Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2102 Lao Mo risked his life!

"Hahaha! Little devils, grandpa is here to send you on your way."

Lao Mo laughed heartily, and his bold and uninhibited laughter was filled with an unspeakable joy!

He, Lao Mo, had killed countless people, but this was his first time killing a Japanese.

It can be said that people like Lao Mo have no sense of national honor.

He is a killer who makes a living by killing people.

He is indifferent to life, and he is even more indifferent to life.

In his eyes, there is no difference between the kid killing and their killing.

But for some reason, after starting the killing spree today, he actually felt that he was young again and had returned to that unruly era.

He will die after today, but he doesn't have the slightest fear, and is even a little excited.

Lao Mo's figure was like lightning, and at the moment when all the Japanese were looking at him, they were already approaching him.

He jumped up, and the dagger in his hand once again cut across the devil's neck like a silver bolt.

The Japanese had no time to react. He only felt his eyes blurred, and then felt a pain in his abdomen. When he looked down, he saw that his abdomen had been pierced with a dagger.

A Japanese officer roared angrily and struck at Lao Mo with his sword.

Seeing this, the other Japanese hurriedly raised his gun and shot.

The remaining light in the corner of Lao Mo's eyes spotted the Japs, and he deftly dodged the whizzing bullets with a flexible side roll.

The surrounding Japs were frightened by this sudden turn of events, but they quickly reacted and stabbed at Lao Mo with their weapons.

The Japanese officer screamed, his face instantly turned pale, he knelt down on the ground and clutched his abdomen, twisting his body in pain.

And at this time, this was a head-on fight. If Lao Mo had assassinated him, it would definitely be much easier than this.

Although this Japanese officer was brave, there was no comparison with a killer of Lao Mo's level.

This knife directly cut off the little devil's hamstring, and the devil instantly screamed and lay on the ground.

But at the same time, the little devil was completely angered by Lao Mo.

However, Lao Mo had anticipated all this. He nimbly avoided the assassinations of the two Japs, and while rolling forward to avoid the Japs' assassinations, he slashed the ankle of one Japs.

Lao Mo drew out his knife with his left hand to block the Japs' bayonet, then turned his body to the right to suppress the Japs' Type 360 rifle. With just a -degree turn, his dagger appeared at the Japs' neck.

Because he is good enough, and if he kills again, he will earn it.

Lao Mo turned slightly to the side, dodging the fatal blow with a dangerous posture. At the same time, he stabbed deeply into the Japanese's abdomen with a backhand knife.

Lao Mo originally planned to go up and make up for it, but unfortunately, the little devils were all well-trained, and the Type 38 rifle in their hands was like gangrene on the bones.

The dagger in his right hand was like a silver snake, avoiding the block of the Japanese spear at a tricky angle, and stabbed the Japanese's lower abdomen accurately and swiftly.

puff!

Blood was spilled, and the little devil didn't even let out a scream, so he covered his neck and fell down with difficulty.

"Hahaha!"

After killing two Japanese in a row and injuring one, Lao Mo burst out laughing.

The Japanese retreated in horror, but it was already too late.

There was only a flash of blood, and a stream of blood spurted out from the devil's neck. Then he fell heavily to the ground, twitched a few times and then stopped moving.

But at the same time, more Japanese soldiers gathered around, and the life-and-death killing became more and more intense. Lao Mo was holding a pair of daggers, and his movement was like a ghost. He moved left and right among the Japs, making the little Japs elusive. He narrowly avoided the Japs' assassinations several times, and immediately launched a counterattack.

Lao Mo was very lethal to the Japs, but the Japs outnumbered him dozens of times.

There is only one person in Lao Mo, but there are more than fifty Japs, and more Japs are coming here for support.

Wang Ke, Xiaoyu and others wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but a seven-man Japanese team from the other side came to support and blocked them directly.

Wang Ke held a gun and tried to fight the Japs out of the encirclement, but was shot in the arm and was shot back by the Japs.

And if the little devil hadn't wanted to capture him alive, I'm afraid Wang Ke would have been a dead man by now.

At the same time, Lao Mo was also injured. A Japanese kid stabbed his ribs with a bayonet, causing at least a three-inch wound.

The wound was not very deep, but it kept bleeding and affected Lao Mo's movements.

Therefore, Lao Mo's side is also full of dangers, and there is no chance for rescue.

At this time, Lao Mo could only lament that fate had played a trick on people. One step, just one step away, Wang Ke and others could break out.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a young man with a smile suddenly walked out of the alley.

He stood behind the devil, smiled and shouted: "Hey!"

The Japanese who were fighting turned back, but at this time, they were greeted by bullets.

Two shell guns, each loaded with 20 rounds.

The bullets flew out from the muzzle, following the trajectory of fate, and shot into the little devil's body one by one, as if they were destined.

Lao Mo took the opportunity to dodge to the side, although he didn't know who the other person was. But he didn't want to be buried with the little devil.

Hiding behind a telephone pole on the side of the road, the frightened Lao Mo was extremely shocked. Four or a few Japs were beaten by the other party alone.

After a little Japs was shot, the other Japs were not fools. Some of them picked up their bayonets and wanted to rush forward to fight with the other Japs, while some Japs were loading bullets into their guns.

The little devil has the habit of withdrawing the bullet when fighting with the bayonet.

The reason is that the little devil's bullets have extremely strong penetrating power, and the little devil's 38-type rifle is long. When using the gun to assassinate an opponent, there is a high probability of accidentally touching the trigger, resulting in a misfire and injuring one's own person. .

So the little Japanese who used the bayonet to eject the bullet did not believe in Bushido, but they had no choice. If you want to blame, you can only blame the designer of the Type 38 rifle. Why did they not consider the rifle misfiring when the bayonet was used when designing the gun? question.

Of course, this is all a thing for another day. At this time, the Japanese soldiers saw that their opponents had no martial ethics and shot at them, so they also put bullets in the guns.

It's a pity that their opponents did not intend to give them this opportunity. And he only shot each devil once.

At this time, the Japanese were either shot in the head or chest. Even if they did not die, they would still be seriously injured.

So there is no need for a second shot at all.

What's more, this time, Dragon Boat Festival is here to save people, not to kill Japanese.

Therefore, if a Japanese soldier is not dead, it only means that he is destined to be lucky.

Yes, the person who suddenly jumped out at this time was none other than Dragon Boat Festival.

Duanwu learned about the little devil's plan, why didn't he come and take a look?

That's why he took action in time, otherwise Lao Mo, Wang Ke and others might have to answer here today.

There was just one thing, Duanwu seemed a little embarrassed. He just bought a random set of clothes to disguise himself and hide his identity, but he didn't want to wear the same clothes as Wang Ke!