"Chinese prisoners of war? The Imperial Army can give you a chance to survive. You can team up with three people, holding weapons, and deal with a soldier of our Imperial Army. If you win, you can be released. Does anyone dare to compete with the Great Japanese Imperial Army?" the devil shouted.

The prisoners of the Kuomintang were all moved in their hearts. They could be released by joining forces to defeat a Japanese devil. The prisoners of the Kuomintang did not believe that these Japanese devils would really do this, but many people still had some hope in their lives. Perhaps they could really survive. At the same time, these prisoners of the Kuomintang also realized that the Japanese wanted to use them to train, and if they succeed, they would live, and if they failed, they would die!

"Brothers? Is anyone going to fight with me? The Japanese don't have three heads and six arms. No matter how powerful these Japanese are, they can still be the opponent of three people?" A captain of the national army said coldly.

After being captured by the Japanese, their treatment was not good. With the Japanese's killing nature, if these national troops had not been captured for a while, they might have taken action to kill these national troops long ago. Even if they became prisoners, who would have wanted to die? There was no chance to survive before, but now it is different.

"I! I will die sooner or later when I fall into the hands of the Japanese. If I defeat a Japanese, I will survive. If I can't defeat, I will set off sooner!"

"I'll come too!"

Soon, two other soldiers of the National Army came out. Before the three soldiers of the National Army said something, a Japanese suddenly rushed out and kicked a soldier in the chest. A sound of obvious bone breaks sounded. The soldiers of the National Army spit out blood, but were directly killed by the Japanese.

The other two soldiers of the National Army looked at the death of their companions, and they gritted their teeth and rushed towards the Japanese soldier. But their fists seemed a little weak and powerless. After these soldiers of the National Army were captured, they had never eaten enough.

It can be said that the Japanese were just waiting for their leisure. Even if the two soldiers of the National Army fought desperately, they could not cause any damage to the Japanese. Their fists fell on the Japanese's heavy equipment and could not make the Japanese take a step back. Instead, every punch and kick made by the Japanese seemed particularly heavy.

The two soldiers of the National Army were dealt with, and the soldiers of the other soldiers were shocked. The combat effectiveness of these Japanese soldiers was too strong, much stronger than the Japanese seen on the battlefield. Many soldiers of the National Army were scanning the Japanese. From the equipment of these Japanese, it can be seen that these Japanese were quite not simple.

Many of the soldiers of the Kuomintang who had thoughts had no idea. They might not be the opponents of these Japanese soldiers after having enough food, not to mention that they had never had enough food after being captured. Now their bodies still seem a little weak.

"Are you soldiers? In you, I can't see any blood that belongs to soldiers. No wonder I will be captured by our Great Japanese Imperial Army. In my opinion, you are not soldiers, you are sheep, a group of sheep waiting to be slaughtered. If the knife is placed on your neck, you will not resist at all. You cannot be called soldiers at all." Seeing the captives of the national army without any movement, the Japanese used the method of provoking them.

The Japanese didn't mind making these national army prisoners angry and could enter the special agent team. These Japanese were all elite among the elites, and they were always carrying equipment weighing more than ten kilograms. In this way, no Japanese believed that there would be national army prisoners as their opponents.

"I'll try it!" The monk couldn't help it. He couldn't stand the provocation of these Japanese.

"You? Very good! Now there is one person, you need two more teammates." said the Japanese team leader.

The monk shook his head, "Damn, no one else is needed, I'm fine alone. I like to go one by one, come on! Let's compete with your grandpa!"

"Mr. Otan! Go!" the Japanese captain ordered.

"Come on! He won't be my opponent!" the monk said disdainfully.

The Japanese squad leader glanced at the monk and handed the sword in his hand to the Japanese beside him. The two stood still! The wind came, which made the two of them squint. Seeing the monk blink, the Japanese squad leader rushed towards the monk directly, and his fist was blocked by the monk, and the Japanese squad leader kicked out.

"Bang"

The monk reacted quickly. When his legs collided, he pulled the Japanese captain closer, punched him in the chest, and threw him to the ground.

"You little Japanese! You can't do this! You look a little wasteful!" the monk laughed and mocked.

The Japanese team leader was a little unable to accept the fact that he was easily knocked down like this. He gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, shouted loudly, and rushed towards the monk's position again. This time he became more cautious and serious. Unfortunately, the gap between the Japanese team leader and the monk was still too big. With three punches and two kicks, he was knocked down by the monk again.

"Damn, use some force! How can this work?"

Before the Japanese got up again, the monk jumped up and landed his elbow on the back of the Japanese squad leader's neck, directly killing the Japanese squad leader. At the same time, the monk took advantage of the situation to snatch weapons from the dead Japanese waist, fired quickly, and knocked down the recent Japanese.

"Escape! Escape!" A captive from the national army shouted.

The monk was mixed in the crowd and rushed out quickly while the Japanese did not react. The Japanese reacted quickly and fired the submachine guns and light machine guns, killing the prisoners who wanted to take them out quickly. The monk reacted quickly and successfully escaped. The prisoners of other national troops were not as lucky as the monk and died under the strafing of the Japanese.

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Liu Gen and the others headed towards Yang Village. They each carried a 38 rifle and a box cannon was placed on their waists. It was not peaceful along the way, and there were still puppet forces in the middle.

"Brother Zhang, there seems to be gunfire coming in front of you." Liu Gen asked the horses under him to stop and said in a deep voice.

Zhang Dabiao frowned slightly, listened carefully for a moment, and reacted, and he also heard gunfire coming not far away.

"Let's go and have a look." Zhang Dabiao said.

This area is the area where the puppet army is located. It is very likely that the one who fired the gun was a puppet army. It is very likely that the puppet army chose to fire only after encountering the Eighth Route Army. The puppet army in this area is still a bit arrogant and its combat effectiveness is not weak.

After climbing over a low hill, Liu Gen and his men saw three Eighth Route Army soldiers fighting about a dozen puppet troops. Even though the three Eighth Route Army kept firing fire and knocking down the puppet troops rushing forward, the puppet troops still rushed up clamoringly.

"Brother Zhang, let's take action too? If you continue, maybe you can really let the puppet army rush up." Liu Gen said in a deep voice.

Zhang Dabiao nodded, and naturally he would not have any objection. After aiming carefully, he pulled the trigger, and a bullet flew out, knocking down a puppet army forward. However, after Liu Gen fired the gun, he was a little helpless. He was unable to hit the Japanese. The distance of two hundred meters was still a bit difficult for him.

The sudden gunfire and the fallen puppet army changed the face of the attacking puppet army. The reinforcements from the Eighth Route Army came, damn! Retreat! Retreat! Soon, these puppet army ran away. I don’t know how many people Liu Gen and the others had. It was a bit troublesome to take down these three Eighth Route Army soldiers. Now that someone comes again, if you continue fighting, maybe all ten of them will die here.

Seeing the puppet army leave, Liu Gen and the others walked towards the three people not far away, wondering why they were entangled by the puppet army.

"Thank you for your help. I didn't expect that the puppet troops in this area would be so rampant. I'll find an opportunity to clean up in the future!" Zhao Gang said in a deep voice. The Eighth Route Army soldiers often pass through this area. How rampant these puppet troops are? If they don't clean them up, it will easily hurt the soldiers.

Liu Gen and the others were a little surprised, "Don't know you are?"

"I am Zhao Gang, the political commissar of the Independent League appointed by the headquarters, and I am about to take office." Zhao Gang looked at Liu Gen and the others and said gently.

If it weren't for Liu Gen and Zhao Gang and the other two, they would still be in danger of their lives.
Chapter completed!