Bright Sword: Rebirth of Kong Jie

"…Is this what you Chinese soldiers are like? You don't even have the courage to fight the enemy? Where's your blood? Where's your backbone? Are you soldiers not only good at losing battles, but also so cowardly that you're no better than a farmer?"

Under the stimulation of the Japanese devils' words.

A Kuomintang prisoner who was squatting on the ground hesitated for a moment and then stood up.

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated.

It's death anyway.

As for the Japanese's lies that they would let them go alive if they won the battle, no one believed it at all.

In this case, we might as well fight those damned Japs. Even if it means death, we cannot endure this humiliation in vain.

The man who stood up first because he could not stand the Japanese's arrogance was called Li Erniu. Wei Dayong knew him and they had talked to each other when they were working in the POW camp.

Li Erniu was a strong man with great strength. He served as a machine gunner in the National Army.

In addition, he learned martial arts in his early years, so he has some martial arts skills.

Monk Wei continued to squat on the ground without saying a word. Although he had a bald head, he was a meticulous man with a lot of calculations in his mind.

He took the opportunity to observe the Japanese's vigilance and deployment in the prisoner-of-war camp and plan his escape route in advance.

In addition, when Li Erniu takes action, he can also test the background of these Japanese devils through the fight between the two sides to see how good their kung fu is.

Wei Heshang was thinking that he had to grab a weapon first.

It is best to capture the leader first.

Knock down the Japanese squad leader who kept nagging, then create chaos, and take advantage of the riots of other National Army brothers to climb over the courtyard wall and break out.

... "Very good, finally a warrior has appeared. Hand him the dagger. I need two more people. I will give you daggers as well. The three of you can hold daggers and attack one of our Japanese soldiers at the same time!"

The shouting Japanese squad leader interrupted the monk's thoughts.

——Ichiro Fujiwara, only 28 years old this year, was originally a squad leader of a regiment of the First Army of the Japanese Army stationed in Shanxi. Due to his excellent military qualities, he was selected by Colonel Yamamoto to join the special forces team.

After long-term special training, he participated in many special combat operations with Yamamoto Ikki, and personally experienced the unique charm of special operations.

Currently, he serves as the leader of the 4th Operations Team in Yamamoto's Special Forces.

Military rank: captain.

Just last night, Yamamoto led a special forces team to carry out a decapitation operation and launched a surprise attack on the Eighth Route Army Headquarters in Daxiawan, preparing to eliminate this major threat for the First Army Command.

In the end, due to some minor mistakes, the operation was exposed prematurely and was forced to be terminated.

During an encounter while passing through Yangcun.

The Yamamoto special forces team consisted of only seventy or eighty people, but with their amazing combat effectiveness and sophisticated equipment, they inflicted heavy casualties on the Eighth Route Army they encountered in a very short period of time.

After the war, Yamamoto roughly estimated that the number of casualties of the enemy's Eighth Route Army was at least around 300.

On the other hand, only two people in Yamamoto's special forces were slightly injured, and no one died.

The minimum casualty ratio is 0:300.

What a brilliant record! It once again demonstrates the eliteness and strength of Yamamoto's small special operations force.

The prisoners before them were carefully selected by the Japanese special forces from a large number of Kuomintang prisoners.

Fujiwara Ichiro could see that most of these Chinese soldiers had some basic skills in martial arts.

It is used to conduct killing training for special forces members and is a perfect whetstone for their growth.

Speaking of which, among the combat teams under Yamamoto's special forces, the overall strength of the Fourth Combat Team led by Fujiwara Ichiro has always been at the bottom.

Therefore, Ichiro Fujiwara has been trying every means to improve the combat effectiveness of the members of the Fourth Operations Team.

Including immediate combat training, directly conducting the most brutal and realistic live prisoner-killing training.

"Very good, a brave Chinese soldier. Are there any more?"

Accompanied by Fujiwara Ichiro's questioning.

Two of the Kuomintang prisoners squatting on the ground stood up again.

