The red tasseled spear in the monk's hand had been modified by him.
Others might not be used to it. However, to the monk, it was the best cold weapon!
This Monk Wei from the Shaolin Temple was not cut out to be a guard.
Logically speaking, a security guard was a leader who had to protect him at all times.
Therefore, the guards around Zhao Gang were quite competent. They did not leave his side at all!
Looking at Monk Wei, he had long forgotten about protecting the leader's safety.
He just wanted to kill to his heart's content!
Of course, a guard like him was also the most suitable for Li Yunlong.
After all, Li Yunlong wasn't a proper regiment commander. A proper regiment commander would sit in the command center and lead the overall situation.
Who the hell was like Li Yunlong, who would personally participate in the battle and charge into the battlefield with Ghost Head Blade in hand?
The red tasseled spear in Monk Wei's hand was being played with like a tiger. At the same time, it wasn't just for show. Its lethality was also extremely strong!
The red tassels of this spear were more than two feet long, and the shaft was made of white wax with a diameter of two centimeters.
This kind of cold weapon with a very classical style had the dual functions of a spear and a rod in the traditional martial arts of the Dragon Country.
The monk was from the Shaolin Temple, and the Shaolin Temple mainly practiced staff techniques.
Tyrant had been a soldier for some time now, so he combined the Shaolin Temple's staff techniques, stabbing techniques, and spear techniques to create his own set of spear techniques for killing on the battlefield.
It was just that he did not catch up with the good times and was in this era of firearms. If it was in the era of cold weapons, his spear technique might be comparable to the Yang family spear or the Yue family spear.
This set of marksmanship, coupled with this kind of weapon, was much more powerful than the Japanese's three-eight big cover with a bayonet!
At this moment, the Japanese, who advocated cold weapons, also targeted the monk.
Knowing that the monk was quite capable, the five Japanese immediately surrounded the monk.
The monk wasn't afraid at all. He just smiled disdainfully. Then, the spear in his hand whistled and he swung the rod 360 degrees against the ground.
Suddenly, the five Japanese fell to the ground, screaming.
The strength of the white wax spear was extremely great. It directly broke the ankles of the five Japanese!
Then, Seven grabbed the end of the spear and spun it 360 degrees.
The ghost who fell to the ground had a fatal wound from the tip of the spear and lost his breath.
Soon, another group of Japanese surrounded them. The monk placed the tail of the white wax spear on the ground and did a pole vault. He jumped into the air and kicked the throats of the two Japanese.
There were hidden weapons on his feet!
The hidden weapon on his foot cut through the Japanese's carotid artery.
In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain. Blood spurted more than half a foot high along with the pressure!
When the ghost saw such a brave monk, he was shocked.
At this moment, Monk Wei was like a monster in their eyes.
For a moment, no one dared to attack Tyrant.
The monk, on the other hand, showed no mercy. The more he killed, the happier he became.
The monk picked up his red-tasseled spear and prepared to charge at the two Japanese.
However, at this moment, two gunshots were heard.
The next moment, the two Japanese fell to the ground.
The monk turned around and saw Zhao Gang blowing at the muzzle of his gun. He said unhappily,"Zhao Zhenga, can we save some bullets?”
"If you want to fight with a bayonet, let's not shoot. Look at the Japanese. We're already charging at them, but they're still reloading their bullets. He would rather be stabbed to death by me than fight with bullets or bayonet.”
"If you do this…the devils will laugh at us for not following the rules and not respecting martial arts ethics…"
At this moment, Zhao Gang fired two more shots and knocked down two Japanese. He said,"Where did all these rules come from? As long as he could destroy the enemy, it would be fine! Besides, you, the Flowery Monk, have already used your hidden weapons, so why are you still talking about martial ethics?”
The monk smiled in embarrassment.
It was indeed wrong and bad for the political committee to shoot.
But then again, he, who had hidden weapons on his feet, was not any better than her.
Now, in the eyes of the Japanese, Monk Wei and Zhang Dabiao were two tough bones that no one was willing to bite.
However, on the other side, there were people who were killing even more happily. They were simply a f * cking god of death!
On the other side, Zhang Dabiao killed a Japanese with one slash and said proudly,""Hehe, the thirteenth! Delightful!"
"Thirteen? Battalion Commander Zhang, your progress is a little slow? This is my eighteenth."
Xu An said proudly.
Then, Xu An threw the dagger in his hand into the forehead of a Japanese. Xu An smiled and said,"Nineteen."
Zhang Dabiao was helpless about this. He could only give Xu An a thumbs up…
Xu An's throwing knife skill was indeed a little awesome.
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