As expected.
With a creak, the heavy iron gate of the prisoner of war camp opened.
An old yellow military vehicle drove into the camp.
As soon as the military vehicle entered, the iron gate closed with a bang.
Following that, more than ten Japanese special forces soldiers jumped down from the military vehicle.
They were all American submachine guns, and each of them had an American M3 grenade on their shoulders. This way, they could use the grenade to attack in the fastest time possible.
There was also a military dagger stabbed into his calf.
As a special forces soldier, Zhao Dashan had his own way of dealing with this special forces team.
Even if he didn't make a move, he had already made the most appropriate arrangements in terms of dressing and configuration.
Zhao Dashan could only laugh at the fact that the steel helmet did not reflect light under the sun. It was just a type of alloy metal. It would be outdated in the future. Of course, in the world of the Unsheathed Sword, it was a good thing that the Eighth Route Army did not recognize.
This kind of steel helmet was quite hard. Ordinary bullets could not penetrate it, but modern sniper rifles could easily penetrate it.
Zhao Dashan really wanted to go up and touch these Japanese special forces to check out their combat strength.
But from the looks of it, the conditions did not allow it.
"Attention!"
When the special forces of the Japanese got out of the car, a leader of the Imperial Association Army shouted.
All the soldiers of the Imperial Association held their heads high and stood at attention.
The dozen or so members of the Japanese combat team did not even look at them as they walked straight towards the hundreds of prisoners.
The dozen or so people looked very arrogant as they stopped in front of the captive.
One of the officers stepped forward and looked at the captive. He started to walk around arrogantly and spoke in a language that he could not understand.
A fat translator with glasses began to translate word by word to the prisoner." Chinese prisoners of war, I'll give you a chance to live. You can form groups of three and attack one of our special forces members with short knives. If you kill him, I'll let you go…"
The captives looked at each other.
When the officer of the Japanese special forces saw this, he became even more arrogant and said something in the language of the birds.
"Why isn't anyone coming forward?" the fat translator asked.”
"Let me do it, you Japanese. You guys are too arrogant.”
One of the captives stood up and looked at the captives behind him. He said,"Is there anyone willing to come with me?”
"Me, count me in. The Japanese are too arrogant.”
" And me…" Another captive stood up.
"Yuxi."
The officer of the Japanese special forces nodded in satisfaction and said to Huang Xiejun in a stiff Chinese language,"Uncuff them and give each of them a short knife.”
"Hey! Imperial Army."
A leader of the Imperial Association Army quickly ran up to them and unlocked their handcuffs and shackles.
Zhao Dashan saw this and his eyes narrowed. He thought of a way to escape.
That meant that he had to go up and fight with the Japanese special forces. Only then would he have a chance to remove the handcuffs and shackles.
Now, he also understood that the reason why Monk Wei was so lucky to be able to escape was partly because of luck, and partly because he had unlocked his handcuffs and shackles.
According to the development of the plot, after these three people were killed, Monk Wei would appear.
He had to make a move before he made a move. Otherwise, he would not have a chance.
At this thought, Zhao Dashan began to squeeze forward…
The three prisoners of war had their handcuffs and shackles removed. Each of them held a short knife in their hands and stood in the empty space in the middle.
Each of them held a short knife tightly in their hands and looked at the special forces of the Japanese team warily.
The commander of the Du Special Forces looked at a special soldier behind him and waved his finger.
The special forces soldier handed the submachine gun in his hand to his comrade beside him. He roared and rushed out.
One of the captives also roared and rushed forward with a short knife in his hand.
However, he was kicked down by the Japanese special forces soldier. Immediately after, his knees knelt heavily on his throat. The prisoner instantly spat out blood from his mouth. It was a fatal move.
The Japanese special forces were ruthless, and it was obvious that their strength and agility were much higher than those of the captives. Moreover, their combat skills had reached at least the level of a Level 1 Master.
Zhao Dashan saw this and quickly made a judgment.
The second captive then rushed to the front of the Japanese special forces.
At this moment, the Japanese special forces soldier was still kneeling on the neck of the first prisoner killed.
At this disadvantageous moment, a hook suddenly landed heavily on the prisoner's stomach.
The captive screamed in pain, and his body bent like a shrimp. The Japanese soldier stood up and kneeled on the captive's head.
The heavy blow caused the captive to arrive in an instant. His head was severely injured, and his eyes rolled back. It was unknown if he was dead or unconscious.
The third captive was so scared that he turned around and ran. The Japanese special forces caught up with him and quickly twisted his neck.
The two men fell to the ground at the same time. The Japanese man quickly stood up, but the captive's neck had been broken and he died unwillingly...
Damn it, each and every one of these killer moves, Zhao Dashan cursed in his heart.
" Hahaha..." The officer of the Japanese Special Forces laughed arrogantly and said to the captive in a stiff Chinese language,""Who else?"
"Let me try!"
Zhao Dashan stood up without hesitation.
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