"beat!"
"beat!"
The two voices sounded almost at the same time.
The voice came from Cao Zheng. As they exited, Cao Zheng and Mumu, who were disguised as the Japanese special agent team, did not hesitate anymore. They directly picked up the German-made MP38 submachine gun that had been pulled up in advance and pointed it at the people who were guarding the entrance of the prisoner of war camp. A few Japs were swept away in one round.
The few Japs on alert had just been attracted by the sound of gunfire in the prisoner of war camp. They were caught off guard and were directly hit by Cao Zhenghe's submachine gun fire and died on the spot.
The other voice was the order issued by Kong Jie, who had been observing the situation in the prisoner of war camp.
The next moment they exited, sniper members Wang Xikui and Ye Min, who had already locked the target in advance, took action at the same time.
One was the sound of a Type 97 sniper rifle, and the other was the sound of a Type 38 rifle. The two high-speed rotating bullets accurately hit the target. The Japs holding light machine guns in the left and right corners of the Tomahawk Battalion were killed on the spot.
"kill--"
Inside a prisoner of war camp.
The first gunshot was naturally fired by the monk.
The monk broke out instantly. While killing the old devil, he snatched the old devil's gun and took the lead, firing two bullets in succession.
This old devil is equipped with a Southern Type 14 pistol, which is also a bastard box. Eight-millimeter pistol bullets are very destructive at close range. The three young devils behind the old devil who have not had time to recover, even Even though he was wearing a bulletproof vest, he was killed instantly.
Howitzer and Dong Sanguai, who had been waiting for this moment for a long time, shouted: "Brothers, grab the gun, kill the little devil and rush out!"
The prisoners of the national army immediately rioted and rushed towards the Japanese beside them.
The Japs who came back to their senses were about to fight back, but they didn't expect Cao Zheng and Mu Mu, disguised as Japs from the special service team, to arrive so suddenly.
Kong Jie had assigned tasks to Cao Zheng and Mu Mu.
After successfully approaching and killing the Japanese sentry guarding the entrance of the prisoner of war camp, Mu Mu and Cao Zheng quickly rushed into the prisoner of war camp without stopping for a moment. At the same time, they raised their guns and quickly pressed the trigger and released it, directly killing the prisoner of war camp compound with burst fire. The Japanese manned machine guns on the observation decks on the left and right sides of the rear.
At this point, all four Japanese machine gunners on the observation decks built in the corners of the prisoner of war camp compound were killed.
In a flash of lightning, Cao Zheng and Mu Mu, who had shot down the Japs machine gunner, quickly turned their guns and aimed at the Japs who were about to attack the prisoners.
The German-made MP38 submachine gun fires wildly, with a capacity of up to 32 rounds (one or two less rounds will be loaded to prevent jamming), plus an initial velocity of 381m/s, and a theoretical rate of fire of 500 rounds/min. It gives unparalleled power in close combat.
In an instant, Mu Mu and Cao Zheng, who pressed the trigger tightly without letting go, emptied all the bullets in the submachine gun magazine.
The effect is naturally considerable.
Although continuous shooting will cause the submachine gun's subsequent bullets to be inaccurate, there is no such concern at present. The two sides are too close. Cao Zheng, Mu Mu and the little Japanese are less than 20 meters away.
In addition to watching the battle earlier, the little devil was standing neatly at this moment.
They never expected that Monk Wei could kill people, and Cao Zheng and Mu Mu suddenly came in.
Under the cover of submachine gun fire, nearly half of the special agent reserve soldiers who were preparing to attack the prisoners were harvested like leeks.
The Japs in the second and third rows only managed to survive by relying on the bodies of the Japs in front to block them.
"Wood, change the magazine!"
Seeing that the firepower had stopped, Cao Zheng temporarily abandoned his submachine gun and quickly took out two 20-shot rifles that he had prepared early in the morning. One of them was thrown directly at the national prisoners, and the other was fired at the Japanese soldiers, continuing to suppress them with firepower. At the same time, he shouted:
"I am a member of the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army. Those Chinese who are rich enough will pick up a gun and kill the Japanese with me!"
