A magazine of 30,000 rounds, you call it Hanyang

"You want to duel with me? Just you? Are you worse than pigs and dogs worthy enough?"

Zheng Kaixuan completely ignored Sakamoto Noken's request for a duel.

A duel? In a situation where he clearly had the upper hand, there was no need for that.

There's no need to waste time on something that can be solved with a few bullets.

"Captain Zheng, you don't dare to duel with us. Could it be that you Chinese soldiers are afraid of our soldiers from the Great Sun Empire?"

"If you are a true soldier, and if you are men, you should stand up bravely and accept our challenge."

Sakamoto tried to provoke Zheng Kaixuan.

Zheng Kaixuan raised his eyebrows, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

"Okay! Sakamoto, I'll fulfill your wish!"

"I want to show the whole world whether we Chinese are brave or you Japanese slaves are cowards!"

Zheng Kaixuan suddenly changed his mind.

The reason for changing his mind was not entirely because of Sakamoto's provocation, but because Zheng Kaixuan discovered something.

camera.

He saw cameras on the Japanese soldiers who were brought here.

There were two Japanese soldiers who were dressed and looked very much like war reporters.

"Niu Dashan, confiscate the camera for me."

"Yes! Captain."

Niu Dashan agreed, walked up to the two Japanese soldiers, and confiscated both cameras.

Zheng Kaixuan took them and looked at them. They were both German cameras.

This is a Contax 1936mm camera produced in 35. It has sharp edges and a vertical metal shutter, and feels heavy to hold.

Zheng Kaixuan had disassembled this old item when he was inventing something before, and he knew that this camera was of very good quality.

In this era, German-made industrial products are almost synonymous with strict quality.

Open the back cover and there is a long roll of film inside.

Zheng Kaixuan called two experienced veterans, and then under the stunned gaze of the Japanese, he quickly turned the knobs to adjust the focal length and other professional parameters of the camera lens.

Then he handed the two cameras to the two veterans.

"When the critical moment comes, just press the shutter quickly. Remember, it must be a critical moment that can demonstrate the power of our army."

"Yes! Please rest assured, Captain."

These two veterans were both quite experienced and smart, so they naturally understood what Zheng Kaixuan meant.

This is exactly why Zheng Kaixuan just said that he wanted to let the world see it.

With a camera, you can share your photos with the world.

Photos can also be used as weapons.

It can be published in a magazine so that people all over the world can see the consequences of the Japanese invasion!

"Bring me my knife!"

Zheng Kaixuan took off his helmet and began to unbutton his shirt.

This is not to say that he wants to be self-righteous and fight Sakamoto without any protection.

The main reason is that the photos will be released to the world, so their bulletproof helmets and bulletproof vests must not be photographed.

This is the trump card of the Sharp Knife Group and also Zheng Kaixuan's secret weapon.

Zheng Kaixuan also has strong confidence in himself.

He always exercises regularly. He used to be able to walk briskly even when carrying a box weighing dozens of kilograms. His physical fitness is extremely good.

Facing the short, fat, and dog-like opponent, Ken Sakamoto, he was absolutely sure of winning.

A soldier took out a large saber and prepared to hand it to Zheng Kaixuan.

But at this moment, Niu Dashan, who was as strong as a hill, walked over.

"Captain, let me do it!"

From the moment the Japanese proposed a duel with the Sharp Knife Regiment, Niu Dashan had been so excited that he could hardly control himself.

I don't know when he had picked up the 36-jin iron rod in his hand. Niu Dashan strode out and stood in front of Zheng Kaixuan.

"Little devils! Who the hell do you think you are? Are you worthy enough to be attacked by my commander? Come on! Take a beating from your Grandpa Niu."

Niu Dashan didn't hesitate, as he was afraid that Zheng Kaixuan would not let him play.

Without waiting for Zheng Kaixuan to speak, Niu Dashan rushed forward with a big stick in his hand and a roar.

