Invincible from the sword

Chapter 11 This person is too ruthless

The last ghost left was frightened and stupid.

The hand holding the gun was shaking.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Is this in front of you really a human?
In just a few seconds, his two ghost brothers were killed.

Not even a movement.

And it hurts to look at the way he died.

I can accept being stabbed to death with a knife, but being kicked to death is completely unacceptable to me.

The white brains on the ground are still steaming.

The devil is not dead yet, his body lying on the ground is still twitching.

It hurts to look at.

Don't look at this devil thinking a lot, in fact, it's just a blink of an eye.

After Zhang Lei kicked the devil to death, he grabbed the remaining devil's rifle with one hand.

Then go up is a kick.

A muffled sound.

The devil flew up like a soft-legged shrimp.

Fall out three meters away.

There was a big hole in the pants.

Before he could get up, the bayonet in Zhang Lei's hand arrived.

The bayonet pierced through Tianling Gaier.

Bleed all over the place.

The whole process was done in one go, and Zhang Lei killed the three devils in just five seconds.

The rest of the puppet army stayed.

The three imperial soldiers were killed just like that?

The puppet army in the machine gun position responded quickly and was about to shoot immediately.

The two veterans didn't give the puppet army a chance at all.

Clap two bullets hit the past.

The two puppet soldiers felt pain in their bodies, and then lay motionless on the ground.

By the time the remaining puppet soldier pushed away the corpse and pulled the bolt to shoot, Zhang Lei had already arrived.

Can't even use a knife.

He stepped on the puppet soldier's neck directly.

Gaba.

The bone scum came out of the meat.

This method of killing directly scared the few remaining puppet soldiers into stupidity.

For the puppet army, most people turned to the Japanese just to make a living.

Very timid.

Seeing that the three devils here are dead, the backbone is gone immediately.

Not to mention shooting, even the bolt could not be pulled.

A puppet soldier's mind turned quickly, and he threw the gun directly on the ground: "Grandpa, spare your life! Grandpa, spare your life!"

When the other puppet soldiers saw it, their eyes lit up immediately.

Yes!If I can't beat it, I can surrender!

Anyway, it's not the first time.

The most important thing is that it is impossible not to surrender!
I drop mom.

The person in front of him is too cruel.

Those three devils were killed in seconds without even using a gun.

They can't afford to provoke such a ruthless person.

Zhang Lei didn't bother to talk to these puppet soldiers. In his eyes, these puppet soldiers didn't even count as Mao'er.

The more than 20 captives are what Zhang Lei cares about.

"roll!"

Zhang Lei snorted coldly.

If the puppet soldiers were amnesty, they ran to the county town even rolling and crawling.

The heart almost jumped out.

A puppet soldier is obviously a novice, but he still wants to pick up a gun!
He was slapped by an experienced old puppet soldier next to him.

You stupid, pick up a fart gun!

Life is important.

Those twenty or so captives were yellow and emaciated, and their faces were disheveled.

Seeing Zhang Lei kill several enemies so cleanly, he was a little dazed.

One of them slapped himself with a slap, a little in disbelief.

I thought it was dazzled.

Zhang Lei also simply said: "I am Zhang Lei from the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army. If you want to follow me to kill devils, just follow me. If you don't want to, I won't stop you."

eight way?

More than 20 prisoners looked at each other.

That's right, in the current situation, the Eighth Route Army dared to take the initiative to attack.

One of the captives, a tall man, frowned and thought for a while, then raised his arms and said, "Sir, I fucked you."

Zhang Lei looked at the speaker, his eyes lit up.

OK, be bold.

Looking up and down at this big tall man, Zhang Lei was a little taken aback.

The man was wearing a khaki military uniform with blood on it.

Just a big head.

Unshaven.

What caught Zhang Lei's eye the most was that there were still a few dots on the guy's head.

This is a monk!

Zhang Lei's head exploded with a buzz.

This is Monk Wei?
But judging from the appearance, it doesn't look like it!

Monk Wei Dayong, Zhang Lei is no longer familiar with what he is familiar with.

It's different from the person in front of me.

Inside this bright sword, are there other monks?

Zhang Lei thought about it, it seems that there is no one?He wasn't too sure either.

But at this time, there is no time to think about these.

Let's take the person back first.

When you have time, ask slowly.

When the others saw it, it was all over the place, and they couldn't justify it if they didn't speak.

So he shouted and said that he would do eight ways.

The two veterans who watched grinned.

With this one move, the monitor directly created two classes!
After quickly cleaning the battlefield, Zhang Lei retreated with more than 20 people.

This time the harvest was great, much better than Zhang Lei expected.

Originally, Zhang Lei thought that half of them would be good.

But how to say, these more than 20 people used to belong to the Central Army, the direct line of the old man in Shancheng.

There is nothing to say about combat effectiveness.

They are all elite.

Although he became a prisoner, in the bottom of his heart, he didn't look down on other troops at all.

Monk Wei is a typical representative.

If it weren't for Li Yunlong's name, the monk wouldn't have stayed in the independent group.

The same is true now.

Zhang Lei originally thought that when these prisoners heard about the Eighth Route Army, they turned around and left.

More than 20 people, more than a dozen guns, and a light machine gun and a grenade.

In addition, there are two boxes of grenades and more than 500 rounds of ammunition.

For Zhang Lei, it is not too little.

After returning to the station, Zhang Lei settled these people down first, and then went to find Zhang Dabiao.

Now there are more than 20 more people, so he has to report anyway.

Also, registration is required.

These are all my own soldiers.

Zhang Dabiao of the company headquarters is thinking about how to train the troops.

The task given to him by the head of the regiment, Li Yunlong, was to restore the troops to combat effectiveness within three months.

The number of troops reached 300 people.

This put a lot of pressure on Zhang Dabiao.

Scaling the force from 100 to 300 in three months is no joke.

And it's not just a human problem. If you have people, you have to keep up with the equipment, right?
Second, there is the issue of logistical supplies.

This man eats horse chews, so he consumes a lot every day.

It is impossible to count on the regiment headquarters.

You have to figure it out yourself.

There is also the issue of combat effectiveness. Now the independent regiment has just lost a battle and its morale is low.

Especially his reinforced company.

He was beaten and maimed by the devil.

It left a certain psychological shadow on the soldiers.

If you don't fight a turnaround, it will be difficult to restore morale.

In the past few days, Zhang Dabiao has been pondering in front of the map to see if he can pick a soft persimmon and squeeze it.

No matter how high this is said, it is not as quick as hitting a few devils.

Zhang Dabiao started thinking about this matter as soon as he came to the enhanced company, but he never had a good target to start with.

Just worrying, Zhang Lei came.

(End of this chapter)