The north wind blew, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Wei Da Yong, who wasn't wearing an eye mask, was blown into his eyes by the dust. He couldn't help but blink.
In a battle between experts, even the slightest change could be the key to victory.
How could Ito Zuoer let go of such a good opportunity? He clenched his fists and punched Monk Wei in the face.
"Hah ~~~"
To determine the position by listening to the sound!
Although Wei Da Yong spoke arrogantly, he knew how powerful these Japanese were. The moment the dust entered his eyes, he cursed in his heart.
He could only barely protect his chest with his hands to block Ito Zuoji's sharp attack.
"Bang!"
This punch was much stronger than the Japanese who had just arrived. Wei Da Yong carefully felt the power coming from his hand and had a rough idea.
However, there was no time for him to think too much. His first attack did not succeed, and Ito Zuoer launched another attack.
Killing moves, each fatal move!
Wei Dayong separated from Ito Zuoer after the exchange of blows. His eyes had recovered, and he was no longer worried about accidentally punching Ito Zuoer.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang
!
Wei Da Yong's chest was kicked by Ito Zuoji. The powerful force made him take a few steps back, and his blood boiled.
When Ito Zuoer hit Monk Wei, he was also hit in the abdomen by Wei Dayong's kick. At this moment, he deeply experienced the power of Monk Wei's kick.
He flew more than three meters away and fell to the ground with a low groan. His blood boiled and blood could not help but flow from the corner of his mouth.
Wei Da Yong patted the dust off his yellow military uniform and mocked,""Little Japanese, your leg skills are not bad. You must have learned it from your master's wife!”
"Baka!"
The other agents saw this and cursed. They quickly raised their guns and wanted to teach them a lesson, but they were stopped by Ito Zuoji.
He stood up while holding back his surging blood. He did not dare to look down on Monk Wei. Instead, there was a hint of solemnity and seriousness in his eyes.
If he couldn't regain his dignity, not only would he lose his prestige as a squad leader, but he would also be unable to raise his head in front of these new members.
"I'm going to kill you!" After saying that, he rushed forward again.
The serious Ito Zuoji made Monk Wei feel a lot of pressure.
He didn't dare to be careless and rushed forward with a loud shout. This time, he didn't hold back.
Peng, peng…the
two of them fought fiercely.
After a few rounds, Monk Wei won. Ito Zuoer was beaten into a dog-eat-shit position and fell to the ground, spitting out blood.
This time, Monk Wei did not give him a chance. He flew up and elbowed Ito Zuoji, quickly snatching the pistol from his waist.
"Bang!"
It had to be said that Monk Wei's marksmanship was pretty good. The Machine Gunner dozens of meters away was instantly headshotted.
The gunshot sounded like a signal.
Wang Meng, Yang Fulin, Zhang Liang and the others had moved close to the Japanese at some point in time. They rushed towards the Japanese at the same time when the gunshots sounded.
Three against one, even a tiger was afraid of a pack of wolves. In an instant, the Japanese agent was killed.
In fact, when he saw this, he also instantly joined the battle.
However, the Japanese on the city wall quickly reacted and raised their guns to shoot at the chaotic crowd.
Immediately, gunshots rang out in the prisoner of war camp.
At
the same time, the Japanese didn't realize that the tightly shut gate of the prisoner of war camp had been opened, and the original guards had disappeared.
Li Ming had to speed up the pace of the attack. He originally wanted to get rid of these Japanese without alerting them, but now that they had been destroyed, he could only force his way out.
Zhang Hao heard the gunshots and knew that this was the Japanese's 38-block building. From the intensity of the gunshots, he could tell that the Japanese were shooting. There was only one possibility for this situation, and that was that Monk Wei and the others had escaped from prison.
Thinking of this, Zhang Hao could no longer sit idly by. He quickly took out his gun from his back and pulled the trigger at the Japanese on the city wall.
Bang!
Bang!
As he fired, he quickly rushed to the entrance of the prisoner of war camp.
With their speed, they covered a distance of a few hundred meters in less than a minute.
"Clean up the enemies and head to the location of the gunshots!”
Zhang Hao quickly gave the order after he arrived. The members of the Dragon Flame team immediately carried out the order. The 12-man team was like a sharp sword that stabbed into the Japanese's hinterland.
There were originally less than a hundred Japanese in the prisoner of war camp. After the assassination and riot, there were less than sixty people left, including non-combatants.
"Kill them!"
"Bang bang bang..."
"Bang bang..."
"Puchi... Puchi..."
The Japanese who were still paying attention to the training ground were now facing a special team like Dragon Flame. Their powerful combat strength instantly caused the Japanese to suffer a devastating blow.
The tactics of the Dragon Flame Special Forces had been optimized by the system. With Zhang Hao and Li Ming, the two snipers, the Japanese were forced to retreat and suffer heavy casualties!
They worked together from the inside and outside, causing the Japanese to be in a mess. A small Japanese team retreated to the remaining soul agent team.
The two sides were in a stalemate.
At this moment, Monk Wei and the others finally saw who it was. They originally thought that it was the 8th Battalion that had come to rescue them, but when they found out that there were only ten of them, they all revealed shocked expressions.
10 people dared to attack the Japanese prisoner of war camp?
The most important thing was that they had beaten the Japanese until they could not fight back. There were no casualties, only a few people were slightly injured.
Since when did the 8th Route have such a strong army?
These people were holding the same 38.8 sniper rifle, Zhang Hao's 97 sniper rifle, a pistol, a military knife, and a grenade at their waist...
Was this equipment really 88?
"Sir, I'm from the 27th Division of the Central Army. My name is Wang Meng, and this is Wei Dayong, my squad leader," Wang Meng greeted after Monk Wei and Zhang Hao met up.
"May I ask which part of the 8th route is the officer from?”
"The Eighth Route Army Independent Regiment," Zhang Hao looked at the remaining thirty people in front of him and said,""We can't stay here for long. Let's go out and talk!”
"Sir, give me a gun and fight him to the death. I'll let the Japanese know who the real sick husband of East Asia is!”Zhang Liang said angrily.
"Yes, fight it out with them. Even if we die, we have to let the Japanese know that our country's soldiers are not people they can insult!”
"Yes!"
The remaining thirty people all agreed.
Sick East Asian husband?
Zhang Hao was slightly stunned and revealed a smile that made Monk Wei and the others shiver. Then, he said to the members of Dragon Flame.
"Give them your guns. My fellow countrymen, use your guns to show the Japanese who is the real sick man of East Asia!”
"Kill them!"
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