Chapter 62: I don't need weapons to deal with you
No one wants to die, and the monk is no exception. Just as he frowned and thought about a solution, the bearded man tugged at the corner of his clothes.
Said: "Monk! Look at those little devils!"
The monk looked in the direction of his finger, but saw that the huge yard was already full of Japanese soldiers, especially the 20 or so Japanese soldiers wearing special steel helmets. He felt very unusual and couldn't help but frowning again.
Seeing this, the bearded man asked, "Monk, what's wrong?"
"These little devils are very strange, and they have a strong evil spirit!"
"Evil spirit?"
The bearded man was stunned.
"Yes! These little devils are very different from the ordinary little devils. I'm afraid they all crawled out of the pile of dead bodies."
"And look at the way they stand, they look very stable!"
"Not to mention their marksmanship, these devils' hand skills must be very impressive!"
The bearded man is called Hou Meng. He belongs to the same regiment as the monk and was a captain before being captured. He had known the monk for a long time and knew his kung fu.
He is the one who has no rivals in the entire group.
Hearing him say this, Hou Meng's brows furrowed. He lowered his voice and asked, "Compared with you?"
"I haven't seen these little devils take action, so I'm not sure how deep they are."
"I estimate I can only fight about 5!"
"You can only fight 5?"
Hou Meng's face suddenly turned ugly.
You know, with the monk's skills, even if he couldn't defeat a squad of ordinary Japanese devils, he should have no problem defeating 20 or so.
However, facing these Japanese devils in front of him, he could only beat 5 of them.
Besides, would these little Japanese devils be so stupid as not to shoot?
"Mengzi, this may be our last chance."
"No matter what, let's give it a damn fight. Even if we can't escape, it would be good to take a few Japanese with us!"
"Um!"
Hou Meng nodded, with a look of determination and ruthlessness in his eyes.
Then, the two quickly turned their eyes to the field, observing the surrounding environment in order to find opportunities.
…
On top of the mountain.
The moment the monk walked out of the holding room door, Yang Lin saw him.
There's no way, the monk is so recognizable that it's hard not to notice him.
"Monk, you are really here!"
Yang Lin raised his lips slightly, and then ordered: "Everyone, prepare for battle immediately."
"Company One, quickly move towards the POW camp ahead, relying on the surrounding terrain."
"Be careful, don't expose your whereabouts unless it is absolutely necessary!"
"Artillery Company, once the battle begins, you must immediately destroy the enemy's machine gun positions and provide fire support to the first company!"
"Remember, I'm going to kill all the devils here, leaving no one alive!"
"yes!"
Ma Gan and Zhao Yuting agreed loudly and left immediately.
…
The scene goes back to the prisoner-of-war camp.
After all 113 prisoners of war came out of the holding room, Yagyu Hideyoshi walked up to the temporary wooden platform, looked at everyone with a haughty look on his face and said.
"China!"
"Lift your heads!"
"Major Fujiwara said that he has decided to give you a chance to live!"
"Three people in a group, as long as you can defeat any member of my Yamamoto Special Forces, you can walk out of here alive!"
There was silence in the audience.
Upon seeing this, Fujiwara Ichiro immediately pushed away Yagyu Hideyoshi beside him and said contemptuously in broken Chinese: "Baga! You cowards, bastards, you don't deserve to be called soldiers!"
"Damn it!"
Hou Meng was an impatient man. He cursed viciously and prepared to rush forward.
The monk grabbed Hou Meng and said, "Mengzi, don't be impulsive!"
"Monk, let me go!"
Hou Meng had somewhat lost his mind. He had been detained for so long that he had had enough.
Now this little Japanese devil wanted to trample on the last bit of his dignity as a soldier. How could he tolerate this?
At this moment, Fujiwara Ichiro on the stage noticed the two of them. The old devil smiled coldly and pointed at them and said, "You, and you, the two of you, find another person and stand up together!"
"You want to prove yourself, then I'll give you this opportunity!"
"Need not!"
"I am enough to deal with you little devils by myself!"
The monk stopped Hou Meng, pushed through the crowd and walked forward.
These Japanese devils were all very skilled and basically no one in the POW camp could beat them, not even Hou Meng.
