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

"Pfft!"

Niu Dashan was so powerful that he won 18 games in a row by himself, which almost scared the Japanese.

Forced by Niu Dashan's powerful momentum, the Japanese soldiers retreated in fear. One of them was so frightened by Yang Dashan's roar that he missed a step and rolled into the valley...

Zheng Kaixuan carefully discovered that beads of sweat had actually appeared on Niu Dashan's forehead, his chest was constantly heaving, and he was already a little out of breath.

Although Niu Dashan is very brave, he is just a human being after all, not a god.

Although the Japanese soldiers are short in stature, they are all soldiers and their physical fitness is still better than that of ordinary people.

Killing eighteen Japanese devils in one breath undoubtedly consumed a huge amount of Niu Dashan's physical strength.

"Dashan, come back and give the brothers behind you a chance to attack."

Niu Dashan originally wanted to fight again, but when he heard Zheng Kaixuan's call, he did not dare to disobey the order.

"Yes, Captain."

Niu Dashan turned around and returned to the team, and the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Saburo Hirano let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

"That Niu Dashan was really too fierce. Fortunately, he's gone, so we still have a chance to work..."

Immediately afterwards, a well-proportioned young man walked out from the spearhead group.

"Reporting to the regimental commander, the weapons support battalion, the first company commander Liu Qingshan has requested to go into battle!"

"war!"

"Yes!"

The company commander, Liu Qingshan, was not tall, just over 1.7 meters, and not very strong either, but his whole body was full of tendon muscles.

This person comes from a family of martial arts and has extremely powerful kung fu skills.

According to Zheng Kaixuan, his kung fu was no less powerful than that of the monk. In fact, if a life-or-death struggle came to a head, he would have a good chance of defeating Niu Dashan.

However, he joined the team relatively late and was a relatively low-key person. It was only recently that Zheng Kaixuan discovered that he had excellent kung fu skills.

This person is considered one of the sweeping monks in the weapons support battalion.

"Baga, you're so skinny, go home and have a full meal before coming back..."

Seeing the short, light-bodied Liu Qingshan, the Japanese soldiers burst into laughter. A Japanese soldier, as fat as a big winter melon, rushed forward with a smirk, hoping to take advantage of him.

Little did he know that meeting Liu Qingshan was like meeting the King of Hell.

Liu Qingshan's strength was not much less than Niu Dashan's. He swayed his body slightly and avoided the Japanese's punch. Then, Liu Qingshan took a step and turned around, and in the blink of an eye he was behind the Japanese.

Liu Qingshan bent down, grabbed the Japanese soldier's ankles with both hands, and lifted him up upside down!

Then, he dropped into a horse stance, grabbed the soldier's legs, and swung him over his head like a pendulum eight times in a row. Then he let go.

"Whoosh!"

The devil turned into a flying man, flew seven or eight meters away, and crashed into a large rock, dying on the spot...

"continue!"

Liu Qingshan hooked his finger at the opposite side.

"boom!"

"what--"

Liu Qingshan had a solid foundation in martial arts, and he could use various moves and routines at will. He was strong and fast, and basically no Japanese soldier could last more than three moves against him.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Qingshan won fifteen battles alone and killed fifteen Japanese devils.

"Liu Qingshan, come back."

Although it was not difficult for Liu Qingshan to reach Niu Dashan's record or even surpass him with his strength, Zheng Kaixuan still called him back.

This is a powerful general under his command, a rare talent, and he must not let anything happen to Liu Qingshan.

Immediately afterwards, a small man walked out from the sharp knife group.

He is only about 1.6 meters tall and weighs no more than 100 kilograms.

Weapons Support Battalion, Third Company Commander, Chen Zhanwo!

Chen Zhanwo, his original name is unknown.

He was rescued by Zheng Kaixuan's soldiers from a village that had been raided by the Japanese.

When the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Regiment passed by there, it was too late. The entire village was dead.

When he joined the Sharp Knife Regiment, he told Zheng Kaixuan that he would forget his previous name, but would always bear in mind the hatred in his heart. From today on, he would live only to kill the Japanese pirates.

Zheng Kaixuan personally named him: Chen Zhanwo!

Kill the Japanese, and you will serve your country!

Chen Zhanwo never smiles and always has a blank expression no matter who he meets.

But he is not indifferent. No matter which soldier has difficulties, he is always the first to step forward to help.

As time went by, everyone knew the past of this skinny boy, and the brothers in the barracks all took great care of him.

Chen Zhanwo is not interested in anything else. There are only two things that interest him.

One: shooting, two: fighting.

Since joining the Sharp Knife Regiment, he has patiently consulted countless veterans.

He consulted the commander of the first battalion, Chen Shengli, the commander of the sixth battalion, Song Pengcheng, Niu Dashan and Zheng Kaixuan.

He also consulted the battle-hardened veterans of the Sharp Knife Regiment.

No one in the entire group hid their skills, and he had basically learned most of the people's special skills.

Chen Zhanwo often asked for advice, including the monk from the independent regiment he met later.

Chen Zhanwo, relying on his own efforts and abilities, was eventually appointed by Zheng Kaixuan as the company commander of the third company of the weapons support battalion!

Chen Zhanwo is also one of the sweeping monks of the weapons support battalion, and is very likely the biggest one!

The combat effectiveness this person displayed during training can only be considered above average.

During the competition, he was no match for Chen Shengli, Song Pengcheng and Liu Qingshan, and even less so for Niu Dashan.

However, Zheng Kaixuan could see that Chen Zhanwo held back during the sparring.

There are some methods that can never be used during a sparring match.

If it really comes to a life-and-death fight, Chen Zhanwo's chances of winning will definitely surpass everyone else.

What Chen Zhanwo practiced was the killing technique! There was no fancy killing technique at all.

His strength is unknown, but he becomes stronger when facing a stronger opponent. This is Chen Zhanwo.

"Hahahaha! Sharp Knife Regiment, are you out of people? Why did you send out a skinny guy? A guy like that could be blown down by a gust of wind. Is he the only one who can fight?"

A Japanese soldier who looked like a potato and was as thick at both ends stood up with a wild laugh and walked towards Chen Zhanwo.

Facing the devil's ridicule, Chen Zhanwo said nothing.

He has never been a talkative person.

His gaze was as cold as winter.

Suddenly, he moved.

Everyone only saw Chen Zhanwo rushing past the potato-like Japanese soldier like a gust of wind.

"Click——"

The sound of a bone breaking was clearly heard by everyone present.

The Japanese soldier's cervical vertebra was broken on the spot, his head drooped, and he fell to the ground with a thud, becoming dead.

Before everyone even had time to see how Chen Zhanwo made his move, the battle was already over.

Chen Zhanwo didn't even turn his head. He still had no expression on his face and his eyes were still extremely cold.

"Next!"