Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

The boat was shaking too much, and Duanwu tried several times but could only jump up to a height of more than three meters, and was still nearly one and a half meters away from the side of the boat.

This is obviously not possible.

The soldiers on the side were a little discouraged.

Although Leader Ye has amazing jumping ability and can jump more than three meters high, this is obviously not enough.

But Duanwu had no intention of giving up. After several failures, he had found some tricks.

The boat was narrow and could not bear the force, so he could only use it slightly to gain support.

His master once told him that according to legend, in an even more distant time, there were martial arts masters who could cross rivers by walking on duckweed.

Although Duanwu had not received any guidance from a master, he wanted to give it a try.

He stood with his feet at the front of the boat, feeling the rise and fall of the waves.

The guerrilla fighter who was in charge of the boat was trying to stabilize the boat, but Duanwu said, "Don't worry about him."

The guerrilla fighter in charge of the boat was stunned for a moment, but immediately stopped what he was doing.

This is out of trust in Leader Ye.

Duanwu closed his eyes, his body rising and falling with the surging sea water, as if his body had merged into one with the waves.

At this time, Duanwu had already entered a state of ecstasy. If his master Dizang were here, he would definitely be very surprised that his disciple could enter into meditation so quickly. Even he himself might not have been able to do that back then.

Of course, Duanwu didn’t know that he had entered a state of meditation. He just wanted to make his body adapt to the waves, and then use the power of the waves to jump onto the Japanese warship.

After a long time, Duanwu suddenly opened his eyes, and at the lowest point of the waves, he slightly bent his legs and pressed down the boat.

The boat had sunk slightly as it approached Duanwu, and the soldier at the helm was unstable, but he still tried to hold on. For some reason, he felt that this time Leader Ye could do it.

However, the boat's tilt angle was already very large, at least thirty degrees, and the cabin was slippery, so the soldier in charge of the boat was involuntarily sliding towards the direction where Duanwu was.

The soldier in charge of the boat cried out inwardly that something was wrong, but at this moment, the waves came and the boat began to be pushed upwards.

Duanwu felt the push and gradually relaxed his legs, allowing his body to float with the waves.

And just when the waves pushed Duanwu's body to the highest point, Duanwu suddenly jumped up, and the whole person flew up like a big bird.

The soldiers in charge of the ship were all stunned, even Duanwu.

He felt like he was really a bird, as if the air was supporting his body as it continued to rise.

This feeling is so wonderful, it is an indescribable feeling.

Of course, Duanwu was not too excited. After his feet had passed the side of the ship, he shot diagonally onto the deck like a sharp arrow.

The Japs were all on the other side of the ship and were not on guard at all.

They did not seem to have thought that the enemy would attack the warship. They were simply using searchlights to scan the northern coast, on guard against the guerrillas using small boats to launch a waterway to break through.

But they didn't know that their enemies had already circled around behind them and arrived on the boat.

But Duanwu was not in a hurry to take action. He wanted to investigate the troop deployment on the ship and determine the number of people on board.

Soon, Duanwu locked onto a target, a Japanese soldier, who came around the front of the cabin and no one knew what he was going to do.

Duanwu hid behind the turret. The moment the Japanese soldier passed by him, Duanwu stood up and twisted his neck from behind.

The movements were smooth and clean. The Japanese soldier didn't even have time to react before he fell down weakly.

Duanwu dragged the Japanese corpse behind the turret, then quickly stripped off his clothes and put them on himself.

This devil was not a high-ranking official, just a sergeant. But this was just right for Duanwu to hide his identity.

Duanwu changed his clothes and placed the devil's body behind the turret.

Originally, Duanwu wanted to throw the Japanese corpses off the boat.

But he thought again and again that if he threw the Japanese off the boat, there would be a loud noise of falling into the water, so it would be better to keep him behind the turret.

After doing all this, Duanwu came out from behind the turret and entered the Japanese cabin in full view of everyone.

As soon as I entered the cabin, a pungent smell hit me.

The smell is like the smell of stinky feet combined with the smell of diesel. I don’t know how the Japanese can stay in such an environment.

But it's also true that the Japanese have a strong ability to adapt. Not to mention a mere smell, they can even withstand radiation.

As Duanwu walked into the narrow cabin, he heard the Japanese singing like a duck's voice.

And the further you go in, the stronger the smell of smoke becomes.

Even though I smoked during the Duanwu Festival, I still felt a headache from the smoke.

We passed by more than a dozen Japanese dormitories. Except for a few where there was no sound, the sound of the Japanese playing cards could be heard in many of the dormitories.

Duanwu walked to the end and was about to go up the stairs to have a look. Up there was the devil's cabin, and Duanwu was considering whether he could leave a few devil drivers to help Ma Ping'an drive the warship.

Ma Ping'an was right. It would take more than just one or two people to move such a large warship.

Therefore, Duanwu also considered killing all the Japanese fighters and retaining some of the smarter ones. In this way, he could use the Japanese's power to start the Japanese ship just like when he broke out from Shanghai.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, two Japanese soldiers were walking down from the top of the stairs.

One of them was a major and the other was also a sergeant.

When Duanwu saw the two people, he not only stepped aside, but also bowed slightly.

But at this moment, the sergeant looked at Duanwu in surprise and asked, "You look unfamiliar. Which squad are you from?"

Duanwu replied calmly in Japanese: "Sir, I'm new here and serving in the second squad."

The sergeant laughed and said, "He is indeed a new recruit. He doesn't even know what his squad is."

But the Japanese lieutenant colonel was very alert. He looked at Duanwu's rank and asked, "How can a sergeant like you be a new recruit? Who are you?"

Duanwu smiled slightly: "Kill your people!"

Duanwu suddenly lowered his right hand, and a sharp dagger fell into his hand and stabbed into the throat of the Japanese sergeant closest to him.

The reason why Duanwu chose to stab here was naturally because he didn't want him to scream.

Moreover, the Japanese soldiers during World War II were short, but this is not an insult to them, because they were really short.

Duanwu was standing one step lower than the Japanese soldier, but when he swung his knife into the Japanese soldier's throat, it was almost a straight stab.

In other words, the Japanese were only a little over 1.5 meters tall.

At this time, another Japanese major would not sit idly by and wait for death when he saw his subordinates being killed. He drew his gun and prepared to issue a warning.

But Duanwu was much faster than him. He grabbed the opponent's belt and threw him down the stairs.

Caught off guard, the Japanese officer hit the ground face first and fainted on the spot.

But even so, the noise of the Japanese officer falling to the ground was so loud that it alarmed the Japanese soldiers in a nearby dormitory! (End of this chapter)