Dressed in a shabby Central Army uniform, walking out of the cramped and musty dormitory of the prisoner of war camp, feeling the sunshine that he hadn't seen for a long time, Monk Wei subconsciously squinted his eyes.

Although the food provided by the devils to the prisoners of war was very poor,

Exactly the same as pigs eating.

But he was a Wei monk.

Monk Wei, who has few opponents in one-on-one hand-to-hand combat.

In the prisoner-of-war camps, which are a mixed territory, it is still no problem to eat half-full.

Therefore, all along, although his physical strength is not as good as when he was at his peak, it is not too bad.

"Something is wrong!"

"Gotta find a way to get out."

Seeing that there were several times more vigilant devil soldiers outside, recalling that the food had suddenly become better in the past few days, and even had a meal with a bit of oil, Monk Wei was vigilant.

As the old saying goes, eat a severed head meal before you die,

It is certainly not good for the devil to suddenly raise the food in the prisoner of war camp.

"Fight hard, it's nothing more than death."

"It's better than waiting to die."

Originally, his physical strength was not bad, and he had eaten a full meal for a few days, a good meal, and Monk Wei, whose physical strength had fully recovered, made up his mind.

He followed the ranks of prisoners of war and continued to walk forward.

But his eyes continued to look around, remembering the location of the devil sentry and the machine gun tower, and gradually sketched out the location of the devil's firepower point in the prisoner of war camp, as well as the escape route.

It's just...

"Trouble!"

The deployment of firepower in the prisoner of war camp made Wei Dayong's face sink.

As a veteran, he honed his amazing battlefield reading ability on the battlefield, and after just a cursory look, he knew that if he wanted to escape from this prisoner of war camp, he would be single-handed...

There was no chance.

Unless...

Join forces with all the prisoners of war around you, and maybe there will be a chance of survival.

But he hadn't organized it before.

Continuing on foot, after passing through a gate, Monk Wei saw more than a dozen devils wearing different military uniforms and holding submachine guns in their hands.

"Take only the prisoners of war."

"Now the Imperial Army is giving you a chance to live."

"You can work in groups of three, armed with short knives, and attack an unarmed Imperial samurai at the same time..."

A devil officer with a katana, a submachine gun, and a pistol pinned to his waist, began to chirp in Japanese, and on the side, a devil translated synchronously.

"This is going to practice hand-to-hand combat with prisoners of war?"

"Looks like these weird devils are pretty good."

"No wonder it's delicious these days."

The monk figured out what the devil meant.

Duration.

Three captured soldiers gathered together and attacked a ghost soldier, who had obviously undergone strict hand-to-hand combat training, and could easily kill them all in three or five moves.

This scene made dozens of captured soldiers around them bow their heads one after another, obviously frightened.

However, in the monk's view, it is the same thing.

These captured soldiers, who had eaten too poorly before, had too weak a physical foundation, and although they had eaten a full meal for a few days, they were far from recovering their physical strength at their peak, and it was normal for them to be easily killed.

If these three people are fed and regain their strength, the outcome will not be certain.

But it can't be denied that these devil soldiers are all elite.

One in a hundred elites.

"Does anyone dare to challenge it?"

"Are you soldiers?"

"I don't think so, you are a flock of sheep, sheep to be slaughtered..."

After a fight, the devil officer was obviously very satisfied, and began to talk again.

The monk ignored the verbosity of the devil officer, and he looked at the box of Wang Ba on the officer's waist.

He needed a gun.

Directly start, facing dozens of highly vigilant devils, even with his skills, he is afraid that he will be beaten into a sieve by the devils around him before he shoots.

But

When you are just fighting hand-to-hand, all the devils will be attracted by the fighting in the field, including the devils on the machine gun watchtower, and your vigilance will be relaxed a lot.

So...

"I'm coming!"

"I'll try!"

The monk walked out of the crowd of prisoners of war and came to the central clearing.

"Is there anyone else? I need three! ”

The devil officer looked around at the prisoners of war.

"No, it's just me."

The monk shook his head.

First, there is no need, his physical strength has been fully recovered, although these devils have undergone strict hand-to-hand combat training, but even if it is a pair of two, he can easily kill them.

Second, after he grabbed the gun, he needed other captured soldiers to act synchronously to have a chance to escape.

"You despise the kung fu of my Japanese soldiers?"

The devil officer looked at Monk Wei.

"The three-legged cat's kung fu is really not very good."

The monk shook his head, his tone disdainful.

"Good."

The devil officer seemed to be.

He turned his head and said to the devil behind him:

"Three Qianjun..."

"No, I'm going to fight you."

The monk interrupted the devil officer.

He needs a gun.

Only this devil officer has a king eight box around his waist, and judging from the fixed way, he will not take it off in hand-to-hand combat, as long as he kills this devil, he can get the gun.

Moreover, this devil is obviously a commander and a master of hand-to-hand combat.

Knocking this devil commander to the ground with his bare hands presumably can temporarily deter other devils, making them fall into shock and even fall into a daze.

