Anti-Japanese starts with a bright sword

After Zhang Dagun heard it, his heart that had been hanging over him finally came to his senses, "Mr. Heihai, the sound of the explosion is so loud, it seems that this group of little eight roads can't die."

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Dagun smiled and said,

"Congratulations to Mr. Heihai, you successfully eliminated this group of Eighth Route Army."

"Zhang Battalion Commander, let's go and have a look together. The Eighth Route Army must be dead."

"Hey! Hei Hai-kun."

When Song Lingyun and Cainiao No. [-] left, the remaining ten players attacked the puppet army.

The guns in the hands of that group of puppet soldiers are so dilapidated that they are no match for the [-] guns in their hands. In addition, the members of this special team have been trained extremely well by Song Lingyun, and this group of puppet troops has long since ceased to belong to them. opponent.

It didn't take long to wipe out this group of puppet troops.

Just when they were about to clean up the battlefield, there was a sudden explosion that stunned everyone.

Cainiao No. [-] Liu Sanbao listened to the direction of the sound, and felt that something was wrong, so he pulled the fox Xu Zibai, pointed to the distance and asked,

"Fox, fox, the sound of the explosion seems to be coming from the direction our captain and rookie No. [-] went just now."

"That's right, the voice should have come from the Little Devil's turret and bunker."

The conversation between the fox Xu Zibai and the rookie No. [-] also attracted other people.

"I heard it sounded like an explosion. Captain and rookie No. [-] are not in any danger, are they?"

"Captain, nothing will happen."

The members of the special operations team quickly gathered together when they heard a strange voice, raised their rifles and pointed them at them.

The six little devils were carrying three or eight big covers, lined up in two rows, and came to protect the two people.

"Hei Haijun, it seems that we still have prisoners of war."

Zhang Dagun walked beside Heihai Dari, glanced at the ten people in front of him coldly, and said mockingly.

"Bah! Dog traitor."

"Dog-mongrel."

"You are not Chinese at all."

"We shot and killed the dog traitor and the little devil."

"Shoot me to death?" Zhang Dagun seemed to have heard some big joke, his expression was very arrogant, and he mocked, "Your heads have been blown to death, so surrender as soon as possible.

Besides, how can you guys fight against these Japanese soldiers, surrender obediently, and spare your life. "

Our Emperor, His Majesty the Emperor, has always given preferential treatment to obedient prisoners of war. "

"Surrender obediently, I guarantee that you will not die, and there will be a lot of glory and wealth for you to enjoy."

"How about it, think about it?"

"Dog bastard, big traitor."

"Dog-day-fuck, you still want us to be traitors, dreaming."

"That's right, even if it's death, we'll hold you back together."

When Heihai Dari saw these people, his reaction was completely different from that of Zhang Dagun. His sparse eyebrows were raised suddenly, and his expression was shocked, "How could this be?"

"These Eighth Route Army should be killed by our mortars."

Heihai Dari couldn't believe that Xiao Balu was still alive.

Zhang Dagu didn't take it seriously, he smiled and explained to Hei Haidari,

"Hei Haijun, since we failed to kill them, but I heard their conversation just now, the bomb should have killed their heads just now."

"Yo-xi."

Heihai Dari's heart was fluttering. He just saw that the mortars didn't come over, and he thought it was some accident in the blockhouse and bunker.

In the end, after listening to Zhang Dagun's explanation, he learned that the explosion just now killed the heads of the group of Xiaobalu.

This time, Heihai Dari was completely relaxed, "Battle Commander Zhang, have you told these Eighth Route Army that my emperor has always been very tolerant of surrendering prisoners of war."

"Hey, Mr. Heihai, I have already told them."

"It's just that this group of people are very ignorant of good and evil."

"Hei Haijun, you said that their heads are dead, and now they are in our hands, and they are still obedient. Isn't that just ignorance?"

"Dog-day-fuck, this little devil is your father, look at the way you nod and bow, you are a pug."

"We are now, but ten guns are pointed at you, at worst, we will die together, even if we die,

That will also drag you and this dog-day-little devil to hell together. "

"Guys, we're going to fight these dog-mongrels."

"That's right, our captain said that as long as there is only one person left in our independent regiment, he will die on the way to charge."

The members of the special operations team cursed with righteous indignation, everyone was neither humble nor overbearing, and fearless.

"Battalion Commander Zhang, what are these Eighth Route Army talking about?"

"Mr. Heihai, this group of eight groups are scolding our Emperor."

Hearing this sentence, Hei Haidari's face changed, his eyes sank, his expression was very gloomy, and he roared angrily,

"Ba-ga-ya-lu, you don't respect my emperor."

"Everyone, shoot these little Balu."

Chapter 186

Heihai Dari gave an order, and all six little devils raised their three-eight caps, pulled the bolts of their guns, and pointed their guns at the members of the ten special operations teams.

From the perspective of Heihai Dari and Zhang Dagun, the reason why the Eighth Route Army was able to win the battle was because of their large numbers. If they were singled out, they would definitely not be able to compare with their Datianhuang soldiers.

In fact, it was true in that era. The Japanese army was well-equipped and the quality of the army was extremely high. They believed that there were indeed traces to follow, but what they encountered was Song Lingyun's army.

Under Song Lingyun's training, the overall quality of the members of the special operations team was already better than that of ordinary Japanese soldiers. They were not afraid at all, and they were not afraid at all of the six little devils pointing guns at them.

The big deal is that the fish will die and the net will be broken.

"Brothers, if our captain knows that we died on the way to charge, we will definitely feel extremely proud."

