"Are you from Kansai?" Shang Wei said softly in Japanese, afraid of offending Lin Qiang.

Lin Qiang ignored it. He pointed to the gun that was still pressing on his head and said in Japanese, "What do you mean, why don't you put it down quickly."

After hearing this, Shang Wei immediately slapped Lin Qiang's Japanese soldier, snatched the gun from his hand, and said loudly to the Japanese soldier, "Baga."

The Japanese soldier who was beaten took a few steps back. At this time, he looked at Shao Wei with some grievance, covered his red and swollen face when he was beaten, and stood aside and did not dare to speak.

Shang Wei waved his hand and quickly put down the crooked gun behind him.

Shang Weizheng looked at Lin Qiang with a diligent look, his eyes full of flattery.

The captain's translator looked depressed at this time, not only because he was beaten for nothing, but also because he offended a big man. If he had to argue with him, he would probably not be able to save his life.

Lin Qiang knew that the opportunity had come. At this time, his body had almost recovered.

Lin Qiang kicked Shaowei's stomach with a smile in front of him and immediately kicked him ten meters away, holding his stomach like a shrimp, screaming. He spoke in a mess of Japanese, obviously in pain.

The soldiers standing aside didn't know what to do at this time. After all, their commanders bowed to the man in front of them, and they were just a group of big-headed soldiers. Japan was a country of distinct hierarchy, and they could only watch their leaders being taught a lesson by higher-level leaders.

Lin Qiang's mouth raised, and a phantom quickly came to Shang Wei's eyes. He quickly stretched out his hand, quickly twisted Shang Wei's neck, and his bones made a giggling sound.

The big-headed soldiers standing on both sides looked at the captain's body and were a little scared, afraid that they would be the next target.

"Go to die, you Japanese devils." Lin Qiang said.

"Everyone kills him, he is a spy sent by the national army." After speaking in Japanese, the translator hid aside and watched, fearing that he would suffer.

At this time, Lin Qiang came to a Japanese soldier with his breathing skills and used his hands to break the head of a Japanese devil. The Japanese devil rolled his eyes, but he didn't understand what was going on until he died.

Relying on the Japanese soldier who was closer to Lin Qiang, he immediately raised the 38th cover in his hand. He wanted to deal with Lin Qiang. Lin Qiang lay down and kicked the Japanese soldier with one foot toward the hips. The Japanese soldier quickly put down the 38th cover in his hand. Lin Qiang took the 38th cover. At this time, the Japanese soldier's two eyes seemed to be protruding, and he was lying on the ground with his own balls in his hands. He was afraid that he would not live long.

Lin Qiang used the bayonet in the 38th cover to stab the Japanese devil's heart. The whole process was fast, accurate and cruel. The Japanese devil leaned forward and looked at Lin Qiang with his eyes tightly. He turned around and died and could not die anymore. Blood flowed out of the corner of the devil's mouth.

At this time, there were five Japanese soldiers and one dog traitor left.

The Japanese soldiers standing behind Lin Qiang finally realized that Lin Qiang was their real enemy.

They quickly surrounded Lin Qiang, aiming the machine gun at Lin Qiang. Just as they were about to shoot, Lin Qiang quickly retreated, and the Japanese devils turned around, holding the machine gun in their hand and preparing to aim at Lin Qiang.

Lin Qiang quickly left the Japanese devils, and then stood behind the devils. The devils quickly turned around and wanted to aim at Lin Qiang again, but how could it be? As a special forces soldier, it would be a joke to be aimed by a rifle that is close at hand? And at such a close distance, the aiming time of the rifle is longer, and the rifle is more suitable for long-distance shooting. Once the distance is close, its effect will be a little weak, not even as good as a pistol. Moreover, the distance is so close at this time, it is very likely to hurt its own people.

The Japanese devils also realized this, and one of the Japanese devils said, "Return the bullets quickly and stab him with a bayonet. So many of us are more than enough to deal with a Chinese man."

A random Japanese devil raised his hand and stabbed Lin Qiang. Lin Qiang hid back and the Japanese devils rushed into the air. Lin Qiang also stabbed the Japanese devils behind them. The Japanese devils' bayonet was still five centimeters away from Lin Qiang's body. The bayonet in Lin Qiang's hand had stabbed him in the heart. The Japanese devils looked unwilling, and then their body slowly fell backwards.

Seeing this, the Japanese devil immediately started to scream, threw the rifle in his hand to the ground, rushed towards Lin Qiang, trying to use his weight and strength to knock Lin Qiang to the ground. Lin Qiang looked at the crazy Japanese devil in front of him, guessing that their relationship might be extraordinary. He quickly pulled the bayonet out of the Japanese devil's body and knocked it towards the head of the Japanese devil who was rushing towards him. He vaguely heard the sound of bones breaking. The Japanese devil immediately turned dizzy, holding his head with both hands, and his consciousness became chaotic, and he was afraid that he would not live long.

In a blink of an eye, two Japanese soldiers were killed.

Now there are only two Japanese soldiers and a dog traitor. Lin Qiang hates the people who sell their country and seek prosperity. He decides to leave him at the end and let him watch his backers die one by one.

The two Japanese devils watched their companions die one after another, and their hands were trembling at this time, but they knew that today they were either Lin Qiang died or they forgot. They also started rushing over with bayonets because of their martial arts spirit. But what's the use? Lin Qiang rushed forward and ran, kicking one by one. The Japanese devils were kicked to the ground, and Lin Qiang solved them all.

Seeing this, the translator ran away immediately, but Lin Qiang was nowhere as fast as Lin Qiang. Every time the translator changed direction, Lin Qiang waited like a ghost.

The translator knelt in front of Lin Qiang, his pants were half wet, and there was a smell of urine. He said, "Hero, don't kill me, I'm Chinese, I'm Chinese!"

Lin Qiang ignored his answer, punched him in the temple, and fell backwards.

Seeing the enemies falling down one by one, Lin Qiang took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the blood from his face. He looked up and saw that there were only more than twenty national troops wearing blue-white sun badges and khaki cloth behind him. They were tied up with their hands, and squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands.
Chapter completed!