Life is a play, and good or bad depends on acting skills.

Although cigarettes at this time do not have filters, they are more suitable for pretending. Yan Zhi took out a cigarette, held it obliquely at the corner of his mouth, put on his sunglasses again, took out the favorite lighter of the American soldier from his pocket with his white and chubby hands, lit the cigarette with his backhand, and took a deep breath......

Wearing the uniform of a major in the national army, smoking tobacco without a filter, he was about to meet with the bayonets of the little devils in the thirties of the nineteenth century, and at this moment, Yan Zhi suddenly had an inexplicable sense of excitement.

It's been a long time since I've killed anyone. Since there is no going back, then enjoy the pleasure of killing people in front of you.

Life is all drama, and excellent scripts are the true meaning. Yan Zhi knew that his predecessor's skills were actually extraordinary, his explosive power, core strength, speed, and reaction ability were all superior, but what he lacked was the murderous aura that killed people without blinking. Now, though, there's no shortage.

"Translation!"

"Sir!"

"Give you one last chance to translate what I just said to the little devil."

Yan Zhi's voice was cold, cold and irresistible. During the brutal war years, soldiers had to resolutely carry out military orders.

The interpreter shuddered.

Zhou Youcai didn't dare to say more.

After listening to the translation's words, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers also looked at Yan Zhi in a daze. If the fat officer just said that the emperor's announcement of surrender was a fool's dream, then he is now looking for death.

One-on-four?

This is digging a self-inflicted grave.

The Japanese army almost won a white-knuckle battle with Chinese soldiers on the battlefield, and three Japanese soldiers were back-to-back, which could fight against a squad of Chinese soldiers. Now this white and fat Chinese major is actually going to fight four against one, which is simply looking for death.

The Japanese lieutenant smiled at Yan Zhi: "Do you think that the life-and-death battle between soldiers is as easy as eating?" Since you want to die, we will fulfill you. ”

Yan Zhi's baby fat face suddenly showed an evil smile, and said to the lieutenant: "You Japanese girls are really good, blowing, playing and singing......"

Yan Zhi felt that he was a little shameless to others when he said these words, at least he felt shameless himself. But in the face of these little devils who are not as good as beasts, what shamelessness can they talk about, thinking of the hurtful directors that these beasts have done in China, Yan Zhi thinks that he is not scolding viciously enough.

Most of the Chinese soldiers are big and coarse, and they usually scold people to the blood, the first time they heard Yan Zhi secretly hiding a knife and scolding a little devil, they felt fresh and enjoyable, so they coaxed Yan Zhi to cheer.

Yan Zhi scolded, and the translator immediately translated it to the little devil.

Yan Zhi listened to the translator's words scolding the little ghost, and randomly added some swear words that the translator wanted to scold.

Looking at the translator who was foaming at the corners of his mouth, Yan Zhi felt that this buddy's state was completely explosive, and Stephen Chow in [Jiupin Sesame Official] was simply a scolding genius, and he was helping me to abuse!

"I don't know if it's because you little devils are doing too much, so that your descendants are all stumbling." Yan Zhi pointed at the lieutenant and said, "What's your name?" ”

The lieutenant didn't know that most of the swear words scolded by the translator were added by the translator himself, and he didn't dare to scold back when he scolded, so Yan Zhi asked him his name, but he didn't hear it.

Fan Xiaosi picked up the butt of the gun, smashed it on the lieutenant's leg, and scolded: "Are you deaf on dog days, the commander asked you what your name is." Fan Xiaosi scolded on his lips, but said in his heart, this rifle butt can break your dog's leg best.

The Japanese lieutenant was also stubborn, he didn't snort, he knew that if he didn't answer, this skinny monkey-like soldier would continue to pound over, so he said, "Ampei Koji." ”

Yan Zhi scolded: "M egg, you dog may be the ancestor of that ampere/chicken three." Which of you are going to fight? ”

From the dozen or so Japanese prisoners, three of the most powerful soldiers stood behind the lieutenant.

Yan Zhi asked the soldiers to untie the ropes on the hands of the four devils.

The soldiers looked at each other and looked at Zhou Youcai at a loss. Major Yan was looking for his own death, but they couldn't watch him die.

"Sir, please stand back and kill a few little devils, how can you do it, the blood of devils is dirty."

Wu Zhonghua replaced Yan Zhi to relieve the siege. He strode behind Yan Zhi, and more than a dozen other death row inmates also followed murderously. Although everyone did not believe that the Japanese emperor would announce his surrender to the whole world, Yan Zhi's words were very morale-boosting, more relieved, and resentful, which made the soldiers and death row prisoners of the National Army and the Eighth Route Army have a good impression of him and are impressed.