"That's right, the little devil wants us to surrender. It is absolutely impossible. With their six guns, they still want to destroy us, just daydreaming like dogs."

"Fight them."

……

"I think you are really asking for trouble." Zhang Dagun laughed again, and then changed the subject, with a sinister sneer on his face, "Since you have been given a chance and you don't accept it, then go to hell .”

"Pfft—"

The sudden bullet hit Zhang Dagun's calf. Zhang Dagun's originally arrogant expression suddenly changed, he hugged his leg and jumped around, howling.

The members of the ten special operations teams looked at each other, thinking that no one shot, but the traitor in front of him was suddenly shot in the leg.

However, looking at this dog traitor in pain, is to relieve his anger.

Immediately afterwards, I saw two people walking in the grass.

"team leader."

"It's the captain and rookie No. [-]."

"It's them."

……

The members of the special operations team were very excited to see Song Lingyun and rookie No. [-] Wang Ermao.

Song Lingyun and rookie No. [-] Wang Ermao came out of the bushes one by one.

Song Lingyun held a Browning pistol, pointed the muzzle at Heihai Dari's head, and approached slowly.

At this moment, Heihai Dari never expected that Xiao Balu was not dead.

Zhang Dagun was still hugging his legs, jumping around, screaming, at this moment, his calf was like ants gnawing, the pain and itching were intertwined, it was beyond the range he could bear, Dou Da's cold sweat was constantly seeping down.

"Na—Ni—." Heihai Dari hurriedly wiped off his cold sweat over and over again, unable to believe what he saw.

"Do you think that the explosion you heard just now was the sound of mortar shells fired by your men?"

Holding a pistol, Song Lingyun walked towards Heihai Dari, uttered Japanese word by word, and pressed his lips lightly to ask Heihai Dari coldly.

"You might as well look back." Heihai Dari looked flustered, and was so frightened by Song Lingyun that he quickly turned his head, "Are your bunkers and gun towers still there?"

Heihai Dari glanced over, just as the man in front of him asked, the blockhouses and blockhouses that were hundreds of meters away disappeared at this moment.

How come, disappear.

Heihai Dari kept muttering, he couldn't believe it,

"Na—Nee—."

"Eight-ga-ya-lu."

"The explosion you heard just now is the sound of your gun towers and bunkers being blown up."

Suddenly, Heihai Dari collapsed completely. Unexpectedly, the person in front of him completely destroyed the task that was about to be completed by Kawasaki Dazuo. He angrily picked up the machete beside him, "Eight——————— Lu, go to hell."

"boom--."

A plume of blue smoke rose from the muzzle of the Browning pistol. Song Lingyun calmly blew out the smoke and put the pistol down.

Suddenly, Hei Haidari's action of picking up the machete with both hands, and his fierce expression were frozen in that second, and the blood oozed from his forehead dripped onto the ground, staining a large piece of wasteland red.

The galloping bullets blew out the skull, and a red-yellow liquid blew out, and Heidari fell to the ground with a bang.

Seeing that their heads were dead, those little devils turned their heads and wanted to run. However, since they were aimed at by the barrel of a gun, how could they be faster than the bullets.

The members of the special operations team fired at the little devil's back, bang bang bang, and the six little devils also fell to the ground one after another.

There was only a big stick left, and he was still crying and hugging his injured leg. His calf could no longer feel everything. He knelt down on the ground, "Bypass my life, let me go."

"I was wrong. I was also forced to make a living. I had no choice but to be a traitor."

Zhang Dagu plopped and kowtowed to the ground, hugging Song Lingyun's feet, crying for him to spare his life.

"You know why it hit your leg first?"

A cold voice came from the top of his head, and Zhang Dagun immediately raised his head, "I made a mistake, hero, I made a mistake, let me go."

"Tsk tsk, it's really a failure for this lackey to be used for this purpose."

"Tell you, the reason why I don't beat you on the head is because I don't want you, a traitor, to die in peace."

"Before you die, you should feel that life is worse than death."

Song Lingyun raised his toe and stepped on it, Feng Qingyun said calmly, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, it hurts." Zhang Dagun yelled with a sad face.

"I wasn't quite able to shout just now, why are you dumb? If you speak louder, I didn't hear you, Grandpa Song." Song Lingyun raised his eyebrows lightly, very dissatisfied with Zhang Dagu's answer, and the strength of his feet increased a little.

"It hurts..., it hurts, it hurts."

"Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa Song, please, loosen your feet."

"Quickly let go of your foot, and step on it again, my hand is going to break, it's going to break."

Zhang Dagun was so painful that he ranny nose and burst into tears, and kept crying and begging for mercy. A kind of pain that penetrated into the bone marrow made him unable to breathe, and his wrist was broken by the hard sole.

As soon as Song Lingyun let go, the big stick quickly hugged his hand, only to see that the hand was already red, as thick as a pig's trotter, soft into a pool of mud and drooping down, completely disabled.

The big stick that had lost one leg and one arm was wriggling around, when it touched something cold.

Zhang Dagun stood up abruptly, using all his strength with his weak hands, he picked up a [-]-piece cover beside him, and finally struggled, "Go to hell..."

"Pfft—"

Wisps of blue smoke came out from the Browning bullet, and Song Lingyun aimed the big stick between his eyebrows at the kneeling Zhang.

The high-speed spinning bullet shot straight through, and with a bang, the skull of the big stick rolled down to the ground, even the brain was pierced by the galloping bullet, and the red-yellow liquid spilled on the ground, killing him in one shot. Fate, collapsed on the ground.

The moment he fell to the ground, Song Lingyun's eyes were slightly cold, and he hummed softly,

"Death is worthless."