Before Fujita could stop him, Sato had already become Monk Wei's soul under his fist.
Due to the so-called samurai sword spirit, Fujita didn't ask the special agent team members to attack Monk Wei. Instead, he went down personally, ready to fight with him.
Unexpectedly, Monk Wei, who was beside Sato's body, pulled out the pistol from Sato's waist and fired two shots at Fujita's head. Fujita fell down without any resistance.
"Brothers, hurry up and do it!"
The remaining captives also picked up their knives and charged at the Japanese soldiers.
"There's still a chance of survival if we fight them!”
"Kill them!"
Da da!
Da da!
The roar of light and heavy machine guns suddenly came from the entrance of the prisoner of war camp. A large number of the Japanese in the prisoner of war camp fell before they could react.
"Baka! What happened?"
Lieutenant Tanaka, the captain of the garrison team, shouted. Suddenly, he felt his body go weak and could not muster any strength."What's wrong with me? I can't even hold a knife!”
The Yamamoto Special Agent Team relied on the German-made automatic submachine guns in their hands and kept firing, suppressing Monk Wei and the others until they could not raise their heads. They could only hide behind the fortifications.
The sudden gunshots attracted the Yamamoto Secret Service Squad's attention. Monk Wei took the opportunity to seize a light machine gun in the corner and fired at the Yamamoto Secret Service Squad.
With the help of the puppet troops, the soldiers of the 1st Battalion quickly took control of most of the sentry posts and machine gun positions.
In addition, the food that the Japanese ate had been added with strong ingredients. Their combat strength was less than 10% and there were almost no major casualties.
Da da! Da da!
The remaining dozen Japanese from the Yamamoto Special Agent Team retreated to a machine gun position near the power room. Some of the Japanese who had not eaten too much and were still able to fight also joined them. There were more than 20 people at the position.
Zhang Dabiao, who was running in front, had already led his troops to fight with them.
As almost all of the Yamamoto Special Agent Team were sharpshooters, the soldiers of the 1st Battalion fell not long after they rushed out.
The machine gun position of the prisoner of war camp was heavily guarded. There was one heavy machine gun and two light machine guns in the machine gun position. Zhang Dabiao and the others couldn't break through at all.
Moreover, the machine guns were high up in the sky, and the surroundings were within the shooting range of the machine guns. Grenade launchers and mortars could not be set up at all.
"Explosive bag, go!"
Zhang Dabiao shouted, and a soldier immediately rushed forward with a few grenades made of simple explosives. However, he was pushed back by the Japanese's machine gun fire after only a dozen steps.
Zhang Dabiao snatched the explosive bag from the soldier's hand and shouted,""Cover me!"
Then, he hugged the explosive bag and bent down to rush to the bottom of the power room.
Da da!
Da da!
The machine gunners roared and fired bullets to cover their battalion commander.
The Japanese quickly noticed Zhang Dabiao's figure. A few Japanese veterans quickly aimed their rifles at Zhang Dabiao.
Bang bang bang!
Three gunshots suddenly appeared in everyone's ears. Li Yunlong, who was wearing a gray Eighth Route Army uniform behind the fortifications, was aiming and shooting with the Japanese's 38th Cover.
"Oh my god, Guild Leader's marksmanship is too godly!”
"One spear for one, and every one of them hit the center of the forehead.”
The soldiers who witnessed Li Yun Long's spear technique exclaimed in admiration.
Li Yunlong was delighted. After receiving the special forces combat skills, not only did his physical fitness improve, but his marksmanship also improved a lot. Now he was confident that he could hit the Embroidery Needle from 300 meters away.
The more he fought, the happier he became. He felt that the gun in his hand had become one with him. He was one with the gun, and he could shoot wherever he pointed. The Japanese that popped out died one by one. The machine gunners had changed several times.
One person had suppressed everyone on the other side.
Under the cover of Li Yunlong's super marksmanship, Zhang Dabiao rushed to the bottom of the power room, pulled the fuse of the explosive bag, calculated the time, and threw the explosive bag up. It just happened to fall on the roof of the power room and exploded.
Rumble!
A huge explosion resounded through the clouds!
A huge amount of dust was stirred up, and the corner of the power room was blown up. The ghost's corpse was blown into pieces and flew into the air. No complete limbs could be found.
"Well done!"
Li Yunlong stood up and cheered for Zhang Dabiao.
Suddenly, he felt a chill behind him. The vigilance and experience accumulated from years of war allowed him to react in time. He fell forward to avoid the sneak attack from behind. As his body fell to the ground, he turned around and took out his pistol. He threw a shot at the enemy behind him.
Bang! Bang!
Two gunshots rang out one after another. A bloody hole appeared in the head of the Japanese soldier who ambushed him from behind. Blood gushed out from the bloody hole.
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