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

Wei Dayong, nicknamed Monk.

He once served as a sergeant squad leader of the 27th Division of the National Army. In November 1937, the Battle of Xinkou failed and Xinkou fell, and he unfortunately became a prisoner of war.

Like hundreds of other people, he has been secretly held in a prisoner-of-war camp in the mountains until now.

During this period, they were tortured and humiliated, and each of them was starved and malnourished.

Many of our compatriots died of illness in the prisoner-of-war camps because they could not bear the torture.

The monk practiced martial arts in Shaolin Temple for several years and has relatively strong physical fitness, which is why he has persisted until now.

The Japanese would abuse prisoners of war from time to time, which was a common occurrence.

But today the monk was not going to endure it any longer.

He was fed up with being abused by the devils.

Although the monk seems impulsive and reckless, he is actually a meticulous person.

He had already seen that there were major loopholes in the defense of the prisoner-of-war camp today.

Some time ago, Yamamoto's special attack team entered the prisoner-of-war camp. Under Yamamoto's management, the security in the prisoner-of-war camp became extremely strict, and there was no chance of escape at all.

But today, all the Japanese special forces have disappeared, and the Japanese soldiers stationed in the prisoner-of-war camp have begun to become loose.

The monk knew that the opportunity had come.

When the monk saw the Japanese officer stepping on a fellow soldier with an extremely arrogant attitude, he could no longer bear it.

"You are a group of sheep waiting to be slaughtered, a group of spineless people. Do you dare to stand up?"

"If one of you doesn't dare, then you can all three come together, hahahaha, you cowardly Chinese—"

The arrogant laughter of the Japanese officer suddenly stopped before it even died down.

The monk took action.

"To deal with you little bastards, I can beat ten of you by myself!"

The monk was like an agile jaguar, and in an instant he jumped in front of the Japanese officer.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged ten punches and three kicks.

"Nani, why is his fist so hard..."

The Japanese officer's fist was swollen and painful from being hit by the monk. He couldn't help but groan inwardly.

"Little devil, you must have learned this kicking technique from your master's wife! Today I'll show you what Shaolin Kung Fu is all about!"

As the monk spoke, he swept his leg across the enemy with a Luohan sweep kick. The Japanese officer had no time to dodge and felt a crack in his leg bones. He couldn't help but wail and fell to the ground.

The monk stepped forward, pulled out a short knife from the Japanese soldier's waist, and stabbed it into the Japanese soldier's heart!

Then, the monk quickly took a pistol from the Japanese officer's waist, quickly pulled the safety, and loaded the bullet.

This set of movements is as smooth as flowing water and extremely fast.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In a flash, before the surrounding Japs could react, the monk raised his hand, and five or six Japs around him fell to the ground.

There was a sudden chaos in the prisoner-of-war camp!

What a monk! He rushed left and right with a pistol in his hand, jumped left and right, sometimes rolled over, sometimes crawled, and rushed left and right in the prisoner-of-war camp as if he was in an empty space.

By the time the Japanese soldiers a little further away reacted, the monk had already jumped onto the high wall and pounced on the Japanese machine gunner in a sentry post on the roof.

He could have easily escaped, but in order to give his brothers in other prisoner-of-war camps a chance to survive, the monk threw himself at the machine gunner.

There was chaos in the prisoner-of-war camp.

Some prisoners of war quickly rushed to the bodies of the Japanese soldiers killed by the monks, snatched pistols and rifles from them, and started a gunfight with the Japanese soldiers around them.

"Good boy! So fucking fierce!"

At this moment, Zheng Kaixuan and Li Yunlong came from the air with the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Regiment.

Li Yunlong saw the monk's performance clearly and couldn't help but praise him.

"Brother Kaixuan, I want this monk. You are not allowed to compete with me for it."

Zheng Kaixuan smiled.

"No problem, get to work!"

With Zheng Kaixuan's order, fierce gunfire rang out from the air.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

The soldiers had not yet landed when their Hanyang rifles had already started firing.

The soldiers who followed Zheng Kaixuan out to carry out the mission this time were all shooting experts in the spearhead regiment. They could be said to be the elite among the elite.

Every soldier of the Sharp Knife Regiment has fired tens of thousands of blank bullets at the shooting range and killed countless enemies on the battlefield.

It is no exaggeration to say that all the soldiers who arrived today are sharpshooters.

Although they could only observe the heads of the Japanese on the ground from the air and it was not as convenient to shoot as on the flat ground, every shot fired by these soldiers almost hit the target.

Gunshot to the head!

The Japanese soldiers in the prisoner-of-war camp were the first to unlock a very strange way of dying: bullets falling from the sky and headshots from the air.

Originally, the prisoners of war relied only on a few captured guns to fight against the Japanese invaders coming from all directions, and were suppressed by the Japanese invaders so much that they could not even raise their heads.

Many prisoners of war were already wounded. They were all forced into a courtyard by the Japanese and were stuck in a dead end.

But with the addition of the twenty people from the Sky Sharp Knife Group, the situation immediately reversed.

"Brothers, don't panic! We are from the Sharp Knife Regiment of the 386th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army, and we are here to rescue you!"

The twenty members of the spearhead regiment shouted together, and the prisoners of war became excited when they saw the reinforcements coming.

After the shout, ten soldiers landed on the roof. They quickly untied the ropes and rushed to each gun tower. They quickly eliminated several machine gunners and heavy firepower of the Japanese, completely eliminating the biggest threat in the prisoner-of-war camp.

Zheng Kaixuan landed on the ground with ten people.

The rifles in their hands were quickly adjusted to full-automatic mode, and they began to fire fiercely at the surrounding Japanese devils.

"Da da da da da da..."

The prisoners of war were not to be trifled with either. The anger that had been suppressed for so long burst out at this moment.

They followed the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Regiment, picked up guns from the corpses of the Japanese soldiers, and rushed out one by one.

"Kill!"

"Kill all these sons of bitches!"

Zheng Kaixuan led the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Regiment and a group of soldiers from the prisoner-of-war camp, and defeated the Japanese invaders step by step.

At this moment, the drone roared over again, and another twenty spearhead regiment soldiers were delivered to the battlefield.

With the addition of these twenty soldiers, the efficiency of annihilating the Japanese devils was greatly increased.

It didn't take long before all the Japanese soldiers stationed in the prisoner-of-war camp were wiped out.

Zheng Kaixuan and Li Yunlong led their men to turn the entire prisoner-of-war camp upside down. After making sure that no Japanese soldier was spared, he immediately gathered all the prisoners of war, including the monks.

"Brothers, take your equipment, take your supplies, follow our people, and retreat immediately."

There were not many supplies and ammunition in the prisoner-of-war camp. All that could be taken away was carried on the prisoners' backs. They followed the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Regiment and quietly left along a small path behind the prisoner-of-war camp.

There were only twenty soldiers from the Sharp Knife Regiment left in the prisoner-of-war camp, including Zheng Kaixuan and Li Yunlong.

At this moment, everyone has re-secured themselves to the drone.

Each soldier of the Sharp Knife Regiment held two triumph grenades in his hands.

Zheng Kaixuan waved his hand.

"Throw the grenade! Lure the ambush!"