Bright Sword: Rebirth of Kong Jie

Speaking of the soldiers' quality and vigilance.

Most of the traitors in these strongholds were former local security groups.

He is not very well trained, but he is good at bullying the people.

When the Japanese attacked, they surrendered immediately. When they met the Eighth Route Army on the battlefield, they were so scared that they ran away crying for their parents.

His combat capability is not even third-rate, he is simply a worthless loser.

The vigilance of the puppet army sentries was far inferior to that of the Japanese sentries.

The person in charge of the action was Zhao Tian, ​​the leader of the special forces' fourth operations team.

Could this be a surprise?

While the puppet soldier had his back to him and was on guard outside the stronghold.

Zhao Tian crouched down and reached over quickly, holding the small and sharp dagger in his hand.

This was a circular fortification with a gap for entry into the machine gun fortification. Zhao Tian quickly approached the gap and was ready to enter it and take the opportunity to kill the Japanese soldier who had his back to him.

The whole approaching action was smooth and there was no problem at all.

But at this moment.

Sudden changes occur.

Without any warning, the puppet army sentry, who originally seemed drowsy, turned around abruptly while staring outside the stronghold.

——I was woken up by the urge to pee!

These two devils were just about to find a place to get some water!

It just so happened that Zhao Tian was about to launch an assassination.

Light between flint and stone.

Under the bright moonlight, the two looked at each other and were both stunned for a moment.

Probably no one expected that the other party would appear in their eyes in such a situation.

The moonlight had already passed through the sky, with its back facing Zhao Tian.

The silver-gray light fell down, and Zhao Tian's face, dark under the moon, seemed even more blurred.

He immediately hid the dagger behind his butt.

But this slightly squatting body is really a bit weird.

The puppet army sentry, who was obviously still in a daze and had sleepy eyes, hummed in surprise.

"Brother, it's me!"

Zhao Tian whispered something in an emergency and took a step forward.

"No, who are you..."

Before he could finish his doubtful words, Zhao Tian rushed over and covered the puppet army sentry's mouth. At the same time, a dagger flashed from his right hand and stabbed into the opponent's heart.

The last moments of life that are fleeting.

The two Japanese soldiers suddenly widened their eyes, and extreme fear and ferocity appeared on their twisted faces.

The sleepiness at night caused his reaction to be slow.

He was curious about Zhao Tian's voice, which didn't sound like that of a familiar companion.

But I didn't have time to think about it.

He was killed in an instant by the quick-eyed and quick-handed Zhao Tian.

The Japanese soldiers' hasty questioning was not loud, and except for causing Kong Jie and his party, who were approaching the bungalow area, to look back slightly, it did not cause any further commotion.

Zhao Tian covered the mouth and nose of the enemy soldier, gave an awkward smile, and made an OK gesture to Kong Jie.

Indicates that everything is going well.

He cursed in his heart and couldn't help but break out in cold sweat on his forehead.

Damn it, that was a close call. Luckily I reacted quickly enough. If I had failed, I would have been so embarrassed!

At this point, the three sentries who were still awake in the stronghold were all killed.

The Japanese completely lost their eyes and ears at night.

The assassination began.

Wei Dayong, with a dozen soldiers on his side, had already sneaked into the Japanese's dormitory on the second floor of the artillery tower.

Under the faint moonlight, the soldiers stood in a row at the head of the Japanese soldier's bed.

Looking at the devil who was still showing his ugly appearance even in his deep sleep.

The warriors slowly raised their daggers.

There is no mercy.

For animals that harm people, pity is the most unworthy emotion.

It was like a well-organized massacre performance. He covered the mouth and nose of the sleeping Japanese soldier with his left hand, raised the dagger with his right hand, aimed at the left side of the Japanese soldier's heart, found the right spot, and stabbed it hard.

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The uniform sounds actually created a special melody.

All the Japanese soldiers in bunk beds No. 13 and 14 died before they could even struggle, and went to see their beloved emperor.

