Temporary workers in the war

In fact, the moment Feng Quan ordered the car to stop, the clansmen following Feng Quan who were about to move to the Zhongtiaoshan base turned pale with shock.Where have they seen this battle bird after digging in the soil all day, good guy!

240 strong men jumped out of the car and climbed to the commanding heights in less than 5 minutes. After quickly removing the parts of the pm1938 heavy mortar on their backs, the assembly was completed within 1 minute.Holding such a heavy iron block is like a hoe in the hands of a farmer, or like an embroidery needle in a woman's hand. Why is it swollen?Are you not tired?

Two hundred teams, 240 people, although the number is not large, it is obvious that everyone is extremely capable, and a dozen or so people may not be able to beat any of them.

Except for the box cannon and the Mauser 98k rifle, the people in the hand have never seen the mg-34 general-purpose machine gun and the m2 large-caliber Browning heavy machine gun. However, for the pm1938 heavy mortar, the smart people are Can vaguely recognize its purpose, have you never eaten pork, haven't you seen a pig run?Before the fall of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, those old antique cannons were bigger than this one.

Li Zhifeng, the centurion chief of the reconnaissance detachment, was as careful as a hair. Seeing that Feng Quan was busy calculating the coordinates and preparing to command the troops to attack the little devils, he consciously and proactively took on the task of organizing Feng Quan's clansmen to get down from the car in an orderly manner, and directed They scattered and hid in shooting blind spots where little devils could not attack.

The clansmen who have never experienced the baptism of war are very nervous. The old patriarch and the old grandfather happened to be next to Li Zhifeng. The old patriarch gave the old grandfather a wink. Is it swollen? Is it going to fight bandits or something, why can’t I see them pinching?”

"Hehe, don't worry, old man. Our boss received a letter from Mrs. Wu, saying that 500 little devils are going to attack our convoy on the way. I guess the boss has found the hiding place of the little devils, and will bombard them with cannons in a while. Kill them, when the cannons are fired, you'd better cover your ears, when the cannons are fired, there will be quite a lot of noise."

"Then you only have 240 people, can you beat them? If there is a shortage of people, we can scrape together a hundred and eighty labors."

"puff!"

"Grandpa, don't worry, don't look at our small number of people, we are very capable of fighting, look at the two sides of the official road, there are 81 cannons alone, and a division of ** may not necessarily have more men than ours! 500 little devils are not enough to squeeze between the teeth. Our boss leads us to slaughter thousands of little devils at a time. I guess you have never seen a real war. You will wait and see the excitement in a while. "

"What?"

 …

81 gates and 10 rounds of rapid fire, the movement is really loud, even bigger than the movement when explosives are released in the quarry, boom boom boom, it is really shocking, 3500 meters away, the rocks are cracked, flesh and blood are flying, and there are groups The red mist continued to rise, and the clansmen gained insight before reaching the Zhongtiaoshan base.

The sound of the cannon stopped, and the old man was even more curious. While rubbing his eyes vigorously, he stared forward carefully with his eyes wide open.Looking at Centurion Li Zhifeng, who was still on guard all the time, he once again played the role of a curious baby.

"Young man, why don't you shoot the cannon? Is the fight over? Are all the little devils dead?"

"Well, old man, I don't know how serious it is, but I guess it's about the same. Huh? A little devil who was not killed by the bomb came running from the front. The boss didn't let them shoot him. I guess I have something to ask him. Old man, you don't know yet, our boss is your great-great-great-grandson. He is very powerful in martial arts. It is said that even ordinary martial arts practitioners can hardly get through the second vein of Ren Du after practicing for a lifetime. Don't look at this little devil. Both of them have swords in their hands, our boss can kill him empty-handed!"

"Hehe, this little bastard, why is it so swollen!"

I have to admit that the little devil's face is very thick, almost a foot long, and nearly 500 people stared at him, and he didn't feel blushing, shameless.At this time Feng Quan had already run down the hillside, standing in front of the crowd, looking with interest at this disheveled Mutoemon with disheveled hair and a bit of a sharp charm. Even after traveling so far, his face is not red, he is not panting, and his breathing is relatively even.

The little devil, Muto Weimen, was still chattering: "Your samurai are not, our people are all dead and working, and mine don't want to live anymore. I want to fight with your boss! Call yours quickly Boss Feng Quan comes out, I want to challenge him, I want to defeat him in a samurai way, please."

"Hey, who's mad dog is howling? Why didn't your master take good care of you? I'm Feng Quan, why don't you draw a path? I accept your challenge. !"

Muto Weimen also has the common characteristics of dirty island men. He is 1 meters tall, cross-eyed, and he has to bow every time he says a word. I really admire their waist muscles, which are too developed. .But Muto is obviously a Lianjiazi. Although his body is short, he is relatively strong. According to visual inspection, he weighs about as much as a piglet, about 55 catties. It seems that he is quite strong.

Mutoemon's cross-eyed shots shot all over Feng's body. Seeing that Feng Quan was surrounded by so many people and surrounded by stars, he expressed his belief, nodded, and made another 90-degree bow.