Among the prisoners, the howitzer was overjoyed. With quick eyes and quick hands, he caught the shell gun thrown by Cao Zheng. He turned around and opened the safety, and then used it as a submachine gun to shoot at the Japanese.
The reaction force was there, but the recoil of the continuous shell gun was too great. Except for the first two bullets sent by the howitzer to the little devil, almost all the subsequent bullets were hit in mid-air.
Mu Mu quickly pulled out the loaded magazine from his body. After replacing the magazine in the blink of an eye, he continued to hold the submachine gun and shoot at the remaining Japs.
The Japs suffered a sudden and violent fire attack, and more than half of them were killed and wounded quickly. The remaining Japs reacted very quickly, rolled over quickly, and relied on the bunkers in the courtyard to counterattack.
The prisoners of the national army were the first to bear the brunt, and casualties began to appear. Some who had no time to disperse and escape were directly killed by the Japanese.
The monk killed three or four Japs one after another, then turned around and stared at the Japs' machine gun on the observation tower. Taking advantage of the Japs' side being suppressed by Cao Zhenghe Mumu's firepower, he quickly climbed up the observation tower and grabbed the Japs' light machine gun.
Light machine gun fire covered the area from a high place, and the situation of the Japanese became more and more difficult. Two young Japanese used the cover of the bunker to quickly take off the grenades hanging on their chests, unplug the latch, and after the impact, they were about to throw them into the group of prisoners. During the attack, the monk reacted faster and used machine gun fire to kill the Japs in advance. Then, the grenade exploded behind the bunker where the Japs were hiding, killing three Japs directly.
"well played!"
Cao Zheng's eyes quickly passed over the monk, and he secretly marveled in his heart, this boy is definitely a good player.
A moment later, Kong Jie quickly arrived with the main force of the commando, and quickly resolved the battle with grenades thrown by the group, killing the last Japanese behind the bunker.
The smoke after the grenade explosion almost enveloped the entire prisoner of war camp. It took a while before it dissipated with the wind.
Kong Jie, who was leading the way, glanced across the courtyard.
The Japanese who were killed looked very young, and they were also wearing the standard military uniforms of Yamamoto's special agent team.
But since they would appear here and use prisoners of war for training, it seems that they may not be the Japanese special forces that attacked Yangcun.
Are they reserve soldiers?
The supplementary troops prepared by that old devil Yamamoto for his special agent team?
If that were the case, it would be too much fun.
More than twenty Japs died on the land of China at such a young age. They really deserved to die!
Then, Kong Jie's eyes met the monk's gaze.
Kong Jie felt a little startled in his heart. The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became. What a Monk Wei. The almost naked head was so easy to recognize. It was him. There was no mistaking him.
Lao Li, Lao Li, I'm sorry, I want your guard!
The monk who met Kong Jie's eyes across from him was also a little dazed. Although the man was wearing ordinary people's clothes, his sharp, calm and confident eyes were unforgettable.
Or maybe it's because Kong Jie's personal charm has been rising in recent days.
The monk felt that Kong Jie in front of him had an indescribable temperament.
"Captain, hey, they're all gone. If you didn't come, Mu Mu and I could put these little devils to rest!" Cao Zheng, the leader of the fire team, curled his lips and said proudly.
Leader! ! !
Hearing Cao Zheng's address to Kong Jie, Monk, Howitzer, and Dong San were all stunned for a moment. The man holding a submachine gun had also said before that they seemed to be the Eighth Route Army. Could this person in front of him be the commander of their Eighth Route Army?
Cao Zheng, seeing Kong Jie's eyes fixed on the monk, said with a smile: "Commander, this little brother is very skilled. In the blink of an eye just now, he climbed up to the observation tower and snatched the Japanese machine gun. Otherwise, our casualties will be even greater."
