Bright sword: the rise from the escrow quilt factory

Chapter 166 The Weird Devil Soldier
"What's going on! Where is the voice coming from?" Iris Isao changed accordingly, just about to stand up and command the battle, but then he felt a sharp cramping pain in his abdomen.

"Hiss..." Iris Isao was sweating from the pain, and sat down on the ammunition box.

"Si...Your Excellency, Commander, are you okay!"

The devil's remnant soldiers hurriedly surrounded Iris Isao, asking with a concerned tone.

"No...leave me alone, hurry up! Get ready to fight! Quick!" Iris Isao endured the pain and gave the order to fight.

Iris Isao gave an order.

The ghost soldiers spread out in all directions with the [-] cover in their hands, and staggered towards the direction of the sound.

Subsequently.

Iris Isao also took out his own gun and followed behind the team.

……

The first battalion of soldiers had already rushed outside the camp of the Japanese brigade and regiment, and fought with the remnants of the devils who ran out from inside.

How much fighting power does the little devil who has lost half his life have?

Usually they are very accurate marksmanship, but now they can only use random marksmanship, they themselves don't know where the bullet hit.

The soldiers of the first battalion surrounded the gang of little devils without any effort, and began to call the gang of little devils one by one.

And halfway through the fight, the little devil started to have diarrhea again. There was a wolf-like Eighth Route Army in front of him, and it would definitely be too late to retreat back.

In desperation, the little devil took off his pants and lay on the ground, shooting while solving his physical problems.

The little devils who were originally glorious were very embarrassed at this time. The [-] caps in their hands had no suppressive power at all when facing the submachine guns in the hands of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

On the contrary, the little devil who was fighting back in the position was so suppressed by the submachine gun in the hands of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army that he couldn't raise his head at all.

What frightened them even more was that they couldn't determine where the enemy was at all. There was a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere, and the bullets seemed to appear out of thin air.

The hot submachine gun bullets formed a dense barrage of firepower, suppressing the devil's attack.

a time.

The whole field was full of gunshots.

The counterattack from the devil's position is getting weaker and weaker, and many little devils have already cried out. When have they ever seen such a battle, they lay on the ground and trembled with their heads in their hands.

Due to the double suppression both psychologically and physically, these little devils who were beaten had no temper at all, and Zhang Dabiao quickly led the soldiers to suppress them.

"Kill!"

"rush!"

"Fuck these little devils to death!"

"Brothers, kill! Let these little devils taste our power!"

……

Hundreds of Eighth Route Army soldiers got up from the ground one after another. Like tigers coming out of the mountain, the Eighth Route Army soldiers poured bullets forward with their submachine guns in hand.

The battalion bugleman stood on the stone and blew the charge horn.

The resounding sound of the horn immediately resounded over the land, and it did not dissipate for a long time.

The ghost soldiers were startled when they heard the sound of the charging horn coming from their ears, like frightened ostriches, they buried their heads on the ground, revealing their white buttocks.

But God obviously wouldn't take care of them. After the first battalion of soldiers rushed up, they shot up whether they were dead or alive.

The head of the 36th Division, Isamu Isao, saw that things were not going well. He picked up a suit of ordinary Japanese military uniform from somewhere and put it on his body indiscriminately. He had already started playing dead mode.

No matter how hot you are playing, I won't move.

Listening to the gradually dissipating gunshots, Iris Isao also began to pray in his heart, hoping that they could leave here as soon as possible.

In order to worry about being searched, Iris Isao did not carry any equipment on his body. When changing clothes, he did not forget to shoot at the clothes.

With the help of a dead body, the muzzle of the gun was dyed red, just to get away with it.

but…

God's favor for him can only stop here.

After giving the order to clean up the battlefield, Li Yunlong sat down on a stone next to Iris Isao.

This made Iris Isao, who was about to wait for an opportunity to retreat, secretly say something bad.

I don't know how long it took.

Just when Iris Yuo and others were falling asleep.

"Head, I'm back!" Zhang Dabiao smiled and said, "We have achieved a good result this time, with a major general and a few senior commanders."

As he said that, Zhang Dabiao handed over the captured saber to Li Yunlong as if asking for credit.

"Come on, sit down!" Li Yunlong patted the stone beside him, and took the saber casually.

After counting carefully, I found something was wrong.

Why is there an extra saber here?

Judging by the appearance of this saber, it is much more luxurious than the brigade commander's. It is obviously a lieutenant general's sword, at least it must be a devil at the division level.

"Da Biao, have you seen the ghost with two stars on his shoulder?" Li Yunlong asked.

Zhang Dabiao was already sitting beside Li Yunlong, then he stepped on a hand and shook his head: "No, we have already gone to see it.

The biggest official there is a major general. I still wonder why a devil major general is equipped with two sabers. "

"Haha! Da Biao, it's not that the devil has an extra saber, but a big fish inside." Li Yunlong said excitedly.

"Since his body was not found, it proves one thing, this devil must still be alive! And it is very likely that he is a lieutenant general."

"What? Lieutenant General?" Zhang Dabiao stood up excitedly, and couldn't help exerting some strength on his feet.

Originally, what I was taught to step on was the corpse of a Japanese soldier, a corpse of a devil, so what if I stepped on it twice?
But what surprised Zhang Dabiao was that the devil soldiers under his feet could still scream.

"what!"

Because of Zhang Dabiao's sudden force, Isamu Isao, whose palm had been stepped on all the time, couldn't bear it any longer, jumped up from the ground and yelled.

"Damn it! Who is it!" Zhang Dabiao was also taken aback by the sudden cry.

Looking at the little devil who 'resurrected from the dead' in front of him, Zhang Dabiao was completely dumbfounded, and turned to look at Li Yunlong: "Leader, the little devil cheated on his corpse!"

After finishing speaking, he picked up the submachine gun, opened the safety, and wanted to shoot the devil in front of him.

"Don't...don't kill me..." Iris Isao jumped in shock.

Fortunately, he had also studied Chinese for a period of time before, and begged for mercy.

"Wait, Dabiao." Li Yunlong stretched out his hand to stop Zhang Dabiao.

Originally, it was fine to beat this Japanese army, but at worst, when the intelligence was collected afterwards, no one in this team could figure out who it was.

But now that he has a tongue, it doesn't hurt to ask him.

"Which department do you belong to?" Li Yunlong looked coldly at the little devil in front of him.

Yuanwei Yongfu's eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to look directly at Li Yunlong, for fear that Li Yunlong would find out his identity.

As a division commander, he shouldn't be like this, but he was so delirious from the cramping pain in his abdomen that he said these words out of nowhere.

(End of this chapter)