The Japanese Army Commander Cao's muscular body weighing more than 160 kilograms hardly posed any obstacle to Liu Lang. With one arm, he picked him up like a big sack and walked towards the hiding cave a few meters away.
And the tragic Kikumaru was so injured that he felt that the air in his lungs was almost squeezed out. His brain was extremely deprived of oxygen and went blank. He wanted to struggle, but his two arms were tightly restrained, leaving only two legs to bounce around.
With his mouth wide open, he looked like a fish thrown on the beach and struggling desperately.
However, opening his mouth wide was not to shout for help, but to desperately breathe air. Otherwise, the Japanese soldier Cao Zhang, who was in desperate need of oxygen, felt that he would be suffocated to death.
This is an invincible enemy. The Japanese private who followed him in with a pistol to his head was almost scared to death. Someone who can pinch such a powerful squad leader like a chicken is really like a devil!
The cave was not small, and could hold at least 40 people from an infantry platoon. Fan Yitong was left to guard the entrance of the cave, while Liu Lang and Zhuang Er walked toward the innermost part, leading a Japanese soldier with a broken liver and gallbladder.
The individual soldier's flashlight, which is no bigger than a baby's fist, is equipped by the independent regiment's special operations brigade and is sufficient for lighting.
When the comatose Japanese soldier woke up, it took his eyes a full three seconds to adjust to the dim light, which was not too bright. He turned his eyes slightly, and at first sight he saw Zhenju Maru Cao, who he had finally identified as authentic.
The chief knelt beside him, sat up suddenly, and saw two people dressed almost exactly like him looking at him with leisurely eyes.
The enemy, they are the enemy, the Chinese. The first thought that arises in the superior soldier's mind is to call for help, or to warn.
However, before he could open his mouth, a pistol was pressed against his forehead. The cold muzzle of the gun made the Japanese soldier's heart drop to his eyes. A stream of cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead and body.
Trembling involuntarily.
Wisely, he immediately shut up.
Soldiers can go to the battlefield fearlessly because death on the battlefield is sudden and no one can choose or resist. However, not many people can do this kind of purely independent choice of death. Even if there are some
, and it won’t be these little devils.
Liu Lang, who has studied psychology assiduously, knows human nature very well. Even he has to look at the situation first, instead of choosing to die to fulfill the name of the so-called warrior.
"Very good. The three of you must have understood your situation. It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that I want to talk to your team leader. Can any of you three tell me where the team headquarters is? Of course, Yue
The more specific the better, once one person has finished speaking, the other person can add to it. But for the person who needs to be added, you will know the result." Liu Lang said calmly in pure Japanese.
The three Japanese soldiers looked at each other. Is the person in front of me crazy? Do you think you can get information from them in this way? Just ask like this? Do you really think that the Imperial Japanese Army is a softie?
"Who are you?" Kikumaru's eyes were filled with anger and he growled in a deep voice.
"Hey, it seems you haven't understood your situation yet." Liu Lang sighed slightly, "Zhuang Er, let them understand."
A military thorn suddenly poked forward, and with a soft "pop" sound, it broke open the eyebrows of the Japanese soldier Cao Chang who had just asked a question, like passing through soft tofu.
The Japanese Army Commander Cao's eyes didn't even have time to change. After a period of confusion, he gradually lost focus and fell to the ground slumped, dead.
In the eyes of the two Japanese soldiers, Kikumaru, who was once so awesome that he could single-handedly pick off three Chinese soldiers, was so injured that he died like a little chicken.
There was no struggle, no screams. His brain was cut off and destroyed within 0.5 seconds, leaving his body unable to react at all.
The sudden loss of muscle control and the sudden incontinence of urine and feces caused the odor that irritated the Japanese private and first class soldiers beside the corpse to wet their pants at the same time.
"Look, you have one less competitor. Should you thank me? Who wants to get rid of his competitor? You can tell me that my brother will help him." Liu Lang said in the not-so-bright light.
The smile is like the most terrifying devil in the world.
The two Japanese soldiers kneeling on the ground looked at each other in horror, with their heads pounding at the same time.
