I rise from the sword

Chapter 62 No need to use weapons to deal with you
No one wanted to die, and the monk was no exception. Just as he was frowning and thinking about countermeasures, 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 he saw that the huge courtyard was already full of little devils, especially the 20 or so little devils wearing special steel helmets, which made him feel very difficult, and he couldn't help frowning again.

Seeing this, the bearded man asked, "Monk, what's the matter?"

"These little devils are very weird, and they have a heavy evil spirit!"

"Shame?"

The bearded man was taken aback.

"Yes! These little devils are very different from ordinary little devils. I'm afraid they all crawled out of the dead."

"And look at their standing posture, they look very stable!"

"Let's not talk about marksmanship, the skill of these little devils must be very difficult!"

This bearded man was called Hou Meng, and he belonged to the same regiment as the monk. He was a captain and company commander before he was captured.

That is the person who has no invincible opponent in the whole regiment.

Hearing what he said, Hou Meng frowned, and asked in a low voice, "Compared to you?"

"I didn't see these little devils make a move, so I'm not sure how deep they are."

"I guess I can only hit about 5!"

"Only 5?"

Hou Meng's face suddenly became ugly.

You know, with a monk's skills, even if he can't fight a small team against ordinary little devils, it is still no problem to fight 20 or so.

However, facing these little devils in front of him, he could only fight 5 of them.

Besides, are these little devils stupid enough not to shoot?

"Mengzi, this may be our last chance."

"No matter what, let's fight his mother's way. Even if we can't escape, it would be nice if we can pull a few little devils on our backs!"

"Ok!"

Hou Meng nodded, and there was a trace of determination in his eyes.

Afterwards, the two quickly turned their eyes to the field and observed the surrounding environment in order to look for opportunities.

……

On top of the hill.

The moment the monk walked out from the gate of the prison room, Yang Lin saw him.

There is no way, the monk looks so recognizable that it is difficult not to notice him.

"Monk, your boy is indeed here!"

The corner of Yang Lin's mouth rose slightly, and he ordered: "Everyone, get ready for battle immediately."

"One company, quickly rely on the surrounding terrain to move closer to the prisoner-of-war camp in front."

"Attention, unless it is absolutely necessary, try not to reveal your whereabouts!"

"Battle company, once the battle starts, you immediately take out the devil's machine gun positions and provide fire support to the company!"

"Remember, I want to kill all the little devils here, leaving no one behind!"

"Yes!"

Ma Gan and Zhao Yuting agreed with a bang, and left immediately.

……

The screen returns to the POW camp.

After all 113 prisoners of war came out of the detention room, Hideyoshi Yagyu stepped onto the high platform temporarily built with wood, looked at everyone and said arrogantly.

"The Chinese!"

"Hold your heads up!"

"Your Excellency, Major Fujiwara, said that he decided to give you a chance to live!"

"A group of three, as long as you can defeat any member of my Yamamoto Special Team, you can walk out of here alive!"

The stage was silent.

Seeing this, Ichiro Fujiwara immediately pushed away Hideyoshi Yagyu, and said contemptuously in broken Chinese: "Baga! You cowards, cowards, you don't deserve to be called soldiers at all!"

"Damn it!"

Hou Meng was impatient, he cursed viciously, and was about to rush forward.

The monk grabbed Hou Meng: "Mengzi, don't be impulsive!"

"Monk, let me go!"

Hou Meng lost his mind a little, he had had enough of being imprisoned for so long.

Right now, this little devil wants to trample on the last trace of his dignity as a soldier, how can he bear it?

At this moment, Fujiwara Ichiro on the stage noticed the two of them, a cold smile appeared on the corner of the old devil's mouth, pointed at the two of them and said: "You, and you, you two, find another People, stand up together!"

"If you want to prove yourself, then I will give you this chance!"

"Need not!"

"It's enough for me to deal with you little devils alone!"

The monk stopped Hou Meng, separated from the crowd and walked forward.

These little devils are very good at fighting skills, basically no one in the prisoner-of-war camp can beat them, not even Hou Meng.