One of them was called Qian Hu, and he seemed to be from the engineering corps.

The other one is called Zhao Bing, and I heard he was an artilleryman of the former Northeast Army.

Monk Wei also knew the two of them, and he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Looking at the well-equipped and impressive appearance of this group of Japanese devils, with all wearing strange helmets and submachine guns, I'm afraid they are not ordinary Japanese devils.

Who knows what these little devils are trying to do?

Just as Monk Wei was thinking secretly, Li Erniu, Qian Hu and Zhao Bing, holding short knives, formed an encirclement formation in a very tacit understanding and walked out steadily, although it was the first time they cooperated.

Unexpectedly, the three of them had not yet stood still.

As Fujiwara Ichiro glanced sideways, a Japanese soldier with a young face that even looked a bit childish jumped up and kicked sideways.

Although his face looks childish, his attacks are extremely ruthless and decisive.

Li Erniu, the first one to stand up and walking in front, was caught off guard and kicked in the chest, flying two or three meters away.

The Japanese soldiers who launched a surprise attack had no moral principles at all.

Qian Hu and Zhao Bing, who were preparing to attack together, saw this scene and became furious. They stabbed the Japanese soldier who attacked with their daggers.

In a flash, before Qian Hu's dagger could hit the Japanese soldier, the Japanese soldier kicked him sideways with lightning speed and kicked him away.

Before Qian Hu could react, the Japanese soldier lowered his body and swept across, knocking Qian Hu down and causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

Then he jumped high up and attacked with his elbow, as if he was going to use the strength of his whole body to fall down and kill Qian Hu with one blow.

The fierce killing move was so fierce that even Monk Wei, who was squatting on the ground, could not help but blink his eyes.

Cruel, tyrannical, ruthless, and every move he makes is deadly.

This group of devils are indeed extraordinary. They are just like beasts and beasts in human skins.

The monk could not help but clench his fists. He knew that with this fatal move, the Qian Hu brothers would be in great danger.

It's too late, but it's soon.

Just as the Japanese soldier jumped sideways, ready to kill Qian Hu with one blow.

Sudden gunshots came from the entrance of the prisoner-of-war camp.

Before the gunshots died down, a black-faced man rushed in first.

boom--

The black-faced man was none other than Kong Jie, who led the team and charged into the military camp.

At the critical moment, Kong Jie drew his gun and fired quickly.

The flying bullet hit the Japanese soldier who jumped sideways accurately.

That young Japanese soldier deserved it. He was probably not even 20 years old and died before he had the chance to take a good look at the magnificent mountains and rivers of China.

All the strength in my body is gone.

The original killing move turned into a ball of soft flowers, falling powerlessly on the already desperate Qian Hu.

"beat!"

With a loud shout, Kong Jie gave orders while firing.

Wherever Monk Wei saw.

Suddenly, a group of soldiers in neatly-dressed uniforms rushed into the barracks. They looked like Chinese soldiers, but judging from their uniforms, they looked like the uniforms of the National Army, yet they seemed not quite the same. There was no blue sky and white sun emblem in the center of their hats, but instead the words "Eighth Route Army" were tattooed on their sleeves.

The tactical movements were quite swift and the coordination was very tacit.

The two teams rushed in at the same time, and then quickly deployed along the left and right wings of the military camp.

Most of the weapons they used were pistols, but the styles were varied and not uniform.

The black-faced man in the lead was holding two pistols with huge magazines.

Monk Wei was very familiar with that gun. It was his favorite, a Mauser pistol that could fire continuously and had a large capacity of ammunition.

Judging from the style, they should still be two 20-shot guns.

"This black-faced man is really generous. Even our company commander may not be able to use a 20-shot revolver like this!"

Kong Jie naturally didn't care what the bald-headed monk was thinking.

He was seen holding two 20-shot Mauser pistols. In order to prevent the pistols from ricocheting during continuous firing, he turned them 90 degrees to the left and fired horizontally. Using the instability of the guns, he created a fan-shaped fire area and used it as a submachine gun.

