…… The monks now finally understood why the little devils had gathered them here.

What the interpreter said just now was very clear, let them train with these little devils in front of them in empty-handed combat.

Monks, howitzers, and Dong San frowned, they had actually heard that the little devils even took live prisoners of war for assassination training.

Let those devil soldiers who have never been on the battlefield kill people with their own hands to practice their courage to stimulate blood.

I just didn't expect that it would be my turn in front of me.

What surprised the monk a little was that he heard that ordinary devils used prisoners of war for training, and the devils were holding bayonets on the side and the prisoners of war were bare-handed, which was clearly sent to the devils to kill.

It seems a little different in front of him, listening to the meaning of this devil's translation, these little devils in front of him are going to fight with their bare hands with these prisoners of war, and even said that they can give the prisoner a short knife.

Is this really weird, is it stupidity, or is it blind confidence?

The monk was secretly scrutinizing, and he found that these devils in front of him seemed to be very different, and he saw confidence, arrogance, indifference, and cruelty in the calm eyes of the devils......

The devil translator continued to speak, trying to stimulate the bloodiness of these national army captives with the method of agitation.

"Are you soldiers? Can you still be called a soldier? In our opinion, you are just a bunch of cowardly, poor, lowly guys, who don't even have the courage to stand up and resist, what kind of soldiers are you? ”

"I see cowardice in you, cowardice deep in your bones, is it possible that Chinese are so cowardly? The sick man of East Asia is really not a false rumor.

……”

All sorts of ugly words.

Those who can be sent here are all "thorns" among the captives, at least they are not willing to surrender to the devil to be a traitor, and they are more or less bloody in their hearts, the devil is so exciting, naturally some people want to come out.

The howitzer saw the difference between this group of devils, and hurriedly said, "Little devil, it sounds good, isn't it just for us to be sparring partners, but why don't you let us eat something?" I haven't eaten in almost two days. ”

"It's, it's—"

The soldiers followed with a commotion.

The devil translator sneered and said, "If you want to eat, you can, as long as you can defeat your opponent." ”

The temptation is big enough at this moment, first insults and irritation, and now if you win, you can still have food.

The two captives stood up almost simultaneously, one on the left and one on the right.

The two of them are bloody, since they were captured and did not choose to surrender, it is worth it to kill a little devil before they die.

The two who got up at the same time saw each other, stunned for a moment, as if they wanted to give in, and one of them was about to squat down again.

A black-faced devil walked out on the opposite side, who didn't seem to be very old, beckoned to the two of them, and spoke Chinese fluently: "Yours, you can go together, and there are short knives!" ”

Play for real?

The three monks were a little puzzled.

The two captives didn't think too much about it, and they didn't have to talk about morality with the little devils, since the little devils were looking for death, it was no wonder that they were there.

The two picked up the short knife that was thrown on the ground by the devil, and even tacitly outflanked the black-faced devil from the left and right.

The monk could see that the two captives were definitely veterans, the attack was very orderly, and the cooperation was also quite tacit, and the two short knives beckoned to the devil at the same time, one directly attacked the upper three roads, and the other directly attacked the lower three roads.

Attentive eyes converged, even if they were prisoners, these captive soldiers hoped that the Chinese side could defeat the devil and restore some of the dignity of the soldiers.

When the short knife approached the body of the black-faced devil, the black-faced devil suddenly moved.

Fast!

This black-faced devil reacts extremely quickly.

A shot is a killer move.

While stepping on the short knife from the left with his left foot at a swift speed, his right foot soared into the air, and before the short knife from the right wing was not close, he kicked the opponent's heart, and the castration did not stop, and he pounced on the other opponent who stepped on the short knife, stepped on the short knife at the same time, bullied up, and twisted the opponent's neck very fiercely under the staggered hands of both hands.

In the twinkling of an eye.

The two captives who were the first to go into battle were killed and seriously wounded.

Quiet –

On the arena, the silence was terrible.

The prisoners of the national army have just recovered from their deaths, this is a simple fight, it is clearly a massacre!

Stand up and challenge these devils, and failure means death.

But the captives are not stupid, which of these devils in front of them are ordinary devils?

Two against one, or with a short knife, the devil is bare-handed, and the national army is not an opponent on this side, how can this be fought?

The shadow of death instantly hung over the hearts of the captives of the national army.

All of a sudden, no one dared to stand up and challenge.

With a look of mockery on his face, the devil translator once again insulted:

"Is this the Chinese military? A little blood is enough to make you retreat, why don't we even have the courage to take revenge when we kill your companions? ”

"Humble Chinese, it's really disappointing......"

The devil's scolding is too ugly.

A bloody northern man stood up again.

"I'm coming! Little devil, isn't it just murder, grandpa is still afraid of you? ”

The monk, the howitzer, and Dong San knew this soldier, called Jiang Dao, who seemed to have been sent to the concentration camp recently, and was captured not long ago.

Jiang Dao is very bloody, in the face of devils to persuade him to surrender, he will always scold, never hide it, and those cowards who choose to surrender He scolded the most ugly.

