the appearance of the Japanese prisoner, he wanted to go up and kick him.
The soldier guarding the prisoner also pointed his bayonet at the guy, his eyes full of threats.
But the Japanese sergeant stepped forward regardless of the obstruction of the soldiers guarding him. Two bayonets were pointed at his chest, with no intention of actually stabbing him.
But he just shook his shoulders, and then rushed out from under the pressure of two bayonets, shouting in Japanese at Zhang Sixing,
"I'll fight you, and if I lose, I, I..."
Eagerly unable to find enough bets, he turned to look at his captured companions.
"I, I am Beichen Ittoryu Yamaoka Tetsujiro. If you are better than me, I will accept you as my master and serve you for the rest of my life."
"I won't accept Japanese as my apprentices, don't you think so."
Zhang Sixing refused out loud without even thinking about it.
Unexpectedly, after just seeing Zhang Sixing's moves, Yamaoka Kojiro concluded that Zhang Sixing was a great master at the national level. The warrior soul in his heart made him unable to turn a blind eye no matter what.
"Then I will serve you as my master and serve you for the rest of my life."
Damn it, you are a big man, okay, I want you to serve me, and I don’t plan to come out or anything. If you are a Fuso girl, maybe you can consider it, but you are a rough guy, I am...
While vomiting in his heart, Lu Feizhang, who was touching his neck, approached Zhang Sixing and said,
"Sir, let's give it a try. Anyway, we don't lack time. I think that guy is the leader among the prisoners of war. If you defeat him, maybe the other prisoners of war will be easy to control."
For Lu Feizhang, it must be said that this is a good opportunity.
If Zhang Sixing loses, it will be hard for Zhang Sixing to say anything if he implements the policy of preferential treatment of prisoners. If he wins, it will be easier for him to explain to his superiors in the future. He has really done his best.
Zhang Sixing, who saw Lu Feizhang's plan at a glance, didn't change his face, but he knew in his heart that his men's dissatisfaction would lead to big chaos on the battlefield.
And this is a little trick that people who are very good at interpersonal relationships often use.
To be honest, he hates this behavior.
Because this is the dross of traditional culture and the ignorance formed after exclusive respect for Confucianism.
As for the true Chinese culture, he only recognized the Spring and Autumn and Warring States era when a hundred schools of thought contended and a hundred flowers bloomed.
The so-called many scholars who are clamoring to promote traditional culture all day long may not have understood that what they promote and play with is all weak and incompetent Confucian culture.
After concentrating solely on Confucianism, is there any real traditional culture? Use your brain, okay?
The true culture of a nation must be a hundred flowers blooming and a hundred schools of thought contending.
The complacency is not worthy of being called culture at all, let alone the traditional culture of the oldest country and nation in the world.
"Okay, since Brother Li said so, I will fight. I won. I hope that from today on, you and your subordinates will absolutely obey my orders, if there is any..."
Looking at Zhang Sixing, Lu Feizhang's face turned slightly red, knowing that his intentions were clearly seen by the other party.
He gritted his teeth and answered firmly,
"If there is one, I will personally enforce battlefield discipline without the need for orders from the commander."
Zhang Sixing nodded slightly, accepting Lu Feizhang's bet.
"Sir, I will deal with Three Inch Nails like this, I..."
The aggressive cowboy Hansen Raul quickly came down from the rooftop and took off his outer military uniform.
"You... forget it. I want to compete with him and wait until you recover from your injury. There is plenty of time."
It’s true that cowboys are aggressive, but cowboys mostly play with guns, so we don’t expect them to fight.
The Germans also had poor fighting skills. When Zhang Sixing joined the paratroopers from the ordinary army, because he was only sixteen years old and not old enough, the commander in charge of the paratroopers said he would live or die.
In the end, a bet was opened. If Zhang Sixing could defeat all the dissenters, he would be accepted.
The helpless Zhang Sixing had to knock down all the officers, instructors, and two hundred other dissatisfied people before being forced into the paratrooper unit.
Not only that, the Germans who came to seek apprenticeship annoyed him all night long.
Guan Shijie moved his mouth, but at this moment he only had one arm left and did not dare to speak again.
Zhang Sixing understood that it seemed that today's fight had to be fought.
I wandered over to a pile of captured Japanese command knives, pushed them aside with my feet and looked at them.
Then he picked out the most special one, which was about ten centimeters longer than the ordinary command knife. The handle of the knife was inlaid with gorgeous and simple patterns with gold thread.
He said with a faint smile,
"Beichen Yidao style, right? If I don't let you use the sword, I'm taking advantage of you. I'm going to make you lose now."
With a tip of his toe, the sword that was originally sleeping on the ground flew towards Tetsujiro Yamaoka with a "swish" sound.
"ha"
Yamaoka Tetsujiro, who had his hands tied behind his back, suddenly shouted loudly, and his hands were already freed from the hemp rope.
Although the skin on the back of his hand was bloody, he still flew forward to catch his sword.
When they saw him getting the sword, the soldiers guarding him nearby couldn't help but step back.
Nothing else, the moment he picked up the sword, Yamaoka Tetsujiro's aura changed.
His body is tall and straight, and even though he is not tall, his aura of moving forward with a knife that penetrates the soul is still chilling to the bottom of your heart.
At this moment, Xie Jinyuan felt that something was not right. He looked for his two guards beside Captain Tao, trying to get them to wink. If that didn't work, he would shoot the Japanese soldier.
However, the two guys, like the other soldiers who strengthened the pistol platoon, had almost unlimited confidence in Zhang Sixing, and did not even glance at their regiment.
He had no choice but to wink at the battalion commander Yang Ruifu on the side, who nodded knowingly and answered quietly,
"Don't worry, Danzao, a cooked duck can still make him fly."
With Yang Ruifu's guarantee, Xie Jinyuan was completely relieved and devoted himself to the upcoming fight:
What the hell is this? A good fight turns into a fight between masters, and no one believes it when you tell it to others.
Yamaoka Tetsujiro bowed respectfully to Zhang Si and then said,
"No matter whether I win or lose in the future, your generosity is very samurai-like. If I lose, I swear as a samurai that I will always treat you as my master and serve you forever."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand to Zhang Si and made a gesture of invitation.
Zhang Sixing smiled faintly at this,
"The demeanor of a warrior, no no, is called chivalrous demeanor here. As for the bet, he glanced around. If I lose, I'm afraid I'm dead. But..."
Looking around in a blink of an eye, Zhang Sixing raised his voice and said,
"I promise that if I lose, these prisoners of war can be released. Commander Xie, Lao Yandian, I will leave this matter to you two. Hansen, you will ensure that my bet can be carried out by then."
"yes"
With infinite confidence in Zhang Sixing, Hansen Raul responded loudly.