Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Chapter 306 Duel

Seeing that Kong Jie was about to take a big knife and teach them a lesson, Ding Wei was the first to stand up and disagree.

"Old Kong, why are you gesturing? Don't forget who you are!"

Kong Jie was confused. What identity? Wasn't he just a Chinese soldier? What kind of identity was needed to kill a Japanese soldier?

"Old Ding, what do you mean?"

Ding Wei stepped forward without hesitation and snatched the razor blade that Kong Jie was holding tightly.

"What do you mean? I am the commander of the front-line headquarters. I have the final say on who goes first!"

Ding Wei sideways his eyes and pointed at Ishida Keio.

"Old devil, you and I are both commanders of two armies, so let's fight it out, representing ourselves as individuals and our respective armies!"

Ishida Keio felt a little scared when he saw Ding Wei's murderous expression. He claimed to be an elite, so how could he fight with these peasants with bayonets?

He came up for one reason:

He doesn't want to die in this unknown Linfen!

"Commander, I think we should be the last to appear. This may be more interesting. Let's leave the stage and battlefield to our subordinates first!"

Now it was Ding Wei's turn to be dumbfounded. He originally wanted to grab the opportunity to fight the first battle, but he didn't expect this old Japanese to do this. Wouldn't this make him lose money in business?

Ding Wei loosened his grip and the knife returned to Kong Jie's hand.

"Commander Ding Wei, as your subordinate, can I go into battle?"

Without waiting for Ding Wei to answer, Kong Jie held the knife in both hands, raised it to his chest, searched among the Japanese soldiers, and found a major general.

The fat colonel immediately took off his gloves and hat and bowed respectfully to Ishida Keio and Kong Jie.

"Major General Masao Nakamura, commander of the 59th Brigade, please give me your instructions!"

Kong Jie became excited when he heard the Japanese guy's self-introduction.

"Yoho, you're a brigade commander, barely qualified, don't be so hypocritical, come on, little devil!"

The two of them took up their positions and turned around twice in the open space.

Masao Nakamura was the first one who couldn't hold back and swung his raised samurai sword towards Kong Jie's head.

Kong Jie took a step back to buy some time, then flashed to the left and dodged the attack perfectly.

The attack missed, so Nakamura Masao took advantage of the situation and swung his knife horizontally.

This time, Kong Jie did not dodge, but blocked with his knife, and then kicked Nakamura Masao in the stomach.

Masao Nakamura fell to the ground.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him.

Kong Jie rushed forward and chopped at Nakamura Masao repeatedly. Nakamura Masao hurriedly blocked, but his numb arms had already lost their strength.

A large knife blade weighing more than ten pounds, plus the gravity from top to bottom, can it withstand a few blows!

Finally, Nakamura Masao's hand went numb and the samurai sword flew out, and Kong Jie's big knife blade hit his forehead, cutting his round face in half.

"Little devils, nothing more than that!"

Kong Jie wiped the blade of the machete on the Japanese soldier's uniform, then cut off his rank of major general and took away the general's sword.

Raising the general's knife in his hand, Kong Jie winked at Ding Wei with a smile.

"Old Ding, we fought well, didn't we?"

Ding Wei was angrily preparing to snatch the big knife from Kong Jie's hand.

"It's okay! Is it my turn now?"

Who knew that Ding Wei was pushed away by Xing Zhiguo again.

"Old Ding, I haven't appeared yet?"

Xing Zhiguo took the big knife from Kong Jie's hand again.

"Old Xing, I hadn't even warmed it up yet, why did you take it away?"

Xing Zhiguo swung the blade of the machete twice, then winked at Ding Wei.

"Old Ding, I'll leave you a lieutenant general position!"

Xing Zhiguo pointed at another major general opposite him and hooked his finger.

"It's you. You look as skinny as a monkey. How about you call someone else?"

The thin and short Japanese major general was not angry.

"Commander of the 60th Brigade, Mizuhara Yoshishige, please give us your guidance!"

After saying that, he still bowed.

"You damned little devils are so polite, why weren't you so polite when you were slaughtering our Chinese people? You talk a lot about morality, but you're full of thieves and whores! Come and die!"

After Xing Zhiguo finished speaking, he raised the broadsword blade and took up position.

Mizuhara Yoshishige was even more impatient than Nakamura Masao. He didn't even turn around twice before rushing over angrily with a knife in his hand.

Xing Zhiguo dodged and lightly blocked with his knife, and the Japanese soldier staggered out.

With a turn, Xing Zhiguo's big knife chopped Mizuhara Yoshishige on the back.

With a "click" sound.

Yoshishige Mizuhara's skin was torn apart, revealing his white bones. He lay on the ground, breathing out more than breathing in.

"Go to hell, you little devil!"

Xing Zhiguo put his left foot on Mizuhara Yoshishige's back, held a machete in his right hand, and slashed at his neck fiercely.

Blood splattered on the spot!

Xing Zhiguo followed suit, cut off Mizuhara Yoshishige's military rank, and then took away his general's sword.

Ding Wei was stunned for a moment when he saw the ferocious Xing Zhiguo. He didn't expect that Xing Zhiguo, who seemed honest and simple, could kill the Japanese so easily and efficiently.

"Old Xing, I didn't expect you to be so ruthless. I never offended you in any way. Please forgive me!"

Xing Zhiguo grinned at Ding Wei and put on his harmless face again.

"Don't worry, Lao Ding. Our swords and guns are only aimed at the Japanese!"

As an old Red Army soldier, Xing Zhiguo naturally had solid basic skills. Wouldn't it be easy for him to kill a few Japanese devils?

Next, it was naturally Wang Ming's turn. He took out a small dagger, gestured a few times, and made a cool pose.

"You, you, and you, all three of you, come at me together! I'm going to fight three of you!"

Wang Ming named three Japanese lieutenant commanders and started the speech with humiliation.

The three Japanese lieutenants looked at each other and smiled grimly.

"Yoshi, arrogant Chinese!"

"Let me show you the power of the Imperial Bushido!"

The three Japanese soldiers surrounded Wang Ming, then looked at each other and rushed towards Wang Ming, howling. Unexpectedly, Wang Ming put the dagger gently into his arms and took out a black pistol from his waist.

"Da da da!"

Three shots knocked down three Japanese devils.

Ding Wei, Kong Jie, Xing Zhiguo and everyone present were stunned by the three gunshots. They did not expect that Wang Ming did not play by the rules and directly resolved the battle with a gun.

Even Ishida Keio showed an expression of disbelief. He could never have imagined that the independent column would have such a talented person.

"Baga! You Chinese are all sinister and cunning villains! I didn't expect you to use such tricks in the duel arena! Despicable! Shameless!"

Wang Ming put the gun back into the holster, then picked up the three officer swords with ease.

"Old devil Ishida, are there any rules on what weapons to use in this duel?"

Ishida Keio's face became even uglier. He didn't expect that in the battle between life and death, there would be someone who would take advantage of this loophole.

"no!"