The bunk of Japanese soldier Sergeant Harada Ichiro was the closest to the door of the dormitory, and he could even see some moonlight. He thought this was the best position, feeling the wind, appreciating the moonlight, and missing the cherry blossoms in his hometown. What a comfortable feeling it was.

When Wei Dayong inserted the dagger into the heart of the Japanese soldier, he noticed in the moonlight that the smile on the soldier's face seemed particularly sweet.

I don’t know what sweet dream I’m having.

This made Wei Dayong very unhappy, and he acted even faster.

Do those damn Japanese devils deserve to have sweet dreams?

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I just dreamed about the cherry blossoms in my hometown. “Yuan Sang, the cherry blossoms in my hometown are blooming.” The words of my relatives still seem to echo in my ears.

Ichiro Harada felt a pain in his heart, and his vitality quickly slipped away.

What a pity!

Soon, the Japanese were dealt with.

There is even less suspense on the puppet army's side.

In the stinking bungalow, the soldiers endured the stench and took away the guns placed at the head of the puppet soldiers' beds, and then turned on the light bulb in the bunk bed.

——Speaking of which, these damn Japanese devils are in pretty good condition. They even use light bulbs.

However, even though they were piled up in this small and cramped environment, the puppet soldiers were still able to sleep like dead pigs.

After the lights were suddenly turned on, it took several full seconds before someone, seemingly unable to adapt to the change from darkness to light, opened their sleepy eyes.

"Fuck, who turned on the light?"

The person who was speaking might be an officer, and he was cursing.

He raised his eyes.

A team of soldiers wearing the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army, fully armed, stood in front of the bed, with the dark muzzles of their guns fixed firmly on him.

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Shit, are you getting stronger?

Liu Gui, the puppet army platoon leader, swallowed his saliva and shook his head, thinking he was having a nightmare.

You suddenly opened your eyes in the middle of the night, and found yourself in a bungalow inside an absolutely safe stronghold, where a row of Eighth Route Army soldiers were surrounding you with guns pointed at your head.

What else could this be but a nightmare?

Kong Jie smiled brilliantly. He turned his back to the light of the bulb. The darkness under the light made his face a little blurry. His voice was low and intimidating without being angry:

"Platoon Leader Liu, you are sleeping soundly!"

The sound is so real.

Liu Gui, who was frightened, suddenly woke up completely.

The other puppet soldiers in the dormitory also woke up one after another at this time, except for some who were sleeping too soundly.

Everyone was frightened and looked at these Eighth Route Army soldiers who seemed to have descended from the sky with horror on their faces.

As for resistance?

Fuck you.

When these Eighth Route Army soldiers appeared in the bungalow like divine soldiers descended from heaven, the quick-witted Liu Gui knew that the No. 7 stronghold was probably doomed, and the imperial troops in the stronghold might have already gone to see the emperor.

"Eighth Route Army commander, please spare our lives. We brothers are willing to surrender. Surrender!"

Before he had time to get out of bed, Liu Gui knelt down on the bed, kowtowed and started crushing garlic.

At the same time, he was also greeting other puppet soldiers.

"Damn it, hurry up, why don't you ask the Eighth Route Army commander to spare your lives?"

Looking at Liu Gui who was very sensible, Kong Jie felt relieved.

Since he did not choose to kill these puppet soldiers in secret, he must have his own intentions. These traitors would be of great use if they were kept alive!

A moment later, the Japanese soldiers, who were still in their pajamas, were gathered by the team members.

Even after they had completely formed a team inside the stronghold, there was still no sign of movement from the Japanese army.

Liu Gui was certain that all the Japanese soldiers in the stronghold were probably killed.

"Platoon leader, where are the imperial troops?"

The soldier next to him couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Liu Gui immediately lowered his voice and cursed: "Fuck you, you idiot. If you want to live, shut up."

The Imperial Army!

The Imperial Army had already gone back to the island country to be reincarnated.

Looking at the fully armed figures not far away.

The entire base seemed no different from usual.

However, they came, appearing like ghosts, and killed all the Japanese troops in the stronghold.

Liu Gui was filled with fear. How did the Eighth Route Army do it?

These grandfathers are simply the devils who take your life!