...The monks finally understood why the little devil gathered them here.
The translator just now made it very clear, allowing them to conduct unarmed combat training with the little devils in front of them.
Monk, Howitzer, and Dong San frowned. They had actually heard that the Japs even used live prisoners of war for assassination training.
Let those Japanese soldiers who have never been on the battlefield kill people and practice their courage to stimulate their bloodiness.
I just didn't expect that it would be my turn.
What surprised the monk was that he heard that the Japs usually used prisoners of war for training. The Japs had bayonets on them, while the prisoners on the other side had bare hands. They were obviously sent to be killed by the Japs.
It seemed that something was different in front of me. Listening to the meaning of the Japanese translator, these little devils wanted to fight with their prisoners of war with bare hands, and even said that they could give the prisoners a short knife.
This is really strange. Is it stupidity or blind confidence?
The monk looked carefully in the dark, and he found that the Japs in front of him seemed very different. He saw confidence, arrogance, indifference, cruelty in the calm eyes of the Japs...
The Japanese translator continued to speak, trying to stimulate the blood of these national army prisoners with the provocation method.
"Are you soldiers? Can you still be called soldiers? In our opinion, you are just a group of cowardly, pitiful, humble guys. You don't even have the courage to stand up and resist. What kind of soldiers are you?"
"I see cowardice in you, cowardice deep in your bones. Are all Chinese people so cowardly? The sick man of East Asia is indeed not a myth.
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All kinds of ugly words.
Those who can be sent here are all "thorns" among the prisoners. At least they are not willing to surrender to the Japanese and become traitors. They are somewhat bloody in their hearts. The Japanese are so exciting, so naturally some people want to come forward.
Howitzer saw the difference between this group of Japs and quickly said, "Young Japs, that sounds nice. You just want us to be our sparring partners, but why don't you let us have something to eat? You haven't eaten in almost two days." ”
"That's right, that's right-"
The soldiers started making noises.
The Japanese translator sneered and said, "If you want to eat, you can, as long as you can defeat your opponent."
Now the temptation is big enough. First it was insulting and exciting, but now you can still eat if you win.
The two captive soldiers, one on the left and one on the right, stood up almost at the same time.
The two of them were quite bloody. Since they were captured and did not choose to surrender, it was worthwhile to kill a little devil before they died.
The two people who stood up at the same time saw each other and were startled for a moment, as if they wanted to give in. One of them was about to squat down again.
A dark-faced Japs walked out from the opposite side. He seemed to be relatively young. He waved to the two of them and spoke fluent Chinese: "You can bring yours together, as well as a short sword!"
Playing for real?
The three monks were a little confused.
The two captive soldiers didn't think too much. They didn't need to talk about morality with the little Japanese. Since the little Japanese was looking for death, they couldn't blame them.
The two of them picked up the dagger that had been thrown to the ground by the Japanese, and even tacitly agreed to outflank the black-faced Japanese from the left and right.
The monk could tell that these two prisoners were definitely veterans. Their attacks were very methodical and their cooperation was quite tacit. The two daggers greeted the Japanese at the same time. One attacked the upper three routes and the other attacked the lower three routes.
Concentrated gazes gathered over them. Even if they were prisoners, these captive soldiers hoped that the Chinese could defeat the Japanese and restore some dignity of the soldiers.
When the short knife was close to the black-faced devil's body, the black-faced devil suddenly moved.
quick!
This black-faced devil's reaction speed is extremely fast.
Taking action is a killing move.
While his left foot quickly stepped on the dagger coming from the left, his right foot quickly jumped into the air. Before the dagger coming from the right could get close, he kicked the opponent in the heart. Without stopping, he jumped forward. He got close to the other opponent whose dagger was stepped on. While stepping on the dagger, he stepped forward and with his hands intertwined, he violently broke the opponent's neck.
In the blink of an eye.
The two captured soldiers who took the lead in the battle were killed and the other seriously wounded.
quiet--
Compared to the battlefield, the moment of deathly silence was terrifying.
The prisoners of the national army finally came back to their senses from death. This was not a simple fight, it was clearly a massacre!
Stand up and challenge these devils, failure means death.
But the prisoners are not stupid either. How can these Japs in front of them be ordinary Japs?
Two against one, still holding a short sword, the Japanese are bare-handed, and the national army is no match, so how can they fight?
The shadow of death instantly enveloped the hearts of the national army prisoners.
For a while, no one dared to stand up and challenge.
The Japanese translator had a mocking look on his face and insulted him again:
"Is this a Chinese soldier? A little blood is enough to make you flinch. We killed your comrades, why don't we even have the courage to take revenge?"
"The humble Chinese are really disappointing..."
The Japanese scolded me too harshly.
A bloody northern man stood up again.
"I'll come! Little devil, aren't you just killing people? Grandpa is still afraid of you?"
The monk, the howitzer, and Dong San knew this soldier, named Jiang Dao. He seemed to be a soldier of the Shanxi-Sui Army who had been captured not long ago and was recently sent to the concentration camp.
Jiang Dao was very bloody. When faced with the Japanese trying to persuade them to surrender, he would always curse without any cover-up. Those cowards who chose to surrender were the ones he cursed most harshly.