Of course, it's not that Hou Meng's skills are not as good as the opponent's. It's that they can't eat well these days, they can't sleep well, and their physical strength is less than two-thirds of their heyday. How can they fight?
The monk intends to initiate a riot, so it is natural to stand up and defeat these arrogant little devils at this time to boost everyone's morale.

Otherwise, if you are timid before fighting, how can you riot?

"Yo Xi!"

Fujiwara Ichiro nodded, and said: "You can choose a weapon, a short knife, or a dagger!"

The monk proudly said: "No need!"

"China, you will pay for your arrogance!"

A bloodthirsty gleam flashed in Fujiwara Ichiro's eyes, and he pointed to the secret agent closest to the monk and shouted, "You! Come out!"

"and many more!"

Just as the secret service member echoed "Hayi" and wanted to go out, the monk pointed to Fujiwara Ichiro on the platform and interrupted: "Are you their chief?"

"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 came out, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly froze!
"Nani?"

"You want to fight me?"

Fujiwara Ichiro was slightly taken aback, he looked at the monk with a hint of disbelief on his face.

Although this guy was tall and burly, he didn't take him seriously.

Because fighting doesn't mean that he must be good because he is big, not to mention that the kung fu he practiced is used to kill people.

Yagyu Hideyoshi next to him wanted to curry favor with Ichiro Fujiwara, and immediately scolded him angrily, "Baga! What are you, you want to challenge Your Excellency Fujiwara!"

The monk directly ignored Yagyu Hideyoshi, and continued to point at Fujiwara Ichiro provocatively: "Why, little devil, are you afraid?"

"If you're afraid, you can ask a few helpers to go with you!"

"idiot!"

Fujiwara Ichiro walked down the high platform with a sullen face. He felt that he had been greatly humiliated. Looking at the monk's stern eyes, he had already announced the death penalty for him.

"bring it on!"

The monk hooked his palm and made another provocative gesture.

"idiot!"

Fujiwara Ichiro was provoked one after another, and was already extremely angry. He roared and threw three consecutive punches at the monk's position.

"Shut! Swish!"

The onlookers could even hear the piercing wind of punches!

But unfortunately, all these attacks were easily dodged by the monk with his flexible steps.

Fujiwara Ichiro's face became more and more angry. After he stabilized his figure, he switched to attacking with his legs.

One leg is connected to the other, flowing clouds and flowing water, in one go, and the position of each attack is different, there is a monk's lower body, waist, and head.

"Little devil, your legs are good!"

After the monk avoided Fujiwara Ichiro's attack, he smiled innocently and said, "It's a pity that your speed is not enough and your strength is too weak."

"Try mine now!"

Immediately afterwards, the monk's face changed suddenly, and he swept over with a fierce whip.

The monk dodged several attacks in succession, which made Fujiwara Ichiro feel a little uncomfortable, especially since the entire prisoner-of-war camp, including his subordinates, was watching the battle.

He made up his mind and took the monk's leg head-on.

"Crack!"

Muscles and bones intertwined, and there was a crisp bone cracking sound from Fujiwara Ichiro's calf.

The old devil only felt that his leg was not sweeping the opponent's leg, but more like sweeping an iron rod, which was solid.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing pain spread all over his body, making him unable to help but let out a miserable howl of "ah".

"Your Excellency Captain!"

"Your Excellency Captain!"

A group of special agents is about to step 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 angrily.

He would not allow anyone to intervene in a battle of dignity.

"what!"

Immediately, Fujiwara Ichiro let out a loud roar, and swung his fist again to take the initiative to attack.

But the more anxious you are, the bigger the flaws you will reveal.

Soon, the monk found the empty door and kicked Fujiwara Ichiro in the chest.

Fujiwara Ichiro only felt that his body was hit hard by a speeding locomotive, and his whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string!

"Wow!"

After falling to the ground, Fujiwara Ichiro held his chest, couldn't hold back, and spit out a big mouthful of blood.

"how can that be?"

Fujiwara Ichiro's face was full of shock, he never dreamed that he would lose to a Chinese man.

"boom!"

Almost at the same time, when everyone in the prisoner-of-war camp was focusing on this competition, a loud noise suddenly came from their ears.

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(End of this chapter)