In the past few years, the Chinese army has been defeated and retreated, passive everywhere, and morale is low and decadent, and Yan Zhi's words just now are like a shot in the arm, which makes the soldiers' blood boil.

Yan Zhi was moved by the Chinese soldiers!

"Brothers, don't worry, I will not joke with national honor. You stand aside, we have to let the little devils see, those who dare to offend my Chinese will be, ...... punished."

Yan Zhi deliberately dragged out the sound of the last three words. Originally, he wanted to learn the most classic sentence in the movie, "Those who offend my Chinese will be punished even if they are far away" to boil military prestige and morale, but he felt that it was better to change it to "Those who dare to offend my Chinese will be punished" is more in line with the present.

"Whoever dares to offend my Chinese will be punished ......"

The blood of the Chinese soldiers boiled, and the depression brought about by the successive defeats and retreats of the past five years was instantly released and turned into a rock-solid belief in victory.

Someone has hazy eyes,

There are also people who secretly wipe away tears.

Zhou Youcai knew that Yan Zhizuo's heart was that he couldn't turn back, just like he had people bury and drown himself alive a few days ago.

But talking and killing are two different things, and you don't just move your mouth. And Yan Zhi still had a survival rope in his hand when he threw him into the water, and he could pull it when he couldn't stand it, and there was no turning back on the little devil's bayonet, only Huangquan Road.

The mellow Zhou Youcai was suddenly a little helpless, and while praying for his fate, his eyes were also a little confused, and this Major Yan made him more and more incomprehensible.

There was a clearing in the middle of the forest, the sun was shining, and Chinese soldiers and death row inmates formed a large circle in the clearing, Yan Zhi was wearing sunglasses, and four Japanese soldiers were opposite.

Yan Zhi said: "What weapons do you need, pick them yourself." ”

The lieutenant reached for a Japanese Type 94 lieutenant saber from the table.

Yan Zhi's eyes shrank, and he praised: "Type 94 army captain's saber, the whole knife is 101.8 cm long, the blade is 77 cm, and the handle is 23.8 cm. ”

The lieutenant raised his sword diagonally and asked the sky, pierced his horse's steps, and praised after a moment's pause: "Your Excellency has good eyesight." ”

"Good knives!"

Yan Zhi smiled: "It's a pity, a good knife doesn't have a good owner, it's a pity." ”

"Arrogance!"

After the Japanese lieutenant finished speaking, he was calm and calm, holding the knife in both hands, striding left and right, the blade flashing, full of murderous energy, ready to attack.

The other three Japanese soldiers each picked up their neutral rifles that had been unloaded, skillfully loaded their bayonets, stepped forward, sank their waists, and pointed the tips of their bayonets at the ground, murderously.

Yan Zhi slowly pulled out the Nepalese army knife on his waist, the total length of the knife was 60 centimeters, the handle was 12.5 centimeters, the front half of the back of the knife was open, in the shape of a crescent, and the blade flashed with dazzling essence, which made people feel strange and terrifying.

The soldiers on both sides saw this Nepalese scimitar for the first time, and they were immediately calmed by its aura, and this scimitar showed a strange and domineering spirit after being unsheathed.

Although this kind of foreign saber is domineering, it is known on the battlefield as an inch long and an inch strong, an inch short and an inch dangerous, and the unchanging truth, in the face of four murderous Japanese soldiers armed with sabers and spears, the Chinese soldiers are still secretly sweating for Yan Zhi.

Yan Zhi pulled out a knife flower in his left hand, and the posture of holding the knife in his back hand made Zhou Youcai, whose face was like ashes, suddenly feel a little more solid. These tender hands, which are still a little baby fat, seem to be very powerful.

Yan Zhi took a few puffs of cigarette, then slowly stretched out his white and tender right index finger, hooked it at the four Japanese soldiers, and said in Japanese: "Come together." ”

Everyone was confused again: "It turns out that he can speak Japanese." ”

A Japanese soldier with a beard on his face said: "How can I need four soldiers of the Japanese Empire to kill a Chinese soldier like a weak girl." Your Excellency Second Lieutenant, please let me kill this man. ”

Koji Abei nodded.

"Fuck your sister, your sister is the flower// girl/girl dripping work." Yan Zhi spit out a puff of cigarette and scolded, put the half-smoked cigarette butt flat on the table, and casually picked up a Zhongzheng bayonet, the total length of the bayonet was 42.5 cm, the handle was 7.5 cm, and the blade was 2.5 cm wide, shining with dazzling white light.

