roccoschili Chapter 43 Using You as Practice
Chapter 43 Using You as Practice
Just as the three were discussing, the bespectacled Japanese translator from the pillbox came over.
The translator glanced at the group and said, "There's nothing more for you to do here. You can leave now."
Zhang Shan gave Zhou Huaiqi a look, and Zhou Huaiqi said, "Brother, I haven't taken my things yet, let's wait a little longer."
The translator didn't answer, his eyes constantly scanning Zhang Shan and the others, a feeling telling him that something bad was going to happen tonight...
Let's talk about Sakurai Takeshi and the others.
Sakurai Takeshi was exceptionally happy today. He had no interest in the food Zhou Huaiqi brought, but preferred to drink sake brewed in his hometown with Captains Haruka and Yamaguchi.
There was very little meat on the table, but the soldiers wolfed it down.
Captain Haruka remarked, "Sakurai-kun, it's been two years since we came to the Chinese battlefield. I never expected to be able to drink sake from my hometown here again. It reminds me of Kikumasamune from Kobe. Thank you so much for your hospitality today."
Sakurai Takeshi laughed and said, "Yes, once the war is over, we should go home and see the cherry blossoms on Mount Fuji and taste the beef from Kobe."
Captain Yamaguchi said, "It's almost here. Our army has already occupied most of China. The Japanese Empire is at its peak. Taking over the Chinese government is just around the corner."
The three of them drank heartily before parting, and were very happy.
Just then, two soldiers at the next table suddenly made strange noises.
At the same time, all the soldiers around him clutched their chests, their bodies convulsing, foaming at the mouth and rolling their eyes.
"What?!"
The three officers were taken aback.
At this moment, Zhang Shan and the others realized that the drug had taken effect. He and Wang Xikui took the opportunity to quickly sneak into the pillbox.
The Japanese interpreter was stunned. This was the Eighth Route Army guerrilla force?!
Wang Gensheng reached to his waist and brandished a bayonet. He then pointed the bayonet at the Japanese interpreter and sneered, "Damn it, I'll take you home."
The Japanese interpreter was so frightened that sweat beaded on his forehead and his body trembled. He whispered, "Eighth Master, Eighth Master, spare my life! I am Chinese, a compatriot, a fellow countryman!"
"Compatriots?" Wang Gensheng raised an eyebrow. "Damn it, then why did you become a traitor for the Japanese?"
"I……"
Snapped!
Without hesitation, Wang Gensheng knocked him unconscious with a single punch.
Sakurai Takeshi noticed and immediately stood up: "Baka! What kind of work is this?!"
As he spoke, he reached for his gun to fire.
But before he could pull the trigger, a sharp bayonet pierced his arm, and blood flowed down his face.
Sakurai Takeshi let out a wail and turned around to see Wang Gensheng looking at him indifferently.
Wang Gensheng was a celebrity in the Independent Regiment. It is said that he developed excellent arm strength and high precision by hunting in the mountains when he was young.
After joining the army, he was the most accurate grenade thrower in the entire regiment, and he could throw it a great distance. He could throw it 70 or 80 meters in one go, and his limit was more than 90 meters.
At close range, he can also wield a knife and has a deadly assassination technique.
Like it is now.
If Wang Gensheng hadn't been afraid of him shooting, that bayonet could have pierced Sakurai Takeshi's neck in an instant.
"Baka!"
Sakurai Takeshi realized that this guy was an anti-Japanese element.
Wang Gensheng pulled out a bayonet from his waist and sneered, "Damn it, I'm sending you home today."
He immediately threw his bayonet again.
Sakurai So was, after all, a champion swordsman. Ignoring the wound on his arm, he swung his sword to parry, and with a clang, the bayonet fell to the ground.
At the same time, Haru and the two captains from Yamaguchi also stood up.
They wanted to draw their guns and attack, but found that their internal organs felt like they were being eaten away by a swarm of ants. Their throats felt hot, and they spat out a mouthful of white foam.