Just this one shout almost scared Sakamoto to death.

In terms of height, Niu Dashan is more than two meters tall, and Sakamoto only reaches his belly button.

In terms of weight, even if three Sakamotos were tied together, they would not be as strong as Niu Dashan.

When he was in Niujiayu, Niu Dashan was extremely strong even if he was full for one day and hungry for three days. Now that he has enough nutrition, he eats white flour steamed buns and canned beef rolls every day. His strength is even greater, just like a tiger coming down the mountain.

"Captain, leave the work to us..."

At this moment, two tall Japanese soldiers rushed out with bayonets and stood in front of Sakamoto.

Of course, the so-called tall stature here is compared with Sakamoto. If compared with Niu Dashan, the stature of these two devils is still that of grandchildren.

"Little devils, is this your fucking Bushido? In my opinion, it's pure bullshit!"

The Japs rushed up from both ends at once, which was obviously a lack of martial ethics and their intention to use their numbers to bully the minority.

But Niu Dashan is different from others. The more opponents he has, the more excited he becomes.

Seeing the two Japanese devils attacking together, Niu Dashan became even more excited.

"Little devil! Your Grandpa Niu is fighting against your mother's Bushido today!"

As he spoke, Niu Dashan swung the thirty-six-jin iron stick like a whirlwind, with great force!

In cold weapon combat, the saying goes, an inch longer, an inch stronger.

The big iron stick is more than two meters long, and Niu Dashan's arm span is more than two meters long.

The two Japanese soldiers originally wanted to get closer and attack Niu Dashan's lower body with bayonets, but they could not get close to Niu Dashan at all.

In less than three rounds, everyone heard a crisp "pop" sound in their ears.

Niu Dashan hit a Japanese soldier on the head with an iron rod, splashing watermelon juice everywhere. The Japanese soldier fell to the ground and died on the spot.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Zheng Kaixuan snatched the camera from the veteran's hand, quickly pressed the shutter button, and captured this shocking scene.

"Snapped!"

Niu Dashan turned around suddenly and swung his stick back, hitting the other Japanese soldier's shoulder directly. The Japanese soldier's bones and tendons were broken, and he died with blood spitting out of his mouth!

"Click! Click! Click!"

Zheng Kaixuan quickly pressed the shutter button again to capture this rare scene.

"Come on, come on! Little Japs, how about a fight?"

On the other side, after receiving instructions from Zheng Kaixuan, Chen Shengli, Xin Qiankun, Song Pengcheng and others, who had been unable to contain themselves, rushed towards the group of Japanese soldiers with their weapons in hand.

Chen Shengli was very skilled in using a bayonet, and in the blink of an eye, he had ripped open the stomach of a Japanese soldier.

"Crack!"

Zheng Kaixuan pressed the shutter.

Xin Qiankun also rushed forward fiercely, holding two swords in both hands, and chopped the Japanese soldiers to the ground, killing them in an instant.

Song Pengcheng was originally a martial artist, and the weapon he used this time was beyond everyone's expectations.

It turned out to be a weapon used by ancient generals in wars, a red cherry spear!

"puff!"

After stabbing a Japanese soldier to death with one shot, Song Pengcheng dragged his gun and ran away. Another Japanese soldier chased him with a bayonet. Song Pengcheng suddenly stopped, turned around abruptly, and stabbed out with the spear in his hand at an incredible angle.

Back carbine!

This shot hit the enemy's heart right on target.

"rise!"

Song Pengcheng exerted force with both hands, picked up the Japanese corpse on the tip of the gun, and actually lifted it into the air!

"it is good!"

The soldiers couldn't help but cheer loudly, and Zheng Kaixuan quickly pressed the shutter.

Seeing his few remaining subordinates being killed effortlessly by the Sharp Knife Group as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, Sakamoto was completely numb.

Zheng Kaixuan looked at Sakamoto coldly.

"Sakamoto, this is what you call Bushido? This is nothing more than this!"