A big-bellied devil soldier wearing a first-class soldier uniform "snapped" and saluted Yan Zhi: "Your Excellency, how many people are there in front?" ”

Zhao Fugui and Fan Xiaosi, who were standing behind Yan Zhi, were a little panicked, for the first time in their lives, they stood so close to the little devil, and the other party was still holding three crooked handles in their hands, even if the three of them showed a little flaw, as long as the other party pulled the trigger casually, the three of them would immediately become a hornet's nest. But now that the wood has been completed, the two of them can only pretend to be calm, in fact, their hearts are already like tens of thousands of ants crawling.

"Baga!" In fact, the appearance of the heart is also panicked, the rehearsal between his own people and the real enemy are completely different things, he used anger to cover up his panic, a baby fat face was hideous and almost deformed, roared and stretched out his hand to give the first-class soldier a slap, and it was a reverse pump, which made the first-class soldier stunned and stood in place, not only did not dare to speak, but straightened his waist more straight, and the other eight Japanese soldiers behind him also lowered their heads at the same time, and they didn't dare to look at the eyes of the angry captain.

When Yan Zhi slapped out, Zhao Fugui and Fan Xiaosi, who were standing behind him, trembled their legs and stomachs, their eyes were almost covered by the brim of the cloth army under the ninety-zero steel helmet, the two glanced at each other with their spare eyes, and couldn't help but hold the guns in their hands tightly, their palms were full of sweat, and they said in their hearts that Chief Yan really ate the bear's heart and leopard gall, and actually slapped the little devil twice when he came up, was he afraid that the other party would not know if you were a fake captain or something?

The two of them calculated that if the flaws were seen by the stupid-looking devil superior soldier, they would have to strike first and take down the three little devils holding crooked handles first.

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

Yan Zhi interpreted his anger to the extreme, and even he himself believed that he was a powerful Japanese captain at this time: "My Imperial Soldiers of the Emperor of Japan are fighting bloodily in front, but you are in the mood to ask how many people have come here, why don't you hurry up and give me support, didn't your instructors teach you when you were recruits, no matter how many people come, my Imperial Japanese Army will definitely not take a step back?" ”

Yan Zhi's atrocities made Zhao Fugui and Fan Xiaosi secretly complain, the two of them only felt that their mouths were dry and bitter, their backs were soaked with cold sweat, a breeze blew, and they were all over, just when Fan Xiaosi was almost about to pee, the big-bellied Japanese first-class soldier actually bowed his head and said: "Hi"

"Just how many of you are here?"

"There is another squad behind us, and the other two squads happen to be on a secret mission, and the other is out on a drill, and they are on their way over, and they will be there in twenty minutes at most."

"Roar!" Yan Zhi expressed satisfaction.

"Hey!" The pot-bellied senior soldier bowed his head again in affirmation.

"Smack!"

Yan Zhi was unforgiving, slapped him twice, and shouted, "Baga, don't go quickly." ”

"Hey!" The big-bellied first-class soldier was not angry, and after pausing his waist again, he turned his face to greet a few other companions and ran towards the bottom of the valley together.

Yan Zhi let out a sigh of relief, this Nima usually watched a lot of anti-Japanese dramas, and when he really arrived at the scene, he was also very nervous, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the fake beard made of cigarette paper and pot ash under his nose, after all, his baby fat face looks like a budding newcomer, and he must add a mustache to bluff people.

After touching it a few times, he found the fake beard, Yan Zhi said in a low voice: "I'll be obedient, when did this fake beard run to the corner of his mouth." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Fugui and Zhao Xiaosi gasped a few more breaths.

Yan Zhi actually didn't expect that his six slaps just now would be so good, in other words, he really didn't expect the little devil to behave even more lowly than the legend in front of his boss.

The hierarchy in the Japanese army was so strict that it was unreasonable that superiors had the right to beat their subordinates in wartime, as if it were commonplace.

In fact, Yan Zhi has lived in Kyoto for a few years before crossing over, and knows that the relationship between the upper and lower levels of the Japanese is extremely strict, even in Japanese companies, subordinates cannot take a step beyond the thunder pond to superiors, let alone during World War II.

It is also common for a superior officer to beat a junior soldier, and the beaten soldier does not dare to resist, if he resists a little, he may die inexplicably in the next charge, which is why the Japanese soldiers rarely retreat when charging.

The Japanese have been instilled with a strict sense of hierarchy since childhood, and after joining the army, the hierarchy of superiors and subordinates has been strengthened, and on the battlefield, for any orders issued by the commander, the junior soldiers can only obey the word "two words".

Looking at the history of World War II in the past, Yan Zhi didn't understand why Japan, a small country with a small population, was able to sweep the whole of Asia.

Later, after reading various materials in Japan, it can be seen that the reason why the Japanese were able to sweep through Asia was also because they had a strict hierarchy and absolute obedience.

In fact, there is one thing that Yan Zhi doesn't know, that is, he speaks Japanese too well, especially his white face, excellent temperament, and pure Kyoto accent, for several Japanese soldiers from a small remote place, it is an uncle-like existence.

For that big-bellied senior soldier, how dare he, a senior soldier from a small place, confront the captain. In wartime, the rank of captain is the fastest promotion, and it is possible to be promoted to the rank of major after a few beautiful battles.

After all the nine devil soldiers ran down the winged valley, Yan Zhi raised his arm high, his index finger and thumb stretched out at 90 degrees, and made a gesture of shooting with a rifle, and the other pointed at the nine Japanese soldiers who were running forward at the bottom of the winged valley, sending a tactical sign language signal to the soldiers of the Brotherhood hidden on both sides of the wings.

Then, he clenched his fist upwards, raised it above his head, stretched out 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 fingers in turn, and then clenched his fist violently,

Almost at the moment when he clenched his fist, the sound of the rifle sounded intensively, and the first to fall to the ground was the senior soldier, a bewitching blood flower bloomed on his head, his body just twisted a few times wildly, and the 38 big cover rifle in his hand fell into the grass before he could pull the bolt, and he didn't even scream.

The face of a machine gunner was splashed with blood-red and white brains in the head of the senior soldier, and in panic, he hurriedly stretched out his hand, trying to clean the blood on his face and the brains of Bai Huahua, but suddenly his body swayed, and he was hit by several bullets that came from the roar, and he threw himself head-on in the grass, kicked his legs a few times, and there was no movement.

The other two Heavy didn't know where to shoot in a panic, and two of their teammates died instantly, leaving them in terror but not even knowing where the enemy was. One of the machine gunners had just twisted his neck and turned around, only to feel a chill on his neck, and then a stream of hot liquid flowed down his neck to his chest, and he tried to raise his gun in despair, but before he could pull the trigger, another bullet hit him in the head, instantly bursting with blood.

Finally, the Heavy pulled the bolt in vain as he fell on his back, watching the blue flames from the machine gun shoot into the dim sky, a bloodshot appeared in front of his eyes, blurring his eyes for a moment, and then falling to the ground mechanically.

In less than twenty seconds, the nine devil soldiers were shot into a hornet's nest before they had time to make any meaningful reaction. They didn't even know where the bullets that shot them came from, so they went to Hades.