The monk was impressed and felt that this soldier was a man.
"Let's see! He should be able to do it!" the monk whispered, and the howitzer and Dong San nodded.
The Japanese translator shouted: "Very good. One of us is considered a soldier. We need two more. Who else is there?"
"Little devil, don't look down on others, your grandfather and I are enough!" Jiang Dao cursed unscrupulously.
The Japanese translator wanted to say something more, but the oldest Japanese team leader stopped him, turned around and selected another person from the team. He was still a little Japanese boy with a baby face, and he didn't know whether he was an adult or not.
"Kojiro, this is yours." The old devil said.
Jiang Dao looked at the baby-faced Japanese and mocked, "You little kid, your hair isn't all grown yet, is it? You dare to invade our country, China. Come, let me teach you what Chinese Kung Fu is."
"You can use a short knife!"
"Bullshit, I'm going to hit you with a short knife when you're not even covered in hair?"
The baby-faced kid seemed to understand Chinese, with a look of anger on his face, and he took the lead in attacking Jiang Dao.
Howitzer is a veteran on the battlefield, and he still has good eyesight. "Jiang Dao is brave and careful. He first made the little devil angry and confused the situation. In this way, the little devil was at a disadvantage before the two of them fought... …”
Before the howitzer finished speaking, in the battlefield, with only three or five moves, Jiang Dao was kicked in the chest by the baby-faced Japanese, and flew straight away two or three meters away. He landed on the ground, his face as pale as paper, and the corners of his mouth were wet. With bright red blood.
All the original ridicule on his face was gone, and his eyes were full of shock. This little devil was very cruel.
Jiang Dao, who fell to the ground, struggled, but couldn't get up. The kick was too hard.
The Jaap captain, who was obviously an old Jaap, was not satisfied.
I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but he spoke in Chinese and in a scolding tone:
"Stupid, if you just kicked him in the heart or neck, your opponent is already a corpse now. If an enemy can be killed with one move, never use the second move. Do you understand?"
"Hi!" The baby-faced kid responded convincingly.
He turned his head, with a look of indifference and cruelty that was definitely not what he should have at his age, and walked step by step towards Jiang Dao, who fell to the ground.
Jiang Dao had obviously been severely injured and had no power to fight back. If the Japanese attacked again, he would have no choice but to die on the spot.
Everyone in the team who knew Jiang Dao was shocked and gasped in their hearts. It was really unexpected that a baby-faced Japs could be so ferocious and powerful.
What about the devils behind the baby face who have never taken action? Will it be more powerful?
Could it be that these cruel guys came here to practice killing people like them?
For a moment, no one dared to step forward, and they just watched helplessly as the baby-faced devil walked towards Jiang Dao.
The monk couldn't help but clenched his fists.
The Japs in front of me were frightening. They did not seem to be regular combat troops of the Japs. This baby-faced Japs seemed to be the youngest among the more than 20 Japs.
But even for such a young devil, his attacks were extremely cruel.
Jiang Dao couldn't even block two moves.
The monk decided to save people. He knew Jiang Dao and admired Jiang Dao's courage and integrity.
"It's just a discussion, why do you want to kill him? I'll do it!" The monk shouted, pushed away the howitzer and Dong San who were about to stop him, and stopped in front of Jiang Dao.
The baby-faced devil was startled for a moment, and then seemed to become more and more excited.
He hadn't had enough of it just now! He was also scolded by the instructor, who just in time knocked down the almost bald-headed man in front of him.
Jiang Dao covered his chest and spoke with some difficulty, "Monk Wei, cough...be careful, this little devil is not weak."
The monk scolded: "You are not good at studying. You insist on standing up to act as a hero. Not only will you lose face, but you will also lose the face of our Chinese martial arts. If I don't stand up, the little devil will really treat their three-legged cat's kung fu as nothing." It’s happened.”
"..."
The baby-faced devil was ready to attack and wanted to kill the monk with one move.
But the monk waved his hand indifferently, pointing at the old Japanese captain next to the baby-faced Japanese, "Come here, I don't like the others."
This is a blatant provocation.
In fact, the more than 20 young Japanese soldiers who appeared in the concentration camp were the reserve soldiers prepared by Yamamoto for his special agent team, and they had been receiving high-intensity special forces military training.
During the Battle of Yangcun, Yamamoto's special agent team was reduced by more than half. Yamamoto had no choice but to prepare to replenish the special agent team.
The current shooting training with prisoners of war is the final baptism of growth for these special agent team reserve soldiers before they officially join the Yamamoto special agent team.
As for the Japanese captain in front of him, he was an official member of Yamamoto's special agent team and the leader of a combat team of Yamamoto's special agent team.
He has always been responsible for the training of special agent reserve personnel.
Naturally, the old devil couldn't bear being openly provoked by the monk. There were so many students around him watching! I just reprimanded the students, just to teach them a lesson.
Thinking of this, surprise appeared on the old devil's face, followed by a contemptuous smile, "Me? Very good, Chinese, you are very discerning, I will let you die with dignity."
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