Siheyuan: Married a female spy at the beginning of 1944

He Daqing's shout was so loud that both sides fighting on the battlefield could hear it clearly.

Although the Japanese didn't quite understand what He Daqing said, when they saw him staring at their squadron leader, they roughly understood what he meant.

Then they all turned to look at the squadron leader.

"puff"

"Pfft" "Pfft"

These people under He Daqing are not polite at all.

The Japanese soldiers stopped and turned to look at the squadron leader.

As soon as they saw the opportunity, they stabbed immediately.

The result was that He Daqing's shout directly sent away seven or eight more Japanese devils.

"Is this little Japanese stupid? He's fighting so hard, but he actually turned back. This head is mine, don't steal it from me."

The puppet army that had just ambushed the Japanese soldiers proudly pointed at the Japanese soldiers lying on the ground and boasted:

"Humph, no moral principles at all."

"Come on, if you want to be righteous, don't stab him. If I hadn't been quick, you would have gotten there first."

The soldier who had just accused was a little embarrassed.

He argued, "I saw you doing it, didn't I? That's why I followed you."

There are only a few Japanese soldiers left on the battlefield.

There were only a few people surrounding the squadron leader.

The soldiers forced them into a corner and formed a protective circle, with the squadron leader in the middle.

"Whose subordinate are you? Why did you betray the Imperial Army?"

The squadron leader also noticed it.

These enemies are the Imperial Army, whom they treat like dogs every day.

He never thought in his life that he would be beaten like this by the Imperial Army.

This was a great insult to the squadron leader.

"Betrayal? You're talking as if I've pledged allegiance to you. Bastard, stop talking nonsense. Come, let me test my sword on you."

He Daqing hooked his finger at the squadron leader, motioning him to stand in front.

Faced with such obvious provocation, the Japanese squadron leader was furious.

He pushed aside the soldiers in front of him and walked in front of He Daqing.

"If I win, can you let us go?"

"Hmm? Fine, I'll let you go if you win."

He Daqing originally thought that this little Japanese would counterattack before his death.

Strive to die with him.

I didn't expect that this little Japanese guy was still thinking about surviving at this time.

"I hope you will keep your word."

After the Japanese soldier finished speaking, he drew out his command knife.

He held the knife with both hands and slowly pointed the tip of the knife towards He Daqing.

He Daqing held the knife in one hand and stood there looking at the Japanese devils.

The little Japanese shouted to give himself courage.

Then he took a wrong step forward and struck He Daqing on the head with a vertical chop.

He Dashang blocked with a knife and kicked the Japanese soldier in the chest at the same time.

The Japanese squadron leader groaned and rolled backwards several times like a fallen gourd.

After stopping, the Japanese soldier vaguely saw someone in front of him and subconsciously thought that He Daqing was chasing and hacking him while he was lying on the ground.

He swept across with his sword.

Feeling that the knife in his hand had swept across someone, he took two steps back and laughed.

"Haha, I won."

But after he stood still, he found that the people he had swept with his knife were actually one of their own.

At this time, He Daqing was behind him, looking at him with a smile.

"Did you see that? This little Japanese is a loser. He got so mad with one kick that he even chopped down his own people."

After He Daqing finished talking to his men, he said to Xiao Guizi provocatively:

"Come on, you can't take it out on your own people just because you can't win. Come on, show me how powerful your awesome Bushido is."

He Daqing pointed a knife at the Japanese devils.

The Japanese soldier's face turned green with anger.

He knew that if he did not kill He Daqing after today's humiliation, he might be despised by his superiors when he returned to the army.

If things go wrong, he will have to perform a cesarean section to apologize.

If I can't win today, I might as well die.

After figuring it out, he stuck the knife into the ground and took off his coat.

"See? This little Japanese guy took off his clothes because he couldn't beat him. We don't even need to take off our clothes. We can even let him use just one hand."

He Daqing just wanted to build confidence among his rookie subordinates by insulting the enemy generals.

So, he let the little devil take off his clothes and warm up.

After the Japanese took off his clothes, he held the knife with both hands.

After doing a few movements, he stared at He Daqing intently.

He Daqing didn't care.

He continued to tell the soldiers: “As long as you have the courage to fight the Japs, they will be yours for free.

You see, this little devil is so small, if we beat him, it would be like an adult beating a child."

The squadron leader took advantage of the opportunity when He Daqing and other soldiers were explaining and suddenly stabbed them with a knife.

He Daqing casually used his knife to push away the Japanese soldier's knife, and then kicked him.

With the same action as before, the Japanese soldier was kicked to the ground again.

This is also the effect that He Daqing wants.

Sure enough, the soldiers watching around burst into laughter when they saw the miserable look of the Japanese squadron leader.

"That won't work. Our company commander kicked him like this. Alas, he's just too small and can't take the beating."

"I think I can do it, it looks so easy, just push his knife aside and then kick him in the chest."

"You are nothing. You don't even look at how tall the company commander is. The most you can do is kick the other side's offspring."

"Wow, you are really mean. With this kick from you, the opponent is crippled."

After the squadron leader was kicked down for the second time, he knew that he was definitely no match for He Daqing.

Just now, he wanted to take advantage of He Daqing talking to his men to launch a sneak attack.

Unexpectedly, even so, He Daqing still gave him a setback.

He lay on the ground, looking at the sky.

The harsh laughter of the Chinese soldiers came to my ears.

And the frightened eyes of our own soldiers.

At this moment, he thought of his hometown.

The sky is so blue and the air is so salty.

"Get up, stop playing dead. Show your Bushido spirit."

Just as I was about to reminisce about my hometown, I was interrupted by He Daqing's voice.

He stood up from the ground, holding his samurai sword.

"Haha, although I am no match for you, is it China's moral principle for a person like you to bully me?

Don't you feel ashamed of bullying the weak and taking advantage of the big to bully the small?"

He Daqing always thought that the Japanese were not afraid of death.

Now seeing this squadron leader who was trying to find ways to survive, He Daqing realized that the Japanese were also afraid of death.

Even though they have been brainwashed to the point of being mentally retarded, these people are still afraid of death.

"Haha. Did you hear that? The Japs are talking about morality now that they can't defeat them.

What kind of morality is that? If he talked about morality, could he kill so many ordinary people? They didn't even have a knife in their hands.

You guys with guns and cannons in your hands, why don't you say you are bullying the weak and the small at this time?

So, when you are bullied, you should ask your opponents to be more righteous.

When you bully others, you are moral?"