"What?!" Sakurai Takeshi exclaimed in shock.
He realized that his subordinates had been poisoned after eating the roast chicken and wine brought by Zhou Huaiqi!
Inside the pillbox, a series of crackling sounds came from within, and Sakurai So immediately sensed something was wrong.
At the same time, Zhang Dabiao and his men outside the pillbox also made their move, with the soldiers swarming forward and heading straight for the pillbox.
Although the searchlight on the pillbox had a wide field of vision, the sentries in front of the gate had already been taken down by Zhang Dabiao's advance in the dark, and with the Japanese soldiers outside falling to the ground one after another, the searchlight on the pillbox didn't notice anything at all.
Zhang Dabiao was surprised to find that, wow, he thought they would have to force their way into the pillbox, but they had sneaked in so easily.
Wang Yousheng and his recruits followed closely behind, and the two groups rushed into the base of the pillbox.
At the same time, the searchlight on the pillbox suddenly swept towards the group. Just as Zhang Dabiao was about to fire, he noticed someone waving from above.
Wang Xikui and Zhang Shan succeeded!
There were only two Japanese soldiers in the pillbox, and the two of them took care of them all.
Sakurai Takeshi was instantly surrounded by warriors. At this moment, he only had a sword in his hand and glared angrily at the crowd in front of him.
Zhang Dabiao chuckled and was about to step forward to strike with his knife.
But Wang Yousheng stepped forward to stop him, saying, "There's only one Japanese soldier left, and he's unarmed. Why not use him as practice?"
"What do you mean?"
"The recruits in basic training haven't seen actual combat yet..."
"Okay, I understand!"
Zhang Dabiao immediately understood, and then he ordered, "Company One, clean up the battlefield."
Wang Yousheng immediately waved: "You recruits, come up here for real combat!"
"What?!"
When Sakurai was surrounded by dozens of new recruits, he became enraged.
The Eighth Route Army actually wanted to use him for sword practice?
The fall of the pillbox was inevitable, and he couldn't bear to be humiliated like this by the Eighth Route Army before he died.
Sakurai Takeshi's right hand was injured and still bleeding. He clearly felt that he couldn't use his right hand, so he held the knife with both hands and looked at the recruits.
Seeing this, Wang Yousheng knew the Japanese soldier was doomed. He said, "First group of new recruits, three of you go at once. Don't kill him. If you can't hold him off, retreat. Don't be reckless!"
"yes!"
Three men stepped forward in the recruit training camp.
They're holding real weapons now, Hanyang rifles, with bayonets sharpened to a gleaming edge!
As usual, three soldiers approached Sakurai Takeshi with bayonets raised, just like in their training.
Real combat is real combat, and the soldiers' hatred for the Japanese invaders was irreconcilable.
The three warriors attacked repeatedly, and although they had not yet managed to pierce Sakurai Takeshi, they did not back down at all.
Sakurai was panicked; he felt he couldn't unleash his full potential because of his injured hand.
At the same time, he felt that the Eighth Route Army's bayonet technique was significantly different from the Eighth Route Army he had encountered before!
However, he was more experienced after all. Taking advantage of a soldier's momentary lapse in time to parry, he suddenly drew his sword and slashed down vertically.
Clang!
However, a large sword blocked Sakurai So's sword.
"Um?"
Sakurai Takeshi glanced over and saw Wang Yousheng looking at him with a wicked grin.
How could Wang Yousheng possibly let him hurt his soldiers? With so many people surrounding him, killing him would be too easy.
He kept observing from all sides, and whenever he saw Sakurai Takeshi do something to the warriors, he would intervene and then continue watching.
Sakurai was so angry he was practically fuming. He turned and charged at Wang Yousheng, but Wang Yousheng wasn't going to play along and ordered the second group of recruits to continue.
This process, repeated repeatedly, not only allowed the new recruits to gain practical experience but also squeezed the last drop of value out of the Japanese officers.