"Sir, what if I choose you?" Muto Hidemi was the first to speak.
If he didn't rush to speak, he would be afraid that he would never have a chance to speak again.
As a poor student who graduated from the sergeant school, Muto Hidemi was a mess in commanding operations. He failed most of the assessments. He can be said to be a scumbag. For ordinary people, he would probably stay in the reserve force, but who would let this
He is still a distant relative of the Muto family, although he can still be hit with eight poles.
So Hidemi Muto, who had the aristocratic surname Muto, got into the 109th Division, which was just an A-type special division. Although he stayed in the army for several years before reaching the rank of lieutenant, he was still a lieutenant in the baggage force. But as long as he continued
After a few years of wandering and obtaining the rank of aide-de-camp, you can return to your homeland in glory.
In other words, this person has no abilities at all, but his ability to observe people's emotions is not bad. He is just here to get an official position.
It is estimated that since he met Liu Lang, the Chinese commander, he began to figure out who would have a better chance of winning in a duel. Of course he is not stupid. He can stand beside a commander as a guard. How can he be weak? Even if he is weaker, he
It must be better than a scumbag like him! If he chose stupidly, he would be courting death.
Looking at the strict arrangements of another Chinese commander, it seemed that all the security was for the fat man who did not wear a military rank but looked like he was from a rich family. Muto Hidemi was even more certain of his judgment.
The only way out is for the fat Chinese.
Muto Hidemi knew that Chinese people were very concerned about face, and people with high status were even more concerned about face and would not break their promises easily. He desperately hoped that this fat man would save face and fight with him.
Although he is a scumbag, he shouldn't have much problem defeating a fat white guy who looks even worse! You know, he is also a third-level karate guy!
Therefore, when the fat man spoke, he took the initiative to answer.
When Muto Hidemi asked this question, everyone in the room was stunned.
Many prisoners of war even started making noises, and while cursing the Japanese lieutenant for being shameless, at least 90% of them secretly slandered the fat man for pretending to be a trap.
At first glance, Fatty Bai looks like a rich boy who came to the army to join the army. How can he play a duel with real swords and guns?
However, the Japanese soldiers all looked at the fat Chinese commander nervously. Whether he agreed or not was related to whether he kept his promise. As long as he agreed, at least they would not worry about him changing his attitude and killing them.
The officers and soldiers of the Independent Regiment were dumbfounded. It was hard to choose the Bull Demon King. This damn guy really eats arsenic for his birthday - he is too long-lived! Liu Tuanzuo wouldn't blow his head off with one punch! Damn it,
It really shouldn't be too miserable.
"Sir..." Guo Zi's face was a little anxious.
If it were this officer who went up, why not let him go? Even if he died, he could hold this bastard in his arms and bite him to death.
To everyone's surprise, none of Fatty Bai's subordinates stopped him. They looked at the Japanese lieutenant as if they were looking at a dead man.
Liu Lang grinned slightly, his white teeth shining coldly in the somewhat gloomy weather. A layer of white sweat formed on the back of his Chinese-character face that was about to speak, and he swallowed all the words that followed.
At that moment, he seemed to be facing a fierce tiger, a tiger with its big mouth open and sharp fangs exposed.
Looking at the Japanese lieutenant with hopeful eyes, Liu Lang nodded in front of thousands of people present: "Of course."
People with Chinese characters can sense something is wrong, so why not Muto Hidemi? It’s not from Liu Lang’s exposed white teeth that he can feel something amiss, but from the reactions of all Fatty Bai’s subordinates. It seems that they are not worried about whether Fatty Bai will lose or not.
win.
That unless...
In their opinion, the fat guy will win.
Muto Hidemi, who felt that he had fallen into a pit, could be said to have exploded in his eyes at that moment. This is unscientific! But at this time, he was already riding a tiger. This man could only bite the bullet and continue: "Your Excellency,
I am proficient in knife skills..."
"Shameless."
"You little devil, you damn bitch, go to hell!"
"Dear mother, I am also proficient in shooting!"
...
I have never seen such a shameless person. The prisoners of war were almost driven crazy by the shameless Japanese lieutenant, and they started to curse angrily, even though most of them were so hungry that they had no strength at all.
"Okay, give him his katana." Liu Lang nodded noncommittally and waved his hand at Niu Er who had captured the samurai sword.
Niu Er smiled coldly and threw the katana with the scabbard far away.
With a "choking" sound, Muto Hidemi pulled out the sharp samurai sword, feeling a little calmer from the panic in her heart.
"Your Excellency, your behavior of keeping your promise deserves the tribute of the Muto family. You are also a true warrior." Muto Hidemi is very good at eating fruit and swearing, bowing, but holding the katana tightly with both hands.
of.
No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives. With a samurai sword in hand that is much longer than a "kitchen knife", Hidemi Muto must be much more courageous.
Everyone dispersed far away, leaving the place empty.
In addition, the dozen or so Japanese officers who were being held at gunpoint and waiting for a life-or-death duel were looking at their boss intently. Who won and lost in this competition was not important to them. What was important was that their boss
Don't do anything to this fat white man impulsively.
In that case, they might be killed by someone else without even having a chance to duel.
Many of them even hoped that their former immediate boss would lose. Although he would die, he would at least leave a way for the remaining people to survive.
If the people who are most concerned about the results of this competition are probably the thousands of prisoners of war. It's not that Fatty White is so cute and they like him, but that they don't want to let go of the biggest devil in the prisoner of war camp. Thousands of people are even close
He was starving to death of thirst. If there weren't dozens of guns pointing at them, they would have rushed up and eaten this little devil alive.
