Bright Sword: I am the old squad leader of the Northwest Shanxi Iron Triangle

Chapter 87 How Did They Get Here?

Wei Dayong and his men quietly sneaked out of the yard.

These Japanese Yamamoto special agents are so arrogant.

"Bageyalu, you Chinese people, get out of the yard right away."

"Hurry up, or the Imperial Army will kill you all."

This group of Japanese Yamamoto special agents walked and cursed.

Some members of the Yamamoto team fired bursts of bullets at the houses of ordinary people.

Many people were so frightened that they didn't know what to do.

Wei Dayong saw that this group of Japanese Yamamoto special agents were walking along the road at the entrance of the village towards the center of the village.

Wei Dayong blew a whistle, and more than a dozen people holding AK47s quickly entered the combat position.

After several battles, these dozen people cooperated well with each other.

Each of them aimed at a Japanese special agent named Yamamoto.

The Japs were unaware of the guns aimed at them.

Wei Dayong knew that these Yamamoto agents were very cunning and that he must not give loud orders before fighting.

Once Dasheng gave the order, the Japanese quickly realized that it would be difficult to fight at that time.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Wei Dayong pulled the trigger at the Japanese agent Yamamoto who was walking in front of him and fired a short burst of shots.

The powerful recoil of the AK47 caused the three bullets to hit the Japanese soldier's chest, throat and head from bottom to top respectively.

The little Japanese soldier was blown up instantly, and the top of his head was blown off.

Before the little Japanese soldier could even scream, he fell to the ground with a thud.

When the other Japanese soldiers heard the gunshots, they subconsciously hid to the side.

However, it was too late.

The bullets flew towards the Japanese soldiers like hail, and they had nowhere to hide.

With one volley, twelve Japanese soldiers fell to the ground.

Yamamoto Ikki became furious when he saw this.

"Commander, there are Eighth Route Army soldiers in this village." After Wei Dayong and his men knocked down a dozen Japanese soldiers to the ground, they quickly looked at the other Japanese soldiers.

The other Japanese soldiers rolled to the side of the road in an instant.

"Bageya Road, there are troops in the village."

"Shoot, shoot, there's someone at 12 o'clock."

"These Eighth Route Army soldiers are so accurate with their guns."

"Grenade, throw a grenade at three o'clock."

These well-trained Yamamoto agents quickly fired in the direction of their respective targets.

Several Yamamoto agents took out grenades, bit off the pull rings, hit them on the head and threw them over.

The Japs' conspiracy resulted in two of our brothers falling in a pool of blood.

Looking at the grenades thrown at him, Wei Dayong pulled the trigger again without saying a word. Several bullets flew over and exploded the two grenades in mid-air.

As the loud explosion sounded, the entire ground was shaking.

The hot shrapnel flew everywhere like flowers scattered from heaven.

The Japanese soldier hiding nearby was unable to dodge and was hit directly by shrapnel, with his head falling to the ground.

Wei Dayong and his men picked up a few grenades and threw them over quickly.

Yamamoto's team members had seen several grenades flying in front of them, so they quickly stood up and ran away.

A loud explosion sounded.

The blast directly knocked several Yamamoto agents to the ground. Before they could get up, bullets flew over.

The bodies of these Yamamoto agents were shot through instantly.

When Yamamoto's team of agents outside the village saw the fierce fighting going on inside the village, they rushed in to help at all costs.

When Yamamoto Ikki heard the gunshots, he realized that it was the sound of an AK47 gunshot that he heard directly.

Although Yamamoto Ikki didn't know about AK 47, from the performance of AK47 on the battlefield, the opponent knew that this gun was definitely extraordinary.

The firepower of this AK47 is too fierce, and the bullets fired are also very lethal, which is not comparable to the M3 submachine guns they imported from abroad.

Soon, the sound of AK47 gunfire rang out like popping beans, interspersed with bursts of explosions.

Yamamoto Ikki knew that even if all the weapons of his 60-plus people were added together, they would not be as powerful as these dozen AK47s.

“Bageya Road, this is where the main force of direct access people is located.

Retreat quickly and get out of here.

Look for Chinese clothes elsewhere."

Yamamoto's special agent team quickly jumped into the car, started the car and drove away.

Wei Dayong and his men rushed out of the village.

At this time, Yamamoto Ikki's convoy had already gone far away.

"It's Yamamoto's special forces again. How many people are there? They are like flies, everywhere." Wei Dayong gritted his teeth in anger as he watched the convoy of Yamamoto's special forces going away.

A Japanese special agent named Yamamoto was not dead yet. He roared and struggled to stand up.

I walked over to the fence, raised my foot, and kicked the Japanese agent Yamamoto in the head.

Bang.

The steel helmet worn on the head of the Japanese special agent Yamamoto was kicked off.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Dayong kicked the agent at the door with another powerful kick, directly on the face.

There was a click and the sound of broken bones.

The head of the Japanese special agent Yamamoto was kicked into pieces like a watermelon by Wei Dayong.

"Pack up your guys, clean up the battlefield, and don't let any of Yamamoto's special forces go."

Before he finished speaking, a Yamamoto agent jumped up from the ground, holding an M3 submachine gun and was about to pull the trigger at Wei Dayong.

Just at this moment there was a swish sound.

A flash of cold light passed by, and the two hands of the Japanese agent Yamamoto, who was holding the M3 submachine gun, were chopped off at once.

Duan Peng appeared? He then swept the machete in his hand horizontally.

Another sound of metal entering flesh was heard, and the Japanese soldier's head was chopped off by the axe in Duan Peng's hand.

Duan Peng shouted loudly and kicked the half body of the Japanese soldier seven or eight meters away, causing it to fall heavily on a tree.

Wei Dayong took a look and gave Duan Peng a thumbs up: "Duan Peng, you are a talented person with great potential. No wonder the superiors think highly of you."

Soon, everyone started to clean up the battlefield. At least 22 Japanese soldiers were killed in this battle, and 22 M3 submachine guns and 22 turtle boxes were seized.

In addition, they also seized more than 100 grenades, 22 sets of helmets and bulletproof vests.

"If these bastards weren't running fast, I could have killed them all," said Wei Dayong.

"Monk, our Shangguo village is in a remote area. How did these Japanese devils get here?" Duan Peng suddenly asked.

Wei Dayong scratched his head. He couldn't figure out why these Japanese devils suddenly came here.

"Hurry up and check the village to see how many casualties there are." Wei Dayong gave the order quickly, and everyone dispersed as soon as they heard it.