Of course, it’s not that Hou Meng’s skills are inferior to the others. It’s just that they haven’t eaten or slept well these days, and their physical strength is less than two-thirds of what it was in their prime. How can they fight?
The monks intend to start a riot, so it is natural to stand up and defeat these arrogant Japanese devils at this time to boost everyone's morale.
Otherwise, how can we revolt if we are afraid before the battle?
"Yoshi!"
Fujiwara Ichiro nodded and said, "You can choose a weapon, a short sword or a dagger!"
The monk said proudly: "No need!"
"Chinaman, you will pay the price for your arrogance!"
A bloodthirsty light flashed in Fujiwara Ichiro's eyes. He pointed at the agent closest to the monk and shouted, "You! Get out of line!"
"etc!"
Just as the special agent said "Hai" and was about to leave, the monk pointed at Fujiwara Ichiro on the stage and interrupted, "You are their superior, right?"
"I think your kung fu should be the best here."
"I want to fight you. Do you dare to accept my challenge?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly froze!
"What?"
"You want to fight me?"
Fujiwara Ichiro was slightly stunned. He looked at the monk with a hint of disbelief on his face.
Although this guy was tall and strong, he did not take him seriously.
Because in a fight, being tall doesn't necessarily mean you're good, not to mention that the kung fu he practiced is for killing people.
Yagyu Hideyoshi, who was standing next to him, wanted to please Fujiwara Ichiro, so he immediately shouted angrily: "Baka! Who do you think you are? You actually want to challenge Lord Fujiwara!"
The monk ignored Yagyu Hideyoshi and continued to point at Fujiwara Ichiro and challenged him: "What, little devil, are you scared?"
"If you're scared, you can call a few helpers to help you!"
"idiot!"
Fujiwara Ichiro walked down the platform with a gloomy face. He felt that he had been extremely humiliated. The fierce look he gave the monk seemed to indicate his death sentence.
"bring it on!"
The monk hooked his palm and made another provocative gesture.
"idiot!"
Fujiwara Ichiro was provoked repeatedly and was extremely angry. He roared and threw three consecutive punches at the monk's position.
“Swish! Swish!”
The people watching could even hear the sharp sound of punches!
But unfortunately, the monk easily dodged all these attacks with his nimble steps.
Fujiwara Ichiro's face became more and more angry. After he stabilized his body, he switched to leg attack.
One kick followed another smoothly and seamlessly, and each time the attack position was different, including the monk's lower body, waist, and head.
"Little devil, your kicking skills are pretty good!"
After dodging Fujiwara Ichiro's attack, the monk smiled innocently and said, "It's a pity that your speed is not enough and your strength is too weak."
"Now try mine!"
Immediately afterwards, the monk's face suddenly changed and he kicked forward with a whip.
The monk dodged several attacks in a row, which made Fujiwara Ichiro feel embarrassed, especially since the entire prisoner-of-war camp, including his subordinates, were watching this battle.
He hardened his heart and took the monk's kick head-on.
“Crack!”
When the tendons and bones met, a crisp sound of bone cracking came from Fujiwara Ichiro's calf.
The old Japanese soldier only felt that his kick did not hit the opponent's leg, but more like it hit an iron rod, a solid one at that.
Immediately afterwards, a piercing pain spread throughout his body, making him unable to help but let out a painful howl.
"Captain!"
"Captain!"
A group of special agents were about to move forward.
"Baga! Don't move!"
Fujiwara Ichiro endured the severe pain, he struggled to stand up, and looked at the monk in front of him with an angry face.
This is a battle of dignity, and he won't allow anyone to interfere.
"ah!"
Then, Fujiwara Ichiro roared and swung his fist again to attack.
But the more anxious you are, the bigger the flaw will be.
Soon, the monk found an open door and kicked Fujiwara Ichiro in the chest.
Fujiwara Ichiro only felt that his body was hit hard by a speeding locomotive, and he flew backwards like a kite with a broken string!
"Wow!"
After falling to the ground, Fujiwara Ichiro covered his chest with his hands and couldn't help but spit out a large mouthful of blood.
"How can this be?"
Fujiwara Ichiro's face was filled with horror. He had never dreamed that he would be defeated by a Chinese.
"boom!"
Almost at the same time, when everyone in the prisoner-of-war camp focused their attention on this competition, a loud noise suddenly came to their ears.
