"Bang!" Changmao struck preemptively, raised his hand and fired. The bullet grazed the devil's body and hit the ground. Although it missed, it forced the devil to roll over. After falling to the ground, he tried to get up, but his body was shaking.

After shaking for a long time, he still lay on the ground, staring at them with a pair of eyes.

Zhao Bankuo immediately pointed his gun at the Japs and shouted loudly not to move. He kicked Longmao up. The two of them approached cautiously. Good guy, the Japs had two stars on his sleeves and collar. He was still a fucking

Captain!

During Zhao Bankuo's Anti-Japanese War career, he had almost never seen a living captured Japanese soldier. He usually committed suicide when you approached him, or pulled out a grenade while you were passing by to commit suicide. The Japanese captain in front of him would have been different in normal times.

Speaking of prisoners, I have never seen them before.

The captain was quite stubborn. He stared at Changmao without saying a word, but moved his hands under his body. Zhao Bankuo saw that he was playing catty, and without saying a word, he went up and hit the butt of his rifle. The captain groaned and fell over.

On the ground, a short-sheathed command sword was exposed from under his body.

Changmao cursed, kicked the knife away, and gave it to the captain, cursing: "I'm your ancestor, and you want to plot against me, I'll fucking kill you."

Zhao Bankuo saw that the captain could no longer move. He was afraid that if Changmao hit him again, he would directly meet the King of Hell, so he shouted: "Stop fighting, it will be useless if he is dead."

Changmao took a sip and said bitterly: "I don't think you are a fucking official, I will skin you alive."

Zhao Bankuo looked around. The smoke was still very thick, and he saw no other people moving. He thought to himself that the captain might be the only one left alive, so he raised his gun and pulled Ruan Ling back, who was lagging behind.

, let her ask what happened in the military camp in Japanese language.

Ruan Ling seemed to be more awake than before. Zhao Bankuo pointed his gun at her, but shook his head slightly, with a strange expression. Zhao Bankuo drank again, and then she looked at the Japanese captain, paused for a few seconds and asked some questions.

The captain didn't pay much attention to his words. He spoke for a long time before replying slowly.

After waiting for a while, Zhao Bankuo finally couldn't help it and asked, "What did the Japanese say?" Before he got a reply, he suddenly saw a yellow shadow flashing out from behind the ruins, and he rushed behind Changmao.

Subconsciously, he wanted to shout to be careful, but before he could finish his words, Huang Ying had already reached behind Changmao and clamped up with both hands.

Changmao was stunned for a moment, and immediately raised his elbow and hit him hard back. The movement didn't look big but it was very vicious. Huang Ying's movement changed abruptly, his right arm moved down to block, and his left hand immediately hit

Hairy side head.

Changmao lowered his body, not taking any advantage. He raised his arms to meet him and quickly turned back. The man hit Changmao's ribs with a short fist. The amplitude was not large, and his arms did not open in any way.

With a forceful movement, Changmao immediately fell to the ground.

When he raised his upper body and tried to stand up, the man took a step forward, grabbed the hair on the back of Chang Mao's head and threw it to the ground, causing Chang Mao to stop moving.

Zhao Bankuo watched the man knock down Chang Mao in two or three moves, and felt a chill in his heart. He knew Chang Mao's skills fairly well. Not to mention playing with mines, his physical fitness and combat effectiveness were also very good.

Unexpectedly, he fell down in just two strokes.

Caught off guard,

Zhao Bankuo immediately turned his gun and pointed it at the man. The man immediately grabbed the long hair and lifted him up to block him. He looked at Zhao Bankuo coldly with his eyes.

This man was wearing a khaki military uniform and was very tall. Although his face was calm and he didn't have a gun in his hand, Zhao Bankuo could clearly feel the powerful murderous aura emanating from him. At this time, he had his long-haired left hand cut behind his back, and the other hand

He bent his long-haired neck and walked towards Zhao Bankuo step by step.

Zhao Bankuo had never faced such a Japanese at close range. He was suddenly shocked and turned to Ruan Ling and shouted: "Let him let go of Changmao!"

Ruan Ling was obviously shocked and stood there watching in surprise. Zhao Bankuo stared at the sergeant's face and shouted again: "Hurry up and translate!" Ruan Ling came back to his senses and hurriedly said

After a call, the sergeant stopped moving, but judging from his eyes and demeanor, he was not nervous and stiff at all when a gun was pointed at him, but was full of disdain.

The evil fire in Zhao Bankuo's heart suddenly burst out, and he continued to yell: "Let him let go of Changmao, or I will shoot him."

Ruan Ling was very quick this time and conveyed his intention immediately, but the sergeant still held Changmao in front of him to block it, with no intention of letting go. Changmao's eyes were closed, and his chest seemed to be still heaving. It should be

He passed out. Just as the atmosphere was tense, the sergeant took another step forward.