As a top martial arts expert, the monk is well aware of the usefulness of this skill.

Hand-to-hand combat, bloody assassination, can be more terrifying.

It's like the devil killed three captured soldiers with his bare hands just now, so that the others don't even have the courage to raise their heads.

and

He can beat down this devil commander, and he can also make these captured soldiers behind him have the courage to fight hard.

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It was only a mile from the prisoner of war camp.

Li Yunlong and Kong Jie were hiding in the grass with a few scouts, looking at the Liaoxian prisoner of war camp in the distance with binoculars.

"There are so few devils who are on guard against the outside world?"

At first glance, Li Yunlong saw that something was wrong.

There is a prisoner of war camp with a squadron of devils, and there are only a few devils who are on guard against the outside world.

Moreover, these devils all left their guard posts one after another, looked inside the prisoner of war camp, and did not look out at all, it seemed that there were very lively things happening in the prisoner of war camp.

That

The entire prisoner of war camp was hardly guarded by any external security.

"Zhang Dabiao, order the troops to assemble."

"Do it now!"

Li Yunlong didn't know what was going on in the prisoner of war camp, so much so that the devil guards who had been on guard to the outside world were all out of their posts, and the entire camp almost lost its vigilance against the outside world.

At present, he only knows that there is a devil senior officer in the Liao County prisoner of war camp.

But more than a dozen years of combat experience, nearly a decade of experience as a regiment commander, told him that this was an opportunity.

A great sneak attack.

Such a great opportunity is in front of him, how could he let it go?

"Yes!"

Zhang Dabiao immediately ran to mobilize troops.

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The second battalion of the independent regiment was stationed not far from the Liaoxian prisoner of war camp, and only fifteen minutes later, the first company and the second company of the second battalion quietly moved to the vicinity of the devil's prisoner of war camp.

The third company was responsible for going to block the reinforcements coming from Liao County.

The signal corps also went to Xiaowa Village, Liao Town, to inform the county brigade to arrange supplies and prepare to receive the wounded and transfer prisoners of war.

And the unbelievable.

Because the devils are all observing the prisoner of war camp, the training of the Yamamoto special team, and the hand-to-hand combat with the prisoners of war,

So much so that a huge prisoner of war camp has almost no external warning,

When Li Yunlong approached the outer wall of the prisoner of war camp with nearly two hundred people from one company and two companies, there were still no devils who discovered the impending danger, and the devils were still watching the excitement inside the prisoner of war camp with great interest.

Although there are devil strongholds that have never been attacked, it is also related to the quality of the soldiers of the garrison division.

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"Seven meters..."

Holding a German-made grenade with the back cover open in his hand, Wang Gensheng looked up at the machine gun guard tower in front of him, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a hideous smile.

Although the German-made grenade in his hand was heavy, much heavier than the border area he usually used, it took him a little time to get used to.

But

This German-made grenade is much more powerful than that made in the border area, and even the devil's melon grenade is far from being comparable.

Not to mention, this time he also added a fragmentation sleeve to the grenade.

More powerful.

Taking a deep breath and holding the fuse, Wang Gensheng silently waited for the order.

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The other side.

Wang Xikui found a position,

Take cover

The field of vision is wide, and you can see most of the entire devil prisoner of war camp,

He lay down in the haystack, set up his machine gun, loaded a large magazine of thirty rounds, pulled the bolt, loaded the bullets, and looked through the aiming baseline, locking on to one of the machine gun towers.

By his side,

There are also nine loaded thirty-round magazines.

From this perspective,

Wang Xikui could still see that Liu Shun had quietly approached the gate of the prisoner of war camp, only five or six meters away from the devils guarding the gate, and the twenty-round barge gun in his hand had already broken the nose of the machine.

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meanwhile

In the prisoner of war camp,

The monk had already made a move to kick the face upside down, pressing the leader of the third combat team of Yamamoto's special team to the ground,

surrounding

The members of Yamamoto's special team looked at each other, looked at the monk who was standing, and then looked at the team leader on the ground, and didn't know what to do for a while.

To help or not to help?

helped, and will definitely be scolded and even beaten afterwards,

But if you don't help, you feel like you're going to die!

Other ordinary devils were also dumbfounded,

Suddenly, the leader of the third battle team moved, as if he wanted to get up, which made the devils breathe a sigh of relief.

And then

Click!

The monk flew elbow, and then elbowed the leader of the third combat team to the western sky, and the crisp sound of cervical vertebrae breaking was piercing.

Around, all the devils were frightened by this hard blow and took a step back.

The monk did not hesitate to pull out the pistol of the leader of the devil team and shot the head of the nearest Yamamoto special team leader.

Smack···

"Damn, fight."

Seeing this scene, several clever captured soldiers immediately snatched the submachine gun from the hands of the Yamamoto Secret Service Devils who were still in shock beside them, and swept around the devils, and several Yamamoto Secret Service members who couldn't react were killed on the spot.