"Yaoxi, you are so brave, you dare to accept the challenge of my Muto Weimen, I admire your work very much! Mine is the personal guard of His Excellency Muto Nobuyoshi, Commander of the Great Japanese Kwantung Army, and yours is my master Muto-kun My enemy, because of your existence, all the wars launched by my master have failed. Muto-kun is very sad, very sad, and can’t get out of bed, and mine has to work for my master’s revenge!"

"puff!"

"Fuck, you are paralyzed. This Muto is not dead yet. As the commander of the Kwantung Army, Muto Nobuyoshi must have more than 100 guards around him. If you all come to challenge me one by one, I will be tired Don’t die, I’m bored to death, I’m very busy! Tell me, you are qualified to challenge me, give me a reason, okay?”

Mutoemon's Chinese was obviously not very good, and he couldn't hear several words clearly, but he could feel that Feng Quan didn't care about him, and he also vaguely understood Feng Quan's meaning.Muto, who has always been very good at himself, is a little annoyed. In the past, others challenged me. Even if they lost, I felt very honored. Why is it the other way around when I come to you?

"Yaoxi, Feng Sang, mine is from the most famous sword school in Japan, the natural Lixin Liu sword school. I have practiced for many years, and I rarely meet opponents in Japan. Although you are my master's enemy , but I still admire your martial arts. I heard that you killed all 14 people from the 63th Brigade and the [-]th Division with two big swords alone. I want to challenge you, please Feng Sang promised me, please!"

Feng Quan hates the hypocrisy of the little devil the most. He is obviously a robber, but he often pretends to be a cultural person. Please, just bow once when you say a word, and it is 90 degrees. Your waist is not tired , my eyes are tired.

"Up the knife!"

As soon as Feng Quan's words were finished, some friends walked over with two green dragon swords presented by Feng Zhi'an, commander of the 37th Division, and Zhang Zizhong, commander of the 38th Division, and Feng Quan took the sword.

"Swipe"

The sharp blade was released from the shackles of the scabbard, making a cheerful sound, as if the vicious big shark smelled the tempting smell of blood again, a little bit of spiritual rush.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"Not bad!"

Feng Quan held two knives in his hands, his two wrists shook lightly a few times casually, he swung a few knives, and was greeted with bursts of applause.Experts will know if there is one as soon as they make a move. Huaxia has a long history of 5000 years. Knowing a little bit, they firmly believe that Feng Quan can kill this little devil with five short stature who looks like Wu Dalang.

"Yaoxi, Feng Sang is actually a master of swordsmanship, my posture is up, my posture is ready, shall we start?"

Feng Quan didn't talk to Mutoemon anymore, but relaxed all over his body, his qi was transported to his dantian, and the abundant breath kept pouring into his two arms, his arms stretched out slowly, pointing the tip of the knife at Mutoemon, and then shook his head, making Muto even more so. Weimen was annoyed that Feng Quan actually closed his eyes.

"Huh? Boss is swollen and closed his eyes, why are you still swollen!"

"*** you! Young people understand magic horses, which shows that our boss is extraordinary. He doesn't look at this stupid little devil with his eyes, but with his heart, and he pinches it more carefully than he looks with his eyes!"

"Oh!"

"It turns out that Jiang Zi!"

The old patriarch in his 90s was also driven to the edge of the duel field. Seeing Feng Quan closed his eyes, he was very puzzled, and turned to Feng Quan's grandfather beside him and said, "Xiao Xun, why is it swollen?" , what is your great-great-grandson going to do? Let him open his eyes!"

"Xiao Quan, open your eyes quickly, this little bastard will rush over in no time!"

"Ya Gee!"

Feng Quan still didn't open his eyes. Muto Weimon was driven mad by Feng Quan's anger. After the hysterical roar, Muto Weimon, holding a samurai sword tightly in both hands, ran towards Feng Quan like a madman, running faster and faster.After a loud shout, Muto Weimon kicked his feet hard on the ground, his body flew off the ground, and the samurai sword slashed at Feng Quan's head.

"what!"

"what!"

"It's over!"

Things did not develop in the direction that the clansmen were worried about. Feng Quan, with his eyes closed and focused, heard the sharp sound of the samurai sword piercing through the air, and instantly opened his radiant eyes, and dexterously jumped to the left. Qinglong Dasao slashed at Mutoemon's waist, then turned his body to the left, and his left hand slashed at Muto's crotch at an extremely fast speed.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Shocking scene appeared, ko! !Mutoemon, who was in the air, had no time and no way to dodge the dazzling attacks from Feng Quan on the ground, so he could only die for Feng Quan to watch.

What a tragedy, first he was chopped into two pieces at the waist, and then he was cut in half from the crotch. Before the two pieces could be separated, he was cut into four pieces, with breasts, intestines, and scarlet blood all over the ground. Both are.Qinglong's broadsword was extremely sharp, Feng Quan's strength was enormous, and Muto's head was neatly cut open, the four parts were not too far apart, and it was a bit rushed to dismember the body.

The onlookers, including the little friends, were stunned. It's so easy to pinch the swollen sauce. Isn't this cheating? I thought there was going to be a fight between dragons and tigers, and it wasn't fun at all.

"Let's go, don't worry about this idiot, just let the wild dogs and wolves eat him. It's important to hurry. I heard that the housekeeper Zhang Laosan also organized a magic horse welcome ceremony. It really can make things right, hee hee."