Zhao Bankuo stopped shouting and pulled the gun with a loud bang. The sergeant looked at it coldly and suddenly took another step forward.

Zhao Bankuo was really angry now. Is this man crazy or does he think he has no lethality? The insult of being scorned made his hand that was holding the trigger tremble.

Seeing that the sergeant raised his foot again, Zhao Bankuo felt anxious. If he really fired, he could not ensure that Chang Mao would not be injured, but if he did not shoot, he could not ensure the safety of him and Chang Mao.

Suddenly he caught a glimpse of the Japanese captain sitting there weakly. Zhao Bankuo's heart moved. He suddenly turned his gun and pointed it at the captain. He pulled out his M1911 with his other hand and pointed it at Ruan Ling, shouting: "Let him stop, otherwise

I'll kill the captain."

After saying that, Zhao Bankuo's heart started to beat wildly. He couldn't grasp the sergeant's next move at all, so he could only watch calmly. The sergeant seemed to hesitate for a moment. After a few seconds, he finally stepped forward.

He settled there. Zhao Bankuo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then he felt that his back was already soaked.

But what should we do next? Zhao Bankuo didn't think of any solution for a while. He just held the gun steadily and thought quickly in his mind.

He was an experienced veteran who had encountered various difficult situations on the battlefield and was able to resolve them happily every time. He had never experienced such a close confrontation with the Japanese, and it suddenly felt very strange.

It stands to reason that when encountering a Japanese enemy, you will either die or I will live. This is the unquestionable rule of survival on the battlefield. But now that Changmao is in the opponent's hands, he will inevitably look forward and backward.

As time passed, he suddenly discovered that although the sergeant's expression was still calm, there seemed to be a trace of anxiety in his eyes. When he turned his eyes again, he saw that the Japanese captain's face was even paler, his eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't know where the injury was.

, looking like a useless person. Ruan Ling on the other side is holding the M1911 gun

He also stood stiffly, his eyes looking straight ahead without focus.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, not even the chirping of birds could be heard. The sun was shining down, and the scene that was supposed to be comfortable and leisurely became extremely weird because the ground was burning and collapsing. Several people were standing or lying like this, in strange postures.

In this picture.

In this still state, Zhao Bankuo's concept of time gradually became more and more blurred. When he found that the picture in his eyes suddenly became blurry, he was suddenly shocked and realized that he had begun to lose focus. If he continued like this, his fragile balance would be

It will be broken immediately.

It might be a minute, it might be half a minute. The first thing to break the deadlock was a beep.

Zhao Bankuo was shocked, and his hand on the trigger tightened, and he immediately realized that it was coming from the box in his backpack. Short and rapid sounds sounded one after another. Although Zhao Bankuo was slightly disturbed at first, he immediately moved away.

Distracted thoughts, he continued to focus on the Japanese captain.

Almost at the same time, the dying captain suddenly opened his eyes. What was even more strange was that Zhao Bankuo actually saw a trace of fear in it.

Things suddenly went wrong. Just as they were about to see Sergeant's reaction, the jungle opposite began to shake violently. The sound of trees falling to the ground was mixed with a huge buzzing sound, and something quickly moved towards them.

Zhao Bankuo suddenly realized what the problem was, and there was a slight change in the cold face of the sergeant opposite him, but he still stood there steadily.

In an instant, the noise of the jungle advanced a lot towards them, and they could already faintly see the shadows of fallen trees. Suddenly, a wave of air hit them, and several people fell to the ground. Zhao Bankuo stood up immediately due to the pungent smell.

I wanted to continue pointing the gun at the captain, but after a moment's delay, the sergeant stood up covered with dirt. Suddenly, he loosened his long hair, jumped to the captain's side, pulled him up on his back, and walked towards the camp without stopping.

Run outside.

Zhao Bankuo didn't react for a moment. When the sergeant started to run away with the man on his back, he raised his hand and hit him with three consecutive rounds. However, the sergeant made a mistake and dodged behind the broken wall and ran wildly.

And go.

At this time, Zhao Bankuo no longer cared about the military officer. He stepped forward to help Changmao up. Changmao probably fell to the ground and woke up. He held his neck and coughed a few times. Then he opened his mouth and cursed angrily: "Damn, die."

If the monkey dares to plot against me, I will kill him!"

Zhao Bankuo heard what he meant, he wanted to catch up with the sergeant and regain his position, so he said in a hurry: "Quickly, the monster is coming!"

Changmao coughed and sat up from the ground. When he saw the jungle, his expression changed, he jumped up and ran away, shouting: "Damn it, hurry up and follow those two devils."

Zhao Bankuo pulled Ruan Ling to follow him and asked, "What are you doing with them?"

Changmao's steps staggered a little, but he quickly returned to normal, and shouted: "This is the territory of the devils. They are more familiar with us than us. If we follow them, they will have more targets. The monsters will not just pick us to eat." As he said this, he ran away.

Faster.
Chapter completed!