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

Lingyun's ambition is to reach the top of the city wall.

A sentry came running over.

"Report to the commander, there are gunshots in the southeast direction." After hearing this, Ling Yunzhi quickly took the telescope and looked towards the southeast.

Four trucks were lined up in a row, and opposite the trucks were Wei Dayong and his group.

Ling Yunzhi knew at a glance that he had encountered the Japanese, the main force of Yamamoto's special forces.

"Don't expect these beasts to escape this time." Ling Yunzhi shouted at Zhang Dabiao at the foot of the mountain, "Dabiao, get ready to go. Take those four-barrel anti-aircraft guns with you."

Zhang Dabiao also heard the gunshots.

"Yes..." From the sound of the M3's weight, Zhang Dabiao knew that he had encountered a Japanese special forces team.

Soon, more than a dozen medium-sized trucks rushed towards Wei Dayong and his team.

Each truck was equipped with a four-barrel anti-aircraft gun.

Wei Dayong and his dozen men each had an AK 47.

"Monk, it can be seen that these Japanese devils are quite capable." Duan Peng quickly changed the magazine.

"These bastards are a fucking secret service team."

Before Wei Dayong finished speaking, Yamamoto Ikki jumped down.

Dozens of Japanese Yamamoto special agents jumped out of the car.

"You Chinese are looking for death today."

"Today I will let you see how powerful the special forces are."

Wei Dayong curled his lips at Yamamoto Ikki. In his opinion, the so-called Yamamoto special agent was simply vulnerable.

"Yamamoto Ikki, fuck your grandma. Today I will fight you openly."

After hearing this, Yamamoto Ikki snorted coldly: "You Chinese are too impatient, you monk, today I will fight you alone.

If I win, you will stop bothering us. If I lose, we, the Yamamoto Special Agents, will be at your disposal."

When Wei Dayong heard this, he immediately became excited.

Wei Dayong had heard of this bastard Yamamoto Ikki a long time ago, and he was eager to have a good duel with Yamamoto Ikki.

"You little Japanese want to die. Today I will help you achieve your wish." Wei Dayong threw the AK47 in his hand to Duan Peng.

He pulled out his big machete with a bang: "Today I want to let you know who you really are."

Yamamoto Ikki smiled coldly.

This bastard's head was full of bad ideas, and he just wanted to knock Wei Dayong to the ground as soon as possible.

"You Chinese, my men won't come to help me when I'm fighting. Will your men help you?"

Yamamoto Ikki said this on purpose.

"It's easy for me to kill you, a little Japanese. I don't even need my men to help me. Do you think you, a bastard, deserve it?" Before Wei Dayong finished speaking, he roared, swung the Japanese machete and rushed forward.

Yamamoto Ikki did not dare to neglect him. He drew out his samurai sword and roared as he ran straight towards Wei Dayong.

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At this moment, more than a dozen anti-aircraft guns fired at the same time.

They ran in a dense crowd towards the four trucks of the Japanese devils.

The roar of the explosion was deafening.

Everyone was so scared that they quickly hid away.

The Japanese soldiers were so scared that they fell to the ground.

The Japanese had four trucks, which instantly turned into four piles of flames.

Just as Yamamoto Ikki was about to curse, another string of anti-aircraft shells came flying over.

Accompanied by dense explosions, more than a dozen Japanese special agents Yamamoto were killed on the spot.

These Yamamoto agents died tragically. They were scattered everywhere.

Yamamoto Ikki was so frightened that he lay on the ground and trembled continuously.

This elite Japanese soldier who studied in Germany did not have the slightest heroic spirit.

Ling Yunzhi raised the muzzle of the gun. The vehicle slowly stopped in front of Yamamoto Ikki.

Ling Yunzhi jumped out of the car. He glanced at Yamamoto Ikki lying on the ground, then at Wei Dayong and the others: "Monk, what are you holding in your hands?"

"Machetes and AK47s."

"To fight the Japanese, why don't you use machetes instead of AK47s?" Ling Yunzhi asked in confusion.

"Sir, this Japanese officer wants to duel with me. This Japanese said that if he can beat me, I will let them go, and if he can't beat me, I will kill them however I want."

As soon as Ling Yunzhi heard it, he knew what Yamamoto Ikki was up to.

"The Japanese are a bunch of beasts, we must not be fooled by them.

I guess when you were fighting with Yamamoto Ikki, you didn't know how many Japanese soldiers were sneaking up on you with guns."

After hearing this, Wei Dayong nodded.

"Sir, these little devils have nowhere to escape or retreat.

Let's play a game of cat and mouse, and I'll tease him."

After hearing this, Ling Yunzhi nodded and looked at Duan Peng: "Duan Peng, have you settled down at home?"

Duan Peng nodded.

"Yamamoto Ikki leaves the monk to deal with the other little devils. I'll leave the Yamamoto special forces to you. I want to see what these little devils, the Yamamoto special forces, are capable of."

Ling Yunzhi thought that the abilities of the Japanese special agent Yamamoto were fake, and he wanted to see Duan Peng's abilities for himself.

Wei Dayong nodded after hearing this. He hooked his finger at Yamamoto Ikki, who was lying on the ground and trembling all over, and said, "Don't lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. Get up quickly."

Without saying a word, Duan Peng threw the AK47 in his hand to the soldier next to him.

He roared, swung his big machete, and rushed in front of the Japanese Yamamoto special agent: "You beasts, are you going to attack together or what?"

These Japanese Yamamoto special agents looked at Duan Peng and they all got up from the ground.

Yamamoto Ikki also got up from the ground.

"Who are you?" Yamamoto Ikki glanced at Ling Yunzhi.

"Who am I? I am Ling Yunzhi."

After hearing Ling Yunzhi's name, Yamamoto Ikki wanted to kill him instantly, but he was surrounded by people at this moment.

"Ling Yunzhi, let's have a man-to-man showdown."

When Ling Yunzhi saw Yamamoto Ikki challenging him, he smiled coldly: "Yamamoto Ikki, do you think you can cooperate with me just because you graduated from the Imperial Army Academy and went to the German Empire to learn some mediocre Kung Fu?"

"I can wipe out the Yamamoto Special Forces you founded by myself.

In other words, you little devils from a small country with few people have never seen any high-end goods.

It's this guy named Yoshio Shinozuka who thinks you're such a great person.

In my opinion, all of you Yamamoto agents combined are no match for Wei Dayong. Wait until you defeat Wei Dayong, then come and challenge me."

After Ling Yunzhi finished speaking, he smiled slightly, took two steps back, and watched the duel between Yamamoto Ikki and Wei Dayong.