When a devil saw Wu Xiaoming holding this shovel in his right hand, he couldn't help but smile.

What did he laugh at, laughing at this Chinese who did not know the height of the sky, took his life as a child's play, put a rifle with a bayonet and did not use it, but took such a nondescript play. It doesn't matter how many times he slaps himself, as long as he stabs him, he will be the first to die.

There is a saying that arrogant soldiers will be defeated, and this devil is said to be. When this devil was distracted, Wu Xiaoming unceremoniously looked at him is a shovel, this devil smiled, and tilted his body a little proudly, meaning that holding the body is to ask you to shoot, what can you shoot! My samurai of the Japanese Empire are not afraid of death, and they are afraid of your shovel, but when he was slapped on the back, this devil's face changed, "It hurts-" It was like a steel knife slashing at his body, no, it was even more powerful than the steel knife.

Of course, Wu Xiaoming also played tricks on his wrists, and he seemed to take a shot unhurriedly, but in fact, his wrist had already changed, turning that beat into a slash, and his power was gradually increasing, increasing......

When a person is injured, the body has such a violent spasm, and the spasm time is not fast or slow, but it must be such 0.5 seconds, and this 0.5 seconds is enough. Wu Xiaoming retracted the sapper shovel slightly, accumulated a little strength, and then poked into the neck of this little devil.

Wu Xiaoming's speed is so fast, even the gods can't react, the pain on his back continues, but the more fatal injury is on the neck. This little devil didn't take a breath, he only felt that his qi could only go in, not out, and his eyes were round, even if he wanted to, he couldn't close his eyes.

"What's going on! What's going on! With a look of unwillingness, this little devil went to report to His Majesty the Emperor.

The second devil may have seen the power of the sapper shovel, and he was not so reckless, he very cautiously glanced at the cold light shining on the sapper shovel, and had realized that this sapper shovel was another cold weapon invented by the Chinese in addition to the big blade, so he did not let the sapper shovel touch his body.

He held the bayonet and took advantage of the strength of the 38 Gaiga bayonet that was more than one meter long, and poked Wu Xiaoming's body one after another.

Cold weapons are fighting, it is precisely one inch long and one inch strong, one inch short and one inch dangerous, how long is the engineer shovel, that is, more than half a meter long, obviously in a disadvantageous position that can only defend and attack. If it were someone else, he might only be able to defend, but this is Wu Xiaoming of the special combat team, how can he be so willing to bow down.

When the devil stabbed with another bayonet, Wu Xiaoming, who was holding the sapper shovel in his right hand, was like holding an iron weapon in his hand, and suddenly the sapper shovel was erected and the bayonet was knocked open.

Wu Xiaoming made three points of effort, and his ass was pouted backwards.

This ass pouted, the little devil couldn't stand it, he just felt that the big crotch was like a fold, and he couldn't help but feel pain, just when he bared his teeth, Wu Xiaoming's sapper shovel was pointed, and the little devil behind the butt was a shovel.

This shovel didn't matter, it was poked on the little devil's left hand with the gun, and it only hurt that the little devil "ouch-" sounded, and the left hand holding the gun was released. As soon as the left hand was released, the second shovel of the sapper shovel came over again, and this time it poked at the little devil's right hand, and it hurt so much that the little devil "ouch-" sounded, and his right hand was also released. The three-eight big cover had lost control and fell to the ground.

Wu Xiaoming didn't look at it, and the third shovel just turned around and swept it flat, just like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, the sapper shovel swept half of the little devil's neck. The little devil didn't come up in one breath, he only felt that it was dark in front of him, and there was a darkness between heaven and earth, and then there was a sound of mountains and seas, and it was blood gushing out of his neck. After another pause, nothing is known......

Li Dazhong saw that there were two devils lying down next to Wu Xiaoming, and he only killed one, and lost, so he could only scold unwillingly: "This Wu Xiaoming, it's really, it's too fast and ruthless, you have to be slow down, leave me another one!" This is where to put my face. ”

At this time, the devil of this team has been slaughtered by the special combat members, Kimura knew that he was wrong, thinking that he had encountered the advance team again, the old mother ate persimmons, looking for a soft pinch, but I didn't expect that this time it was licking the belly and licking the asshole, and I met the fierce and vicious special combat team.

What kind of troops is this, according to Chinese words, they are simply cold-faced killers, it is the Lord of Yama of the Yama Palace, even if you send the remaining two squads, it will not matter. These Chinese soldiers even retreated in a very orderly manner, they did not run back, but rolled over on the ground, so that even the Japanese machine guns could not be used.

Kimura had no choice but to order: "Grenadiers, bomb me, blow up these Chinese soldiers." ”

The devil's grenadier rang out again, and one grenade after another flew into the rubble, which really caused a lot of damage to the special combat team. But at this time, a small miracle also happened, and a skylight in a basement was blown open. What is a skylight, that is, a window placed in a horizontal position in the basement in order to transmit light and air.

Yin Zhaoli was anxious that he couldn't find the entrance to the basement for a long time, when he suddenly saw a skylight open and immediately ran over. Looking down from the skylight, the level is covered with iron steel bars, apparently set up to prevent the suspect from escaping.