Liu Lang, who brutally killed people at the slightest disagreement, destroyed the psychological defenses of the two Japanese soldiers in the shortest possible time. He was afraid that if he nodded slowly, he would become the second corpse. Because, they all started from the only remaining companion.
Fear and despair were seen there.
At that moment, living or not living was secondary. What was important was that you could not be the second person to die. Even if you were to die, you should be the last one to die.
The ugliness of human nature is clearly revealed at this moment.
One person raised one, ten meters apart, and the two Japanese soldiers basically agreed. The Japanese infantry team headquarters was not only on the left wing position, but also in the hiding hole of an infantry class, about 220 meters away from the left wing position. Moreover, the left wing position
The strength of the position was not one infantry detachment, but two.
The entire right-wing position and frontal position only had an infantry squad of 15 people in total. However, it was not that the Japanese army felt that the left-wing position should focus on defense, but that there were more than 20 people in a squad that was on duty in the second half of the night, all 40 meters away from the squad headquarters.
Rest in the Tibetan Soldier Cave.
As for why the second lieutenant team leader made such arrangements, the two soldier-level Japanese soldiers naturally couldn't explain the reason.
Fortunately, Liu Lang had taken the initiative to arrest three people alive for questioning. Otherwise, if he had been asked to find them by himself, it would have taken more than ten minutes. Mistakes in estimating the deployment of Japanese troops may have led to unnecessary
casualties.
"Spare me, I want to go back to the island to see her..." Perhaps feeling that death was imminent, the Japanese superior soldier begged in a low voice with tears coming out of his eyes.
"I spared you, but how have you ever spared me, the Chinese people?" Liu Lang's eyes flashed with a hint of sadness.
The military thorn in his hand suddenly stretched out and pierced directly into the heart of the Japanese superior soldier. At the same time, he stretched out his hand to cover the mouth of the Japanese superior soldier whose eyes were full of pain and wanted to struggle, and whispered: "If you want to complain, blame your bullshit emperor! It's him.
Your greed will send you to hell. Not only will you die when you enter China, but one day, I will ask his wife to wash my feet."
"Ahem, sir, the Demon Emperor's wife is very pretty? Then after you let her wash her feet, can I..." Shoji, who was also sent to hell by an army assassin, asked with some confusion.
The squinting eyes on Big Pie's face shone brightly, conveying a rippling look on his face.
"Go away, that's how I described it." Liu Lang glanced at Zhuang Er, who was full of unhealthy thoughts.
This guy is a typical ugly person with a beautiful heart, and now he's thinking about his wife.
However, I don’t know if he would still be interested in that little old lady who is in her thirties now and will be in her forties after defeating Japan.
However, looking at this guy's face, he is probably still interested. He is a typical heavy-tasting person.
If he is allowed to live eighty years into the future, he will wash his feet every day with the sword.
For such goods, Liu Tuanzuo just wanted to say, take me with you after eighty years... I don’t know where the city is!
Now that you know the right place, everything becomes much simpler.
Sneaking out of the hiding cave and climbing out of the trench, the three of them were like three big snakes, lurking towards the Japanese team headquarters from outside the position.
The two Japanese soldiers did not lie. At a position 40 meters away from the team headquarters, Liu Lang heard a lot of heavy breathing, and at least twenty Japanese soldiers were sleeping. He made a gesture and asked the "pretend" duo
The twenty-odd sleeping Japanese were left behind, and Liu Lang advanced toward the Japanese squad headquarters alone.
Liu Lang jumped into the trench from thirty meters away, quietly broke the neck of a Japanese soldier in the fighting position, and strode towards the Japanese team headquarters in Zangbing Cave.
"Who? Password Kyoto, reply." A Japanese soldier flashed out from a fighting position at the entrance of the Tibetan Soldier Cave and asked warily.
"Sakura!" Liu Lang kept walking forward.
There were two guards five meters to the left and right of the cave entrance, which allowed Liu Lang to determine that this was the Japanese team headquarters he was looking for. Now he only needed to confirm whether there was a field radio station in the team headquarters.