The effect is indeed amazing.

Bullets like raindrops flew over the heads of the National Army soldiers squatting on the ground, and shot towards the Japanese soldiers standing around them, who were stunned by the unexpected scene.

Puff, puff—

Four or five Japanese soldiers facing him were hit directly and fell on the spot.

The remaining few Japanese soldiers who quickly took cover were also temporarily suppressed.

Following Kong Jie, the soldiers who deployed attack formations to the left and right wings opened fire immediately afterwards.

The sudden firepower killed more than a dozen Japanese devils in an instant.

"Be careful of the machine gunner..."

Before he could marvel at the soldiers' strong fighting ability, Monk Wei hurriedly spoke up to remind them.

The Japanese lookout occupied the commanding heights, and once the machine guns were fully opened, they would inevitably cause heavy casualties to the Chinese soldiers in the yard.

But that’s not all.

The Japanese machine gunners on the lookout towers on both sides of the yard fell headfirst from the towers, hit the ground hard and died completely.

——As soon as the battle started, the gunmen specially arranged by Wang Xikui killed two Japanese sentries on the Liao Watchtower.

After being stunned and surprised, Monk Wei reacted very quickly.

Taking advantage of the exchange of fire between the two sides, he rushed forward, knocked down a Japanese soldier, snatched the submachine gun from his hand, and fired at several Japanese soldiers around him. In the blink of an eye, he killed three Japanese soldiers from the special forces team.

As a result of the chain reaction, the rest of the Kuomintang soldiers who were originally holding their heads also quickly joined the battle.

Kong Jie took a quick glance and noticed Monk Wei because of his big bald head that was particularly unique.

There was just no time to think about it.

Several quick-reacting special forces soldiers took the opportunity to climb up behind a broken wall, used the broken wall as a cover, and fired at the Eighth Route Army soldiers in the yard with their MP38 submachine guns at a commanding position.

"Hide!" Kong Jie, who noticed the situation, shouted angrily.

However, four or five soldiers did not have time to dodge and were mowed down by the dense submachine gun fire of the Japanese.

For a moment, the soldiers who were in the yard and hiding in the cover were completely suppressed by the Japanese submachine gun fire.

"Grenade!" Kong Jie remained calm in the face of danger and issued further orders.

The two old squad leaders quickly broke away from the bunker and rushed out from the left and right wings, each holding a cluster grenade made up of four grenades.

Such cluster grenades are more powerful. As long as they can be thrown into the broken wall area, they will definitely destroy the Japanese firepower fortifications in one fell swoop.

But the shooting skills of the Japanese soldiers in this special forces team are really amazing.

Even if you hold a submachine gun and shoot in bursts, you still have a very high hit rate.

After a burst of gunfire, two old squad leaders, who had just rushed out five or six steps, fell in a pool of blood, holding cluster grenades in their hands.

"Sergeant!" a soldier cried out sadly.

"Damn it!" Zheng Meng, the battalion commander who was also suppressed by the Japanese firepower, couldn't help but curse.

Kong Jie, who was behind the bunker, was also furious. He was about to order an attack, determined to kill the Japanese behind the broken wall at all costs.

A figure suddenly appeared, as swift as a cheetah, and rushed out from the completely opposite direction of the wall, so that the Japanese behind the broken wall were caught off guard.

He rushed to the old squad leader who was lying on the left wing at an extremely fast speed, grabbed the cluster grenade, and then rolled quickly on the ground, narrowly avoiding a series of bullets fired by the Japanese behind the broken wall. Then he stuck to the wall as a cover, stretched out his hand, and raised it upward with force, and threw the cluster grenade fiercely.

Boom——

Amid the violent explosion, the firepower behind the broken wall came to a halt.

"Fight! Avenge the old squad leader!"

Kong Jie raised his arms and shouted, and the soldiers of the grenade throwing team took the opportunity to throw several more grenades towards the broken wall. In a series of explosions, the few Japanese soldiers behind the broken wall were completely silent...