Then, regardless of whether they were Japanese or Chinese, except maybe Muto Hidemi who felt a little calmer during the game, their hearts were a little calmer.
This fat guy is not so pretentious and wants to fight a katana with his bare hands. He also has weapons that he is good at.
Hidemi Muto really wanted to swallow what he just said.
"By the way, I forgot to tell you, I am good at stick skills." Liu Lang stood five meters away and said to Hidemi Muto, who was holding a katana in both hands and was already staggering to prepare for an attack.
What is stick technique? Muto Hidemi was a little confused at first.
Not to mention that he is confused as a Japanese, but many Chinese people are at a loss. There is stick skills, but when has there been any stick skills? Sun Wukong's golden cudgel?
until......
Two special forces soldiers carried a three-meter-long wooden pole that was used as a barrier at the gate of the prisoner of war camp. It was as thick as an adult's calf.
Except for the officers and soldiers of the Independent Regiment, the eyes of the rest of the Chinese and Japanese people were almost blinded, and even their breathing seemed to freeze.
No wonder it’s called stick technique. This damn thing is just a big stick, okay? But are you sure you can dance with this thing? A big wooden stick with a diameter of at least ten centimeters and a length of three meters weighs at least one hundred thirty or forty kilograms.
It's too heavy even for two strong grown men to carry it, let alone beat someone with it.
"Your Excellency, you are joking..." Muto Hidemi, who was obviously not thirsty but whose mouth was obviously dry, felt that the fat white man opposite was teasing her, just like a cat playing with a mouse. He would kill him after he had enough fun.
?
Judging from the current scene, it seems likely to be true.
"Are you kidding me? I don't have the time." Liu Lang smiled slightly.
He stretched his toes towards the wooden pole, or to be precise, the bottom of the wooden pole, and weighed it as if he didn't use any force. The large wooden pole, which weighed more than 100 kilograms, rose into the air as if it violated the laws of physics. Liu Lang stretched out his arm and lifted it.
Hold it under your arm, hold on with one arm, and point at the stunned Japanese lieutenant a few meters away, "Come on!"
That scene, how should I put it? The impact was too strong.
Originally, the Japanese lieutenant holding a samurai sword in both hands and wearing long military boots looked very imposing, but when the super big stick was pointed at him, everyone felt that he was just a little chicken facing a fierce tiger.
of chicken.
It wasn't because the stick was too thick and too big that he had an advantage, but because Liu Lang's ability to lift weight with ease had told everyone that he could kill a tiger with one stick, let alone a little devil with a knife.
, Wu Song didn’t have to fight so hard at all.
Indeed, a stick weighing hundreds of kilograms can crush a large living person to death even if they are not beaten in turns.
Everyone watching thought so. As Liu Lang's opponent, Hidemi Muto wanted to cry even more.
Damn it, how many bad things has the Muto family done? They wanted to pick the weakest one, but they picked such a humanoid monster? Compared with the three-meter-long wooden stick, his 80-centimeter-long samurai sword,
It's as pitiful as a small toothpick.
"If you don't come, then I'll come." Liu Lang's lips curved with a hint of coldness.
With a swing of his arm, he swung the stick towards Hidemi Muto.
Many years later, the soldiers who were lucky enough to survive the war among the thousands of prisoners of war still clearly remember that scene.
A fat, white man with an unattractive appearance held a big stick weighing hundreds of kilograms in one hand, like a toothpick, and swatted at the Japanese army. Yes, it wasn't swinging, it was just like swatting a fly, and he hit the Japanese soldier head-on with the stick.
The terrifying sound of the dancing sticks was almost heard by everyone in the room.
Muto Hidemi, who wanted to cry, naturally did not want to sit back and wait for death. He also tried his best to slash out diagonally downwards and upwards. Although he might not be able to block it, he could still slash it a little crookedly. At the same time, he was still dodging to the side.
It fully demonstrates the strength of the third level of karate. Anyway, it is definitely a little stronger than the flies caught by the fly swatter.
But Liu Lang didn't give him this chance. He didn't even have a chance to touch the stick with the knife. With a slight turn of his wrist, the smash turned into a sweep. There was a muffled "bang" sound mixed with the sound of broken bones. Liu Lang
The wave struck the dodging Japanese lieutenant in the ribs.
The force was so great that the Japanese lieutenant who screamed in agony was swept several meters away in the air. Before he could fall from the air, Liu Lang took a big step forward, and the stick drew an arc in the air and volleyed down.
It hit the Japanese lieutenant on the neck who was screaming heartbreakingly.
With a "bang", Hidemi Muto fell to the ground after being smashed to the dust. His hands and feet twitched and tilted toward the sky in a weird way, while his neck twisted to the side weirdly, and his eyes were wide open. His eyes were gray.
It's hazy and has lost its luster.
Obviously, this stick shattered his neck bones and also shattered all his vitality.
The so-called battle only lasted two seconds.
It's not that the Japanese scumbag is too weak, it's that the fat master is too strong. Everyone else present has the illusion that even if they were in the little devil's position, if they could survive for one more second, it would be God's fault.
Not to mention the Chinese and Japanese prisoners of war who didn't understand Langtanza, even the officers and soldiers of the Independent Regiment who were familiar with Langtanza's combat capabilities secretly took a breath.
The Bull Demon King is getting more and more exaggerated.
The whole place was silent.
Knocking out his opponent in two seconds, the fat white man holding the baton in one hand was like a god of war wearing a shining golden armor at that moment, invincible.