Chapter 42: Grabbing the Gun
Wei Dayong was captured, but his injuries were not serious. He had no broken bones, but was just knocked unconscious by the artillery shell.
He has almost recovered these days, otherwise the Japanese would not have kept him.
When I heard the Japanese shouting, I knew that there would be a result today.
Why are these strong and powerful people who look tough to deal with called here?
Those who looked thin and had no sense of resistance had long been transported to various places to do hard labor and mine.
Everyone present here has anticipated this day and has been mentally prepared to some extent, but they just don’t know what they will face.
Wei Dayong did not walk in front or behind. He walked among all the prisoners of war so as not to attract attention.
Without raising his head, he just glanced left and right, and then when no one was paying attention, he glanced behind him.
There were not many Japanese soldiers on guard, maybe about twenty of them standing by!
There was a Type 92 heavy machine gun on the highest turret, and there were four Japanese soldiers at that machine gun position.
(The Type 92 heavy machine gun requires at least four people to operate. Someone has to oil the bullets, someone has to deliver the bullets, and someone has to load the bullets.
Of course, if you want to move on the battlefield, you need at least seven or eight people, or even ten.)
After looking at the people on the sidelines, Wei Dayong felt that these people were ordinary. If they wanted to find a way to escape from prison, they would have a chance.
As for those high walls with wire mesh, it is not difficult to climb over them as long as there is no electricity.
hiss!
At this time, the prisoners stopped and he noticed that there were three rows of more than twenty Japanese soldiers standing in front of him, which was very strange.
It feels like these devils have such different temperaments that they don't seem to be from the same unit.
But they were all wearing the same outfit, an outfit that had never been seen before. They had matte steel helmets on their heads and combat vests on their bodies. It looked like there was something padding inside the combat vests. Could it be steel plates?
In his hand he was holding what looked like a German-made submachine gun, and he had a short knife on his waist.
These three rows of strangely equipped Japanese soldiers are now listening to a lecture from an officer, who is also equipped with the same equipment.
I couldn't tell what he was saying, but after he finished talking, he turned around and looked at the prisoners.
The officer looked at the prisoners carefully and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good! You are very strong, but now you can only be locked up here like dogs. Maybe one day you will be killed by us.
You, do you want freedom?"
Then he reached out and pulled out the dagger at his waist and threw it at the prisoners, and then he pulled out two more from his soldiers' waists and threw them at them.
"Now, pick up three of you, pick up the daggers on the ground, and attack one of our soldiers.
As long as you can defeat him, I will set you free!"
The interpreter next to him immediately repeated what he had said to the prisoners of war.
The prisoners were a little moved when they heard this. Suddenly someone stood up and picked up the dagger on the ground: "We are still short of two. If there are any brothers who are not afraid of death, come with me.
Try your best, maybe there is still a chance! "
The Japanese officer randomly called a man behind him, put down his weapons and equipment, walked up to the prisoner who had the courage to stand up with his bare hands, and said, "Two more!"
Wei Dayong didn't want to stand out at first. He wanted to see if this prisoner who stood out could really be released if the battle was won.
If possible, it won't be too late for him to stand up.
Suddenly, he seemed to see something different out of the corner of his eye.
A man went up to the gun tower and just broke the neck of an ammunition handler. Then he reached out to the one who was oiling the bullets...
Wei Dayong quickly glanced around and found that there was only that man, but that man had successfully killed four machine gunners and ammunition handlers, and was moving the muzzle of the gun towards the three rows of strange Japanese devils not far in front of him.
At this time, the prisoner who stood up first had found two helpers and immediately attacked the enemy in front of him.
The three prisoners seemed to have practiced some techniques and were able to use the daggers in a certain way.
But unfortunately, the opponent was no pushover and it only took him three moves to kill all three prisoners.
hiss!
All the prisoners present who could see clearly gasped, and no one was willing to step forward and take action.
The Japanese officer stood up again and said: "Is there no one who has the courage to come out and try?
Are you soldiers?
I don’t think so!
You are all just a bunch of cowards..."
Wei Dayong squeezed out: "I'll do it!"
He stared at the pistol on the Japanese officer's waist. He thought that the man on the turret who had killed four machine gunners and ammunition handlers of the heavy machine gun was waiting for an opportunity.
If the man on the artillery tower attacked the Japanese army, he would feel more at ease because he had a gun in his hand.
"Are you alone?" the Japanese officer said, "You can find two helpers!"
"No need, I can kill you by myself!" Wei Dayong said in a buzzing voice.
"Very good! Koizumi, come out and compete with him..." The Japanese officer pointed at a subordinate and wanted him to come out and compete with Wei Dayong.
"I'm not fighting with him, I'm fighting with you!" Wei Dayong said with a cold snort.
"Fight with me? I admire your courage. Fine, I will fight you. You can use the short knife."
The Japanese officer was very confident. Although the prisoner in front of him was tall, cows were also tall. He was just food for lions and tigers!
"You should take this knife back to cut your nails! I can fight you with my bare hands!"
Wei Dayong disdained the opponent's dagger. He saw that the man on the turret had already loaded bullets into the heavy machine gun. He had to grab the pistol on the Japanese officer's waist as soon as possible, otherwise if a fight broke out, he would be unsure without a weapon in his hand.
They were anxious and became even more anxious when they started fighting. The Japanese officers used deadly moves, which were very vicious and hit the vital points every time.
Wei Dayong took a step back to avoid the attack, then stretched out his hand and wrapped it around the opponent's arm. He put his other hand on the opponent's chin, grabbed it and pulled it, and with a click, he broke the opponent's cervical vertebrae.
Then he held the other person tightly with his hand, blocked him in front of him, and reached for the pistol on his waist with his right hand, loaded it with one hand, and raised his hand to shoot the nearest Japanese soldier in the face.
"Grab the gun!" Wei Dayong shouted, and the prisoners who were about to flee realized that no matter how fast they ran, they could not outrun the gun, so they might as well grab the gun.
At this moment, the Type 92 heavy machine gun on the turret spewed out flames, and the sickle-like bullets cut towards the new Japanese special forces who were just about to react.
In an open area, no matter you are an ordinary person, a veteran, or a newly promoted special forces soldier transferred back from the front line, you cannot avoid the heavy machine gun fire unless the opponent can't shoot accurately.
But it was obvious that the man on the turret could not miss the target, especially the three rows of newly recruited special forces soldiers of the Japanese army who were standing in a line and had not yet had time to disperse.
They were all mowed down like cutting wheat. At this time, the Japanese guards in the prisoner-of-war camp who were on alert around them finally reacted, but it was too late!
"What are you waiting for... go grab the gun!" Wei Dayong shouted again and rushed towards the new Japanese special forces soldier who was knocked to the ground, aiming at the submachine gun and magazine on his body.
The heavy machine gun on the turret was reloaded with bullets, and bullets rained down again.
