The Japanese soldier, who was firmly held down by Zhang Sixing, desperately latched with his arm to the bear claw blade that was about to cut his neck.

But under the control of Zhang Sixing's absolute power, the sharp mouth that shimmered like a star was getting closer and closer to his neck.

"What kind of troops are you?"

The sound of the pure Japanese Tokyo accent almost made the Japanese soldiers who were under control cry with joy.

Is it your own person, is it just a misunderstanding, is it ......

"Marine Corps, the ...... of the Imperial Japanese Sea"

However, he had guessed everything wrong, and the blade that was getting closer and closer to his neck showed that the non-human creature in front of him was the enemy.

He wanted to struggle, but neither hand was as strong as Zhang Sixing's arm.

The Japanese soldiers, who had already mustered up the courage to fight hard, pushed Zhang Sixing's arm and bared their teeth and glared at him.

It's a pity that he was already destined.

The sharp blade stabbed into the neck and slashed a section.

The dying Japanese soldier tried his best to cover the blood-squeezing artery with his hands, but the blood rushed down the throat that had been cut together to the lungs and mouth.

The strong pressure of arterial blood causes blood to spurt out of the mouth and nose.

At this time, Zhang Sixing had already picked up a crooked handle, and a box of bullets with more than half of it left, as well as his own "single frame".

Taking a step of three meters out of the field fortifications, Zhang Sixing thought vaguely:

It turned out that it was the Japanese Marines who worked with the Four Elements Lone Army.

This...... It's not to blame Lao Tzu, it's not in the textbook.

Thinking about what he didn't have, his eyes swept quickly over the ground in front of him.

Shelter, in any situation on the battlefield, the first time to find a suitable place to hide.

Carrying crooked handles and packed ammunition, before he got close to the stronghold, he was greeted by the Chinese troops in the stronghold.

"Quack Quack"

The dry sound of Czech machine guns is not very loud on the battlefield where the roar of war is roaring.

A few rolls, even with both hands and feet, before the shooter could get used to his speed and teach him a lesson with a bullet, he ran into a crater.

Huddled under the crater and endured machine-gun fire, shouting in Mandarin,

"Don't beat you up, your own people, why don't you understand?"

In fact, he knew in his heart that on the battlefield where he had never seen auspicious clothes and ostrich boots, he was not on the same side as anyone.

No soldier on any side would think that they were on the side of the monster.

It's all to blame for the ostrich boots he wears underfoot.

This is an equipment used in extreme sports – ostrich boots, with a top speed of 40 kilometers per hour.

In fact, many of the equipment used in extreme sports has great military potential, such as paragliding.

The people in the stronghold didn't seem to hear him, or thought he was a monster, and the Czech machine gun continued to "rattle" bullets in a dumb voice.

"Hey, these grandchildren ......"

I couldn't say that, so I took off my ostrich boots and put on my backpack, and threw out my mourning stick-like rifle and crooked handle.

At this time, the Czech machine gun that found him stopped, I don't know if it was because of the magazine change or some other reason.

No more bullets flew, and even Zhang Sixing raised his hands.

However, at this time, the Czech-style that had just been shot made a hoarse "quack" sound.

I didn't want to immediately shrink back under the crater, and after eating a mouthful of dirt, he shrunk his neck and muttered,

"Ni-Ma can see clearly, Lao Tzu wears a German-style ......"

In retrospect, he had already understood the reason for being shot, and the Chinese soldiers had never seen German paratroopers, let alone the concept of paratroopers.

But......

"I'm German, don't beat me up."

The German, which was very different from the warring sides, sounded, and the Czech machine guns immediately stopped.

Probably, the people of the German armourer, trained directly by the German officer corps. Even if you don't know German, you can still hear the voice.

"I'll go, don't shoot."

As he spoke, Zhang Sixing turned over and got out of the crater, picked up his equipment and ran towards the stronghold.

It seems that this outfit is still Chinese, and it can't withstand the power of a few words of German, so it's a bit crying and laughing.

At this time, there was still the sound of bullets flying by his side, but it was from the Japanese side, and there was nothing that could be done.

Fortunately, it didn't take a few steps to reach a covered place, and before I could catch my breath, the sound of chaotic footsteps suddenly came out.

Listening to the footsteps, he knew that it was a Chinese soldier, and he took out a cigarette and lit it without nervousness.

When he looked up, a crowd of soldiers dressed in various uniforms and using various weapons had surrounded him.

There were German armorers, and there were people in green, yellow, and gray uniforms, and they wore all kinds of different steel helmets.

There were British rice bowl helmets, and French helmets with stiffeners.

The leader is a middle-aged battalion commander with a long face wearing a gray military uniform and only a cloth military hat, but this thing is not as good as the battalion commander.

Lowered the brim of his hat with a box cannon, and pointed at Zhang Sixing's head with the muzzle of the gun, and opened his mouth to be Guipu,

"What are you going to do with the firedrops, running here with sharp teeth and pretending to be a German instructor, and your clothes don't look like thia."

Zhang Sixing did not answer such a question.

He just clicked the crooked handle with his jaw and kicked the bullet box with his foot.

"See where you can use it on the shelf, return the bullets to the devil."

The soldier pointing a gun at him did not move, and although his Mandarin was very standard, the vigilance in everyone's eyes did not dissipate.

Suddenly, the soldiers were pushed away rather brutally, and a few fluent German words were spoken.

"What for, what for, who told you to point a gun at a German."

With the sound, a tall guy with a cigarette butt in the corner of his mouth squeezed in.

Without a helmet, blonde hair is like straw covered in ash.

On his slender face, his blue eyes were tight and full of nervousness and a glimmer of despair.

The military uniform was not neatly worn, and the sergeant's collar was worn around the neck, and there was a faint smell of alcohol.

This made Zhang Sixing very unhappy, he glared at the soldiers in front of him, and suddenly shouted in German,

"Cheer up, you're a German soldier, you can't disgrace the army like this."

Suddenly listening to the German in the officer's voice, the sergeant was startled.

Looking at Zhang Sixing's line again, he immediately understood that this person's level was not low.

Wearing an Air Force M38 field suit, the Knight's Iron Cross hangs from the bottom of his neck, the second buttonhole is the Iron Cross of the Second Degree, and the left breast pocket is the Iron Cross of the First Degree.

A soldier who can get three Iron Crosses, is this a special person?

Hurriedly threw down the cigarette butt in his mouth and extinguished it, his trembling fingers quickly sorted out his uniform, and at the same time trembled his lips in defense,

"The translator is dead, they can't listen ......"

Then the heel "snapped" and the breath of the front-line soldier returned to him.

The Chinese soldiers around him looked at him, and they also collected their weapons one by one, and even put their guns at their feet to maintain a standing posture.

"I'm Second Lieutenant Heinrich of the German Paratrooper Einsatzgruppen. Liszt, don't be nervous I'm retired, here's proof of this. ”

stared at the guy in front of him sternly, took out his retirement certificate from his pocket and shook it open and handed it over.

The sergeant took it with respectful hands, glanced at it, and quickly returned it to him.

Then he saluted, raised his head and shouted,

"Hello Sir"

Glancing at him, Zhang Sixing didn't say much.

There were many German soldiers on the Songhu battlefield, and the officer corps directly participated in the command, so it was not surprising that a German appeared.

"Take a break, now go get dressed in your gear and come back to me, I still have to fight tonight."

After speaking, he turned his face and asked the battalion commander of the Gui Army who took the lead,

"Which part of you are from, why haven't you retreated yet, the entire Shanghai market except for the Sixing Warehouse, is full of devils."