The father of the sword is Kong Jie

Chapter 90 Rescue Operation (seeking monthly pass)

...The monks now finally understand why the little devil gathered them here.

The interpreter just said very clearly, let them practice hand-to-hand combat with these little devils in front of them.

Monk, Howitzer, and Dong San frowned. They had actually heard that the little devil even used live prisoners of war for assassination training.

Let those ghost soldiers who have never been on the battlefield kill and practice their courage with their own hands to stimulate their blood.

It's just that he didn't expect that it would be his turn in front of him.

What surprised the monk was that he heard that ordinary devils used prisoners of war for training. The devils held bayonets, while the prisoners of war were unarmed. They were obviously sent up to be killed by devils.

It seems a bit different in front of me. According to the meaning of the devil's translation, these little devils in front of me are going to fight with their prisoners of war with bare hands, and even said that they can give the captives a short knife.

This is really weird, is it stupid, or blind self-confidence?
The monk looked carefully in the dark, and he found that the ghosts in front of him seemed very different. From the calm eyes of the devils, he saw self-confidence, arrogance, indifference, and cruelty...

The devil's translator continued to speak, trying to stimulate the bloodiness of these national army prisoners with the aggressive method.

"Are you soldiers? Can you still be called soldiers? From our point of view, you are a group of cowardly, pitiful, and humble guys who don't even have the courage to stand up and resist. What kind of soldiers are you?"

"I have seen cowardice in you, the cowardice that goes deep into your bones. Are all Chinese people so cowardly? The sick man of East Asia is really not a false rumor.

......"

All kinds of ugly words.

Those who can be sent here are the "stabs" among the captives. At least they are unwilling to surrender to the devils and become traitors. They are more or less bloody in their hearts. The devils are so exciting, so naturally some people want to stand out.

The howitzer saw the difference in this group of devils, and quickly said, "Little devil, it's nice to say, isn't it just to let us be a training partner, but you should let us eat something before we talk? You haven't eaten for two days. gone."

"That's right, that's—"

The soldiers followed suit.

The ghost 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 stimulating, but now if you win, you can still have food.

The two captured soldiers stood up almost at the same time, one on the left and one on the right.

The two were 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 got up at the same time saw each other, and were taken aback for a moment, as if they wanted to be modest, and one of them was about to squat down again.

A ghost with a black face came out from the opposite side. He didn't look very old. He waved at the two of them and spoke fluent Chinese: "Your ones can be used together, and there are short knives!"

play for real?
The three monks were a little puzzled.

The two captive soldiers didn't think too much about it, and there was no need to talk about morality with the little devil. Since the little devil wanted to die, it was no wonder to them.

The two picked up the dagger that the devil threw on the ground, and even tacitly outflanked the black-faced devil from left and right.

The monk could tell that these two captives were definitely veterans, they attacked very well, and cooperated with each other quite tacitly. The two short knives greeted the devil at the same time, one directly attacked the upper three routes, and the other directly attacked the lower three routes.

Concentrated gazes came together. Even if they were prisoners, these captured soldiers hoped that the Chinese could defeat the devils and restore some of the dignity of the soldiers.

When the dagger was close to the black-faced devil's body, the black-faced devil suddenly moved.

fast!
The black-faced devil's reaction speed was extremely fast.

The shot is the killer move.

While the left foot quickly stepped on the short knife attacking from the left, the right foot quickly flew into the air, and before the short knife from the right wing got close, it kicked the opponent's heart, and the castration did not stop. He approached another opponent whose dagger was being stepped on by him, and at the same time stepped on the dagger, he bullied himself up, and with his hands interlaced, he twisted the opponent's neck very fiercely.

In an instant.

The two captured soldiers who took the lead in the battle, one died and the other was seriously injured.

quiet--

Compared with the arena, the momentary silence is terrifying.

The prisoners of the national army came back to their senses from the death. This is not a simple competition, it is clearly a massacre!

Stand up and challenge these devils, failure means death.

But the captives are not stupid, how can these devils in front of them be ordinary devils?
Two-on-one, still holding a short knife, the devil is unarmed, and the national army is no opponent, so how can we fight?
The shadow of death instantly enveloped the hearts of the prisoners of the national army.

For a while, no one dared to stand up and challenge.

With a mocking look on his face, the devil translator insulted him again:
"Is this the Chinese soldier? A little blood is enough to make you flinch. We killed your comrades, why don't you even have the courage to take revenge?"

"Humble Chinese, what a disappointment..."

The devil scolded too badly.

A bloody northern man stood up again.

"I'm coming! Little devil, isn't it killing people? Grandpa is still afraid of you?"

The monk, the howitzer, and Dong San knew this soldier, Jiang Dao, who seemed to have been sent to the concentration camp recently, a soldier of the Jinsui Army who was captured not long ago.

