This Japs obviously wanted to use a knife to deal with him, because it would be difficult to detect him with a knife.
Although he was surprised, Wang Zhongyun did not panic, but became calmer.
This is the difference between a natural soldier and an ordinary soldier. The more a natural soldier is at a critical moment, the calmer he is.
And the reaction is fast and ruthless.
"Go to hell!" Wang Zhongyun shouted and suddenly raised the submachine gun in his hand.
The two black figures in front immediately froze there without any reaction, but the last black figure quickly raised the gun and tried to pull the bolt, but it was already too late.
Wang Zhongyun's submachine gun was always on fire, so he was able to fire first.
"Da da da da!" A shuttle of bullets swept past, and the last black figure was shot in the chest and fell to the ground.
With one stroke, Wang Zhongyun knocked down the black figure. Wang Zhongyun rushed towards the black figure with several strides. He first kicked the rifle away from the black figure, and then tied the black figure's hands behind his back to control them. He found that there was still What a devil.
Because none of their first batch of recruits had military caps.
The second batch of new recruits who crossed the river in the past few days didn't even have military uniforms.
But the Japs he controlled not only wore a military cap, but also a cotton military uniform.
After dragging the Japanese to the back of a ruin, Wang Zhongyun called out to his two classmates.
Good guy, those two classmates are still in a daze until now. They have no idea that they just walked through the gate of hell.
Hearing Wang Zhongyun's greeting, the two of them came forward stupidly.
"Here you go!" Wang Zhongyun pulled out the bayonet from the scabbard on the Japanese soldier's waist, threw it to one of his classmates, and said, "Give him a knife!"
The classmate picked up the bayonet and gestured twice, but still did not dare to stab it down.
Because the devil hadn't died yet, and his body was still twitching.
And through the dim moonlight, you can still see the fierce eyes of the Japanese.
As if he felt the threat of death, the Japanese roared subconsciously.
"Hurry up!" Wang Zhongyun shouted in a low voice, "If you don't dare to stab me, go back to school and study. The battlefield is not the place you should be."
However, the classmate was still hesitant and did not dare to take action.
"Give it to me!" Another classmate suddenly grabbed the bayonet and stabbed the Japanese man in the chest who was still twitching. There was only a soft pop sound, and the sharp bayonet penetrated the Japanese man's heart easily, like a bamboo stick. Enter the radish.
The Japanese man twitched a few times and stopped moving.
"Ah Qiu, good job." Wang Zhongyun gave a thumbs up.
Once he let go, the Japs fell limply to the ground.
But the two empty eyes were still staring straight at Aqiu.
Aqiu and the Japanese looked at each other for a few seconds, then suddenly turned around and fell to the ground to retching.
"Spit, spit." Wang Zhongyun patted Aqiu on the shoulder and advised, "Just get used to vomiting. This is the battlefield."
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In the darkness, Nishijin Kishida suddenly turned over and sat up.
"No! Something is not right about the situation!" Kishida Nishijin murmured.
"Captain, what's wrong?" A Japanese soldier next to him stood up.
Kishida Nishijin waved his hand and asked in a deep voice: "Kamei-kun, what time is it now?"
The first-class soldier said: "I don't know, my Roman watch just fell into the toilet. It was full of feces and smelly, so I didn't look for it."
Another first-class soldier said: "Ono-kun and the four of them have been gone for almost ten minutes, so it should be ten minutes past ten."
"Fart!" cursed the third private, "at least we've been gone for more than a quarter of an hour."
"Then something must have happened, otherwise Kuroda-kun and the others should have come back long ago!" Nishijin Kishida picked up the rifle next to him and shouted, "Wake up the others quickly, we have to rush to support Ono-kun and the others. ,quick!"
However, as soon as the five people rushed out of the Shikumen, they met three people, bent over and approaching with guns in hand.
"Only the soldier!"
"Devil!"
The two groups of people roared almost simultaneously.
Kishida Nishijin and the five others fired immediately, and two of the three people on the opposite side fell to the ground. However, the remaining one reacted very quickly. Not only did he hide behind a Shikumen at the first time, he also took the time to come towards them. Bian threw a grenade over.
The grenade rolled over with white smoke, and exploded as soon as it reached his feet.
The four Japanese soldiers walking in front were immediately knocked to the ground by the air wave generated by the explosion, and their entire bodies were riddled with holes from grenade fragments.
Only Nishijin Kishida escaped by chance.
Realizing that the Chinese soldier opposite was a veteran, Kishida Nishijin got up and ran forward.
This old devil is different from other old devils. Most of the other old devils are stubborn and only know how to rush forward in a fight. But Kishida Nishijin is very tactful and very good at saving his life. He will never fight with China unless he has to. People fight for their lives.
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Late at night, a Toyota AA sedan, escorted by two armored vehicles, quietly drove to the Songhu Special Marine Corps Headquarters at No. 2121 North Sichuan Road.
Sitting in the back seat of the car were not only Commander Kiyoshi Hasegawa of the 3rd Fleet, but also Kotaro Yoshida, who had just been appointed by the Ministry of Navy as the new commander of the Songhu Special Marine Corps.
This is already the fourth commander of the Songhu Special Marine Corps within half a month.
The commander of the Japanese Navy's Songhu Special Marine Corps has become a high-risk profession.
The first commander Okawauchi Denshichi and the second commander Yoshida Yasuda were both killed, and the third commander Masasuke Shimomura committed seppuku and committed suicide.
Therefore, the pressure on Kotaro Yoshida is not ordinary.
As a result, as soon as he arrived at the headquarters, the Songhu Independent Regiment gave him a warning.
The Chief of Staff of the Special Marine Corps, Ritsu Maeda, was not at the headquarters. After asking, he learned that the Songhu Independent Regiment had launched a counterattack again, and Ritsu Maeda had rushed to Zhabei to take charge.
"Yoshida-kun, did you see it?" Hasegawa Kiyoshi said in a deep voice.
"I saw it." Kotaro Yoshida nodded solemnly, "Although the Songhu Independent Regiment does not have many troops, it is extremely keen on attacking and has an enterprising spirit."
"And they are extremely good at attacking, especially at night." The expression on Kiyoshi Hasegawa's face also became solemn, "I have never seen an army with such a huge advantage in night operations like the Songhu Independent Regiment. They seem to Just for the dark night.”
"Your Excellency Hasegawa, it is rumored that the Songhu Independent Regiment has a group of veterans with the ability to see at night like cats. Is this true?" Kotaro Yoshida said solemnly.
Hasegawa Qing sighed: "I really want to tell you that this is not true, but unfortunately, this is not a rumor, but a fact! The reason why the Zhabei detachment's detachment headquarters was destroyed by the Songhu Independent Regiment last night was because These are the only elites with night vision abilities!"
"Baga!" Kotaro Yoshida frowned, "This is really difficult to deal with."
Hasegawa Kiyoshi exclaimed: "If it is not difficult, how could the Songhu Special Marine Corps lose three commanders in a row? How could there be such a big loss?"
Kotaro Yoshida's expression suddenly turned ugly.
General, are you hinting at me?