The Chinese soldiers don't understand, why does Major Yan not use the national scolding that is the first in the world, but he loves the mm of the little devil, is it because the mm of the devil is young?

Yan Zhi looked at the Japanese soldier who was eyeing the tiger and moving forward steadily, with a bearded face on his face: "Since you want to go to Huangquan Road alone, then I will fulfill you." ”

Before Yan Zhi's words fell, his body that looked a little baby fat suddenly burst out with huge energy, suddenly took a few steps forward, and unexpectedly turned around to drive the wrist force, and a white light shot out from his tender hand, the move was simple and effective, and before everyone had time to see his technique clearly, they heard the sound of something landing.

It was the sound of the 38 big cover falling to the ground.

Then, the bearded Japanese soldier knelt on the ground on his knees, his hands around his neck, and a bayonet penetrated straight into his neck, leaving only the handle outside, and blood gushed out along the blood groove on the body of the military bayonet behind his neck, like a red flower, blooming strange petals in the sun.

Killer kills is not what you see in the cinema, get the other person ready. Top killers don't waste a single opportunity, and opportunity is the weight of success for the killer.

Let the other party be well prepared, how to surprise and attack it unprepared.

The favorite way for all killers to kill is to kill quickly, with the fastest, simplest, most practical, and brutal way to kill with one hit, and then disappear from the scene of the murder as quickly as possible.

Killing is not a stew.

On the battlefield, either you die or I die, who the hell pretends to be with you.

The duel between killers is the first opportunity.

One blow was hit, and in the panic of the other three people, Yan Zhi's baby fat body had already arrived in front of An Peihao's body, and he spun around, dodging the saber stabbed by the lieutenant's improvisation, passing by the captain's side, and the Nepalese scimitar in his hand swung back violently, unloading one of An Peihao's calves obliquely.

The blood splashed everywhere, rendering the sunlight more brilliant, adding a bit of charm to the dark forest.

As soon as Koji Abe's screams began, another Japanese soldier screamed as he knelt on the ground clutching his stomach, wailing incessantly, blood spurting out from the wound caused by the Nepalese saber.

At the same time as An Pei Koji's screams, there were also the exclamations of surprise from the Chinese soldiers, they didn't expect the baby fat Major Yan to be so brutal.

At this moment, baby fat became strong and powerful in the eyes of all Chinese soldiers.

The remaining Japanese soldier, whose willpower had been completely destroyed, trembled with his hands, and retreated with trembling, his eyes full of fear.

The corners of Yan Zhi's mouth were full of sarcasm, and he glanced at the other Japanese soldiers who were watching the battle, their faces were like ashes, and the pride they had just now was gone.

"This is the spirit of bushido in your Great Japanese Empire?" Yan Zhi sneered, "But that's it." ”

Yan Zhi walked to the bearded Japanese soldier who was still kneeling on the ground and twitching, reached out and grabbed the handle of the bayonet inserted in his neck, slowly pulled it out, and at the moment when the corpse fell to the ground softly, the bayonet in his hand flew out like lightning and inserted it into the chest of the last Japanese soldier.

If you have the opportunity to kill the enemy with a medium and long-distance blow, you will never choose to take a close risk and fight with the enemy, this is the killer manual, using the most effective, most direct, and most labor-saving way to kill.

Yan Zhi reached out and took half of the cigarette on the table and put it in the corner of his mouth, wiped the blood on the Nepalese scimitar on the clothes of the dead body, and said to the death row prisoners: "The rest of the Japanese, you can do it."

"Sir, do you mean these Japanese devils, we can do whatever we want?"

The death row inmates of the National Army asked with happy faces.

Wu Zhonghua was stunned for a moment and said, "Sir, this is against international ......."

"It's a fart." Yan Zhi took off his sunglasses, put them on again after giving Wu Zhonghua a blank look, and said to the soldiers of the national army: "Anyway, I will leave the devil to you, kill it, kill it, fry it, boil it, or let it go, it's up to you." ”

"Sir!" Adjutant Zhou Youcai also hurriedly dissuaded, "They are prisoners, we have to act according to the international/prisoner/captive rules, if people know about it......"

Yan Zhi turned around suddenly, stared at Zhou Youcai through his sunglasses: "How did the Japanese treat our captured soldiers?" And how did they deal with the defenseless people in Nan/J City? ”

"Today's incident, who wants to say it, don't blame Lao Tzu's gun for not recognizing people." Yan Zhi turned back after walking far, "After the devil is done, the death row prisoners will each take two pieces of ocean home, and at this time in three days, wait for me here." After speaking, regardless of Zhou Youcai, who was frightened and stunned, he turned around and drove away.