The monk admired it in his heart and felt that this soldier was a man.

"Check it out! He should be able to do it! The monk whispered, and the howitzer and Dong San nodded.

The devil translator shouted: "Very good, one is considered a soldier, and two more are needed, who else?" ”

"Little devil, don't look down on people, your grandfather and I are enough!" Jiang Dao scolded unscrupulously.

The devil translator wanted to say something, but the oldest devil squad leader stopped him, turned around and selected another person from the team, still a little devil with a little baby face, and he didn't know if he was an adult.

"Kojiro, this one is yours." The old devil said.

Jiang Dao looked at the baby-faced devil and sneered: "Little doll, the hair hasn't grown, right?" Dare to invade our China, come, let grandpa teach you, what is Chinese kung fu. ”

"You can use a short knife!"

", Lao Tzu beat you up with a doll that doesn't even have any hair, and you still need a short knife?"

The baby-faced little devil seemed to understand Chinese, and a look of anger appeared on his face, and he took the lead in shooting at Jiang Dao.

The howitzer is a veteran on the battlefield, and he still has eyesight, "Jiang Dao, this guy is bold and careful, he first provoked this little devil and messed up the square inch, so that before the two of them could fight, the little devil fell first......"

The howitzer's words were not finished yet, compared to the arena, but in three or five moves, Jiang Dao was kicked in the chest by the baby-faced devil, and flew out directly two or three meters away, landing on the ground, his face was as pale as paper, and the corners of his mouth were flowing with red blood.

The original ridicule on his face was all eliminated, and there was a thick shock in his eyes, this little devil was ruthless enough.

Jiang Dao, who fell to the ground, struggled, but couldn't get up, this kick was too hard.

The devil captain, who was obviously an old devil, was not very satisfied.

I don't know if it's deliberate, he said Chinese words, and the tone of reprimand:

"Stupid, if you kicked him in the heart or in the neck just now, now your opponent is already a corpse, and the enemy you can kill with one move should never use the second move, understand?"

"Hey!" The baby-faced little devil replied convincingly.

He turned his head, and his face showed indifference and cruelty that did not belong to his age, and he walked towards Jiang Dao, who fell to the ground.

Jiang Dao has obviously been hit hard, and he has no power to fight back at all, if this devil is ruthless again, he will only die on the spot.

Everyone in the team who knew Jiang Dao was shocked, and they gasped in their hearts, it was really unexpected that a baby-faced devil was so fierce and strong.

What about the devils behind the babyface who haven't made a move? Could it be even more powerful?

Could it be that these cruel fellows came to practice killing with their captives?

For a while, no one dared to come forward, just watching the baby-faced devil walk towards Jiang Dao.

The monk couldn't help but clench his fists.

These devils in front of them are terrifying, they don't seem to be the regular combat troops of the devils, and this baby-faced devil seems to be the youngest among the more than twenty devils.

But even if he is such a young devil, his attack is extremely murderous.

Jiang Dao couldn't even block two moves.

The monk decided to save people, he knew Jiang Dao, and admired Jiang Dao's courage and backbone.

"It's just a competition, why do you want to die? Here I am! The monk shouted, pushed away the howitzer that was about to stop him, and Dong San, and stopped in front of Jiang Dao.

The baby-faced devil was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to get more and more excited.

He hasn't been addicted to it yet! was also scolded by the instructor, and just slapped the almost bareheaded man in front of him.

Jiang Dao clutched his chest and said with some difficulty, "Monk Wei, cough cough...... Be careful, this little devil is not weak. ”

The monk scolded: "You kid is not good at learning, you have to stand up and be a hero, don't say anything about losing your face, and lose the face of our Chinese martial arts, if you don't stand up again, the little devil really takes their three-legged cat's kung fu seriously." ”

“……”

The baby-faced devil is ready to attack and wants to kill the monk with one move.

The monk waved his hand disapprovingly, pointing to the old devil captain beside the baby-faced devil, "You come, I can't look down on the others." ”

This is a blatant provocation.

In fact, the more than 20 young devils who appeared in the concentration camp were the reserve soldiers that Yamamoto had prepared for his special forces, and they had been receiving high-intensity special forces military training.

In the first battle of Yangcun, Yamamoto's special team was reduced by more than half, and Yamamoto was helpless to prepare to replenish the special team again.

And the current training of prisoners of war is the last baptism of growth for this group of reserve soldiers of the special team before they officially join the Yamamoto special team.

As for the devil captain in front of him, he is an official member of Yamamoto's special team, and he is also the leader of a certain combat group of Yamamoto's special team.

He has always been in charge of the training of the Secret Service reservists.

Received the blatant provocation of the monk, this old devil naturally couldn't bear it, so many students around him were still watching! I just reprimanded the students, and I just taught them a lesson.

Thinking of this, surprise appeared on the old devil's face, and then a contemptuous smile, "Me? Very good, Chinese, you have a lot of vision, I will let you die a decent death. ”

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