Jiang Dao is very bloody. When facing devils to persuade him to surrender, he will always yell and never hide it. He scolds those cowards who choose to surrender most harshly.

The monk admired him and felt that this soldier was a man.

"Look! He should be able to do it!" Monk whispered, Howitzer and Dong San nodded.

The ghost translator shouted: "Very well, one of them is considered a soldier, and we need two more, who else?"

"Little devil, don't look down on people, your grandfather and I are enough!" Jiang Dao cursed recklessly.

The devil translator wanted to say something else, but the oldest devil captain stopped him, turned around and picked another person from the team, still a little devil with a baby face, I don't know if he is an adult or not.

"Xiaojiro, this is yours." The old devil said.

Jiang Dao looked at the baby-faced devil, and said mockingly: "Little baby, you don't have all your hair yet? You dare to invade our China. Come, let grandpa teach you what is Chinese kung fu."

"You, you can use a dagger!"

"Bullshit, I beat you with a hairless doll, and you still need a short knife?"

The baby-faced little devil seemed to understand Chinese, with anger on his face, he took the lead in attacking Jiang Dao.

The howitzer is a veteran on the battlefield, and he still has good eyesight, "Jiang Dao is bold and cautious, and he first angered this little devil and messed up his position, so that before the two of them fight, the little devil will lose the wind first... ..."

The howitzer hadn't finished speaking, compared to the arena, with only three or five moves, Jiang Dao was kicked in the chest by the baby-faced devil, and flew straight to the ground two or three meters away, his face was as pale as paper, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding With bright red blood.

The original sarcasm on his face was completely eliminated, and his eyes were full of shock. This little devil is ruthless enough.

Jiang Dao, who fell to the ground, struggled, but he couldn't get up, the kick was too hard.

The devil captain, who was obviously an old devil, was not very satisfied.

I don't know if it was deliberate, but the Chinese he spoke in a reprimanded tone:
"Stupid, if you kicked his heart or neck just now, your opponent is already a corpse. If you can kill an enemy with one move, never use the second move, understand?"

"Hi!" The baby-faced kid replied convincingly.

He turned his head, with the indifference and cruelty that never belonged to his age, and walked towards the fallen Jiang Dao step by step.

Jiang Dao had obviously been severely injured, and he had no strength to fight back. If this devil attacked again, he would have to die on the spot.

Those who knew Jiang Dao in the team were all shocked and gasped in their hearts. It was really unexpected that a devil with a baby face could be so cruel and powerful.

What about those devils behind Babyface who have never made a move?Will it be more powerful?
Could it be that these cruel guys came to practice killing these captives?

For a while, no one dared to stand up, and just watched the baby-faced devil walking towards Jiang Dao.

The monk couldn't help but clenched his fists tightly.

These devils in front of me are frightening, they don't seem to be a regular combat force of devils, this baby-faced devil seems to be the youngest among the more than 20 devils.

But even for such a young devil, his attacks were extremely brutal.

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 me? I'm coming!" 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 stunned for a moment, and then seemed to get more and more excited.

He hasn't had a good time playing just now!He was also scolded by the instructor, just in time to beat the almost headless man in front of him to the ground.

Jiang Dao clutched his chest, and said with some difficulty, "Monk Wei, ahem... Be careful, this little devil is not weak."

The monk scolded: "You kid is not good at learning arts, you insist on standing up to be a hero, not to mention embarrassing yourself, and also embarrassing our Chinese martial arts. If I don't stand up again, the little devils really take their three-legged cat's kung fu as a joke!" It's over."

"..."

The baby-faced devil is ready to go, and wants to kill the monk with one blow.

The monk waved his hand indifferently, pointing to the old devil captain next to the baby-faced devil, "You come, I don't like the others."

This is blatant provocation.

In fact, the more than 20 young devils who appeared in the concentration camp were the reserve soldiers prepared by Yamamoto for his secret service team, and they had been receiving high-intensity special forces military training.

In the battle of Yangcun, the number of Yamamoto's secret service team was reduced by more than half, and Yamamoto had no choice but to prepare to replenish the secret service team.

The shooting training with prisoners of war in front of us is the final baptism of growth for these reserve soldiers of the secret service team before officially joining the special service team of Yamamoto.

As for the devil captain in front of him, he is an official member of the Yamamoto Special Team and the leader of a combat team of the Yamamoto Special Team.

He has always been responsible for the training of the secret service reserve soldiers.

Naturally, this old devil couldn't bear to be openly provoked by the monk, so many students around him were still watching!I just reprimanded the students just now, and I happened to teach them a lesson.

Thinking of this, the old devil showed surprise on his face, and then smiled contemptuously, "Me? Very well, Chinese, you have good vision, I will let you die with dignity."

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　It will be on the shelves the day after tomorrow. Damn, I have a lot of manuscripts, and the writing is very passionate. Haha, I can't help but want to send it to you!

　　
　
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