"It turns out to be Captain Kikumaru." The guard was obviously very familiar with the voice of Captain Kikumaru. He didn't even see Liu Lang's appearance clearly, so he lowered his head and said respectfully.
However, what greeted him was a military thorn without the slightest hint of coldness.
The military thorn suddenly penetrated into his heart, and at the same time a big hand covered his mouth. The muffled "hehe" sound in the Japanese soldier's throat alerted another guard.
Surprised, he poked his head out and saw a flash of cold light, and then a sharp pain hit him. The darkness in front of him gradually turned into darkness. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see anything clearly, and he couldn't move anything, not even a stick.
His fingers couldn't even make a sound.
A Sanba Gai with a bayonet stuck in it was hooked and thrown by Liu Lang with his foot. It was like a javelin that instantly passed through a ten-meter space and penetrated the Japanese soldier's throat. The sharp blade cut open
While cutting off his trachea, they also cut off his spinal nerves and nailed him to the trench. His violently shaking hands and feet fully proved that he was in pain and wanted to struggle, but all his body from the head down had completely lost control.
Even the vocal cords that could produce sound were cut off by the bayonet, and no sound could be produced at all.
"Kikumaru-kun, please come in quickly." The conversation outside obviously also disturbed the people inside, and a voice came out.
"Hi!" Liu Lang felt that the Japanese soldier's trembling body was no longer struggling, and he gently leaned his body against the trench, imitating the voice of the Kikumaru commander and replied respectfully.
Striding into the Tibetan Soldier Cave, a lantern was lit in the cave, and a Japanese second lieutenant was sitting on a camp bed nearby, looking at a map.
A field radio that could be carried by one person and walked was placed next to the Japanese second lieutenant. The corners of Liu Lang's mouth curled up, and the target was found.
"The patrol is over so quickly. Is there anything unusual?" the second lieutenant asked directly without raising his head.
"There are Chinese people."
"Nani?" The Japanese second lieutenant raised his head in horror, his face changed drastically.
The bright light was enough for him to see Liu Lang's face clearly. There was no such rich man in his infantry team.
"Here." Liu Lang smiled.
At the same time, he was answered by a handful of steel thorns. There were three steel thorns as thick as a child's finger, which were pierced into the face of the Japanese second lieutenant in a Z-shaped pattern. Only less than three centimeters of the ten centimeter long thorn were left outside, and his eyes were
Plus the eyebrows.
The miserable howl of the Japanese second lieutenant who fell in response was stomped back into his throat by Liu Lang and turned into a muffled howl as light as a mosquito. Ten seconds later it was completely silent.
As the light of the flashlight flickered for a few times, Fan Yitong guarded the cave where more than 20 Japanese troops were hiding. Liu Langze and Zhuang Er, one on the left and one on the right, launched a dark night attack on the Japanese invaders who only had 20 people in the trench.
Killing. The Japanese military uniforms had long been stripped off, and the two men in camouflage uniforms looked like the most terrifying killing machines under the cover of night.
Only ten minutes later, Zhuang Er, who smelled of blood, arrived at the meeting place agreed with Liu Lang. His face was covered in blood, which shocked even Liu Tuan. This guy was definitely capable of killing.
Pig potential.
The remaining two dozen sleeping Japanese soldiers had lost the "preferential treatment" of being hunted after being captured at the field radio station. The fifteen grenades carried by the three men were tied into a long string of "big firecrackers", "Pig Killer".
"Zhuang Eryu felt that it was not enough, so he went to find a rocket launcher, took two rockets, and threw them into the hiding cave with his own hands.
"Boom, boom, boom," there were several muffled sounds, and the Tibetan soldier's cave, which could defend 75 mm, was blasted open from inside. Like a volcanic eruption, flames rushed out of Laogao, and then collapsed suddenly. The terrible power made Zhuang, who was running wildly in the trench,
Erdu had to lie down on the ground like a standard dog. If he hadn't picked up a Japanese soldier's helmet on his head, the rocks scattered everywhere would have smashed his head to pieces.