Yin Zhaoli didn't even think about it, he immediately felt the gun and shot continuously at the steel bar. He saw that the steel bars had been broken, and shook them back and forth vigorously with his hands a few times, and the steel bars were pinned to the side, and then he gave Zhang Xiaosan a look. Zhang Xiaosan jumped in, and then used the same means to destroy the steel bars on the basement windows and drill into the basement.

Several of the special team members also jumped down.

Zhang Xiaosan rushed to the front, first entered the basement, through the faint light of the skylight, saw three people lying dying in the room, Zhang Xiaosan ordered the people behind him: "Quick, carry them on their backs." Zhang Xiaosan shook the door of the basement, and it couldn't be opened at all, it was all locked with a large and particularly strong lock.

Zhang Xiaosan shot at the big iron lock again, the penetration of the assault rifle was excellent, under the impact of the powerful bullet, the lock was broken, Zhang Xiaosan opened the door of this cell and entered the corridor of the basement.

In the basement hallway, it was particularly dark because almost all the light sources were turned off and the electricity was gone. Zhang Xiaosan took out a flashlight and shone it on the corridor in the basement, at the end of the corridor, there seemed to be two other people, they saw the flashlight shaking, thought it was the rescue team coming, and shouted hoarsely in Japanese: "Taskaita!" Tuskey! ”

As soon as Zhang Xiaosan heard the Japanese, he felt that these two people were not good people, so in order to avoid accidental injury, he hurriedly shook the flashlight in front of him, meaning to ask Wu Xiaoming to deal with him. Wu Xiaoming walked over quickly and said to them in Japanese: "We are the rescue team of the Xinmin Association, which part are you?" ”

The two men lying on the ground said: "We are the staff of the General Office, the air raid just now was so bad, we were all injured, please carry us up quickly." ”

Wu Xiaoming saw that he had not guessed wrong, so he said to Li Dazhong next to him: "These are two Japanese spies, I will hand them over to you." ”

Li Dazhong smiled and said to Wu Xiaoming: "It's pretty much the same, think about me a little bit of good things, so that I can catch up with you." After speaking, he picked up the big blade, "Brush!" Brush! In two strokes, the heads of the two Japanese spies were cut off.

There was a room with the door open and not locked, Zhang Xiaosan took the lead and rushed in, entered the room and used a flashlight to shine, it turned out to be a torture room, the room was really eighteen kinds of torture instruments, everything, there was still one sitting on the tiger chair, and one was still sitting on the electric chair, it seemed that the air raid began during the torture. The two spies outside the door just now, needless to say, were the murderers of the execution.

In order to confirm their identities, Zhang Xiaosan personally asked: "Who are you?" ”

A person on the tiger bench looked to be in his thirties, and his body was still quite strong, he looked at Zhang Xiaosan, who was wearing civilian clothes, and asked rhetorically, "Who are you?" ”

Zhang Xiaosan: "We are Fan Zhuxian's team, and we are here to save you." ”

The middle-aged man on the tiger chair said: "It turned out to be Fan Zhuxian's team, we are all ordinary people who have done our duty, and we have been imprisoned here and tortured, which is too wronged." ”

Zhang Xiaosan knew in his heart, since everyone who was brought here were important suspects, if it were ordinary people, the devil would not have wasted so much effort to toss you, and would have dragged you to the south gate and killed.

Zhang Xiaosan hurriedly said to the special combat troops: "Take them off and carry them on their backs." ”

Wu Xiaoming and Li Dazhong came over, quickly relieved these two people, and turned their backs to the top. The person sitting on the tiger chair seemed to be particularly concerned about the person sitting in the electric chair, took his hand, meaning to reassure him, and helped the person who was more than ten years older than him, and originally wanted to help him go, but his body was too weak, and he was carried on the back by the special combat soldiers.

At this time, the doors of the rest of the basements were also opened by the special combat team, and all the people who still had breath were carried to it.

Yin Zhaoli walked over and watched carefully to see if there were any important leaders in Yan'an. He looked at the more than ten prisoners, all of them were thin and weak, just like a crooked cucumber stand, they were indeed a little dying, but the human temperament was still on the face, what was hard to carry the work, what was a cultured person, especially the fullness or emptiness in the eyes, Yin Zhaoli could still see it.

Yin Zhaoli said to the person who had sat on the tiger chair, "What is your name?" ”

"My name is Wang Xiaoli." The middle-aged man who had just sat on the tiger chair replied.

"Why do I feel as if I know you, have you ever sold roasted sweet potatoes in Jinan before?"

Wang Xiaoli was a little confused: "No." I'm just a common man on the outskirts of Jinan, and I usually do a little business......"

The middle-aged man in his forties, who had just sat in the electric chair, said unhurriedly: "Roasted sweet potatoes, I have sold them!" ”

"Oh," Yin Zhaoli tilted his head and said to him, "That time, I bought a roasted sweet potato, that is, four, and one of them is still bad, do you remember this?" ”

The man sitting in the electric chair said: "I don't remember selling so many roasted sweet potatoes all day long." ”

Yin Zhaoli asked him: "This bad one is three taels and eight dollars, and it is a bad heart." ”

The person sitting in the electric chair said, "It's not three taels or eight dollars, it's eight taels." ”