"My disobedience, your ......"

There is no doubt that the Japanese are martial.

If you don't understand the spirit of bushido, if you don't understand kung fu at all, you're a martial fart.

"Yamaoka-kun's swordsmanship is not good, and my judo red belt work."

Judo 10 dan 5 levels, from the first dan to the 5th dan belt is black, the 6th to 8th dan is between red and white convex, and the 9th to 10th dan is a red belt. That's kind of interesting, it's three or four levels higher than the black belt of the fifth dan.

The goods in front of him are taller than the short Yamaoka Kojiro, with a height of about 1.73 meters, which is considered a big figure among the Japanese. And he was wearing a yellow tweed military uniform, and he was clearly an officer.

And he didn't mention anything like betting with Zhang Sixing, and after he finished speaking proudly, he rushed towards Zhang Sixing with a shout.

Zhang Sixing is not used to this kind of goods, and he jumps to the front, and he doesn't make any tricks, that is, he uses lightning speed to punch three times in a row.

"Judo...... Judo...... Judo ......"

Three times in a row "judo", gave the opponent three punches.

The first punch was a hand knife, and it gently slashed at the opponent's Adam's apple, completely disintegrating the opponent's combat effectiveness.

Then both punches were hard blows with all their might, and each punch hit the main artery on the side of the opponent's neck. It's not a flat fist, but a fist that slams twice at the opponent's veins.

After the fight, Zhang Sixing raised a finger towards the Japanese prisoners of war and shook it, and said with a little joke,

"Judo is not good, and there are still those who are not convinced!"

The so-called judo red belt who fell to the ground, no matter how well he practiced judo, or that sentence was not fast enough, he would die in the dueling arena.

I saw that a large bruise was slowly appearing at the neck artery of the Japanese officer, and it was still bulging rapidly.

There is no need to ask him that the major artery in his neck was interrupted by Zhang Sixing's two punches, and the major artery bleeding usually takes three seconds to receive a boxed lunch.

"-groove, this thing's hands are really fast, if you want to be faster than him......"

Xie Jinyuan sighed in a low voice, in the four-line warehouse where everyone was stunned, and they didn't dare to breathe with their mouths half open, it was so clear.

Zhang Sixing chuckled at this,

"The only one who could be faster than me was Hansen. Raul, if this guy is a good cowboy, his first shot should hit the target in 0.295 seconds. ”

Hearing Zhang Sixing's casual words, Hansen. Raul argued,

"Sir, I'm ...... I'm not that fast, but I'm still a good cowboy. Also, can you teach me how to beat people? ”

"You"

Zhang Sixing, who took the equipment from him, shook his head,

"You can't, you're too old, and your bones are so long."

"Sir...... Sir, I'm only twenty-four years old, and I'm still very young......"

"Don't say it, you really can't do it, if you have a son in the future, give it to me before the age of five, I can make him very powerful. Also, you have long hair, do you need my help? ”

When it comes to hair, Hansen. Raul grinned and asked the chief to shave his head, believing it would be too silly. And how could a person like him shave his head, he would only cut off someone's head.

Zhan saw the old cigarette pouch Li Youtian, he nodded,

"Sir, that old cigarette pouch battalion commander has a shaver under his command, I saw it."

Zhang Sixing, who was tidying up his equipment, nodded, casually despairing his hope,

"I'm going to pick up the tank now, and if you still have this head shape when I come back, I'll do it myself, you know."

"Yes, sir."

Knowing that there is no escape, Hansen. Raul replied loudly with a knock on his heel.

"The Master"

Listening to the sound of coughing with vomiting blood, Zhang Sixing frowned and turned his head.

Tetsujiro Yamaoka, who had just been knocked down by him and vomited blood, bent down in front of him, and although he was still coughing when he spoke, he still lowered his eyebrows and called "master".

What kind of master do you call it, and you are called "master" by a rough man, and there is always a feeling of coldness in your back.

"It's called my lord, you're not a girl, what kind of master is it?"

"Yes, my lord"

What all Chinese did not expect was that Tetsujiro Yamaoka, an adult, actually looked like he was calling out pleasure, and he couldn't understand why.

Why, in ancient Japan, only retainers were qualified to call themselves bosses and called adults.

As a descendant of the Beichen Ichsa Stream with a samurai tradition, being able to call him an adult means that he has been recognized.

"Tell your people to check the corpses of the enemy outside and meet the ...... alive"

"Don't worry, my lord, we haven't met any of us alive."

Endured by the pain, Tetsujiro Yamaoka bent over and responded respectfully.

These words caused one of the captives to cry out,

"Yamaoka, how can you betray the Great Japanese Empire."

For such a question, Tetsujiro Yamaoka didn't seem to hear it, and only kept bowing in front of Zhang Sixing.

"Go ahead, take care of your men. And from now on, if you dare to swing your sword at the Chinese, even if it is only once, I will personally go to Japan and kill the people in your family from top to bottom as a punishment for you. ”

"Yes, my lord, please rest assured that Tetsujiro Yamaoka will not break the samurai's promise."

After saying that, he came to the captives with the katana in his hand, and asked with a blue face,

"Who just spoke?"

The prisoners of war looked at the sword in his hand, and one by one they showed fear.

Although he did not identify his companion, his gaze betrayed the man.

Anyone who truly understands samurai culture understands that the commitment of the samurai is heavier than that of Qinshan. Lives can be wanted, promises cannot be broken.

In addition, the samurai would only consider their "adult" enemies to be enemies, regardless of whether they had done something wrong or not.

This is better than some Chinese, and the Japanese, who truly possess the spirit of samurai, respect their promises with great respect, and would rather choose seppuku than break them when they are in a dilemma.

Of course, there are also dross in samurai culture, such as the basic principle that there is no Chinese chivalry to help the weak and eliminate the strong, they obey the strong, do not sympathize with the weak, regardless of other feelings.

Therefore, Japanese culture has learned a little bit from China, but all of them have gone down the wrong path.

"Huh"

The katana slashed through a small arc, and the head fell off the "Goo-dong", and the corpse fell to the ground.

Cutting off the head of his companion, Tetsujiro Yamaoka wiped the katana on his military uniform, and then looked at his fellow prisoner of war viciously,

"Before I competed with adults, everyone had heard about the conditions. At that time, not to oppose meant acceptance, and even if you weren't a samurai, weren't you even a man? ”

After speaking, he endured the pain in his chest, pointed at the person in front of him and shouted,

"Are you men, and if you still have the self-esteem of a samurai, don't break your word. If it's a samurai with no self-esteem, then I'll kill him now. ”

This time the captives, whether officers or soldiers, knew that they had only two paths.

Or commit suicide by seppuku, I believe that people here are happy to see the Western scenery that they have never seen, and one is to follow Kojiro Yamaoka to shout adult.

As for fighting with Zhang Sixing, looking at the judo master whose neck became blue and purple, everyone shrank their necks and shivered.

The red belts are not opponents, and they go up for nothing.

There is only one way to do this-

Seppuku......

At this time, although the Japanese soldiers promoted the culture of bushido, they really made seppuku ......

It hurts, okay.