Soon, there was a sound of running training and fighting and wrestling outside. Wang Zhilong muttered in his heart: "The Japanese guarding the prison are also trained so hard? It's okay to run, but they also train fighting and wrestling..."

When Wang Zhilong was wondering, a sudden sound of footsteps came from outside. More than ten Japanese devils divided into two rows and came to the doors of the prison cells on both sides. They opened the prison doors and shouted that Wang Zhilong and others would go out.

Wang Zhilong, who followed them out like a big slip, soon one or two hundred prisoners of war were taken to the training ground outside the prison.

"Well? Are these little Japanese soldiers... special forces?" Looking at the wrestling Japanese soldiers on the training ground, as well as some Japanese equipment standing beside them, black helmets without a trace of reflection under the sun, American Thomson submachine gun, Wang Zhilong, whose eyes were narrowed, immediately realized that this was not an ordinary Japanese.

Next, as a Japanese officer spoke a lot of birds, the dog legs on the side translated. When he heard the dog legs say that the prisoners of war could hold a dagger in a group, and he could fight the Japanese with a dagger in his hand, Wang Zhilong, who felt that the scene and the plot were somewhat familiar, quickly reacted. Oh my, isn't this the special forces team in Yamamoto was using prisoners of war to conduct bare hands to kill people?

"I'll do it!" After the little legged translation was finished, Wang Zhilong, whose eyes flashed, walked forward directly.

"Brother, I'll be with you!" The short young man I knew before came forward. At the same time, another young man gritted his teeth and stepped forward, "I'm a goddamn, I'll fight with his little Japanese devil! Even if I die, I'll have to pull someone on the back."

"Brother, our lives are much more precious than the Japanese who live a dog life. You don't have to fight with them." Wang Zhilong stopped the two of them with a calm smile, then stepped forward alone, glanced at the Japanese special forces team members who were still on the ground with their necks twisted and looked at them coldly and disdainfully. He shook his head and pointed at him, then pointed at the Japanese officer and said, "You, and you, you two, come together!"

"What did you say? Let's...together?" When he heard Wang Zhilong's words, the Japanese officer was obviously stunned and asked in stiff Chinese.

"If you think two are not enough, you can have another one, and it's okay to have two or three more," Wang Zhilong moved his body slightly, turned his head and smiled indifferently.

As soon as Wang Zhilong said this, the short young man and other prisoners of war were in a state of turmoil. Even the monk frowned and looked at Wang Zhilong.

"Baga!" The Japanese special forces members shouted loudly, glared at Wang Zhilong angrily, and kicked Wang Zhilong hard with anger.

Wang Zhilong, who was easily dodged, rotated his body with a lightly raised mouth and kicked it hard, hitting the lifeline of the Japanese special forces member. He heard a shrill scream, and the Japanese special forces member who flew a few meters away had already shrunk into a big shrimp.

Seeing this, the Japanese officer who was reluctant to leave his face changed. When he was about to reach out to pull out the gun, Wang Zhilong, who was bullying himself, had already snatched the gun from his hand, and then strangled his neck with his other hand, and then pointed the muzzle at his temple.

Wang Zhilong's speed was too fast, and everyone around him felt a flash of sight. The Japanese officer was already restrained by him. When the Japanese reacted, they pointed their guns at Wang Zhilong one by one, Wang Zhilong, whose gun was pressed against the Japanese officer's temple, shouted in a low voice: "Be careful, don't leave the fire, otherwise I will kill him first!"

"Brothers, hurry up and go over the wall, hurry up!" Wang Zhilong, who dragged the Japanese officer back and slowly approached the courtyard wall, shouted in a low voice to the short young man and other prisoners of war.

Hearing Wang Zhilong's humble shout, some of the prisoners of war who reacted were panicked, while others were very decisive and hurriedly retreated to the wall to climb over the wall.

The Japanese officer seemed to have noticed Wang Zhilong's intentions, and wanted to speak, but Wang Zhilong suddenly tightened his neck and his face turned red and could not speak. But then, he heard those Japanese yelling in a low voice, and gunshots suddenly sounded...

"Bastard!" Seeing the Japanese shooting, Wang Zhilong, who shouted in a low voice, raised his hand and said "bang bang bang". Several Japanese had already fallen down. At the same time, the prisoners behind him were also shot down one after another. A little blood splattered on his face, which immediately aroused the murderous intent in his heart. He suddenly twisted the Japanese officer's neck, and then used his body as a flesh shield to urge the remaining prisoners of war to climb over the wall.

However, with the dense gunfire, only seven or eight people who actually climbed over the wall and escaped. All the others fell down like harvesting wheat. The strong smell of blood spread, making Wang Zhilong's eyes turn red.

Wang Zhilong, who had moved his heart, had already used the power of Zhutian Warehouse to collect all the guns and bullets in the hands of the Japanese. Then, under the shocking and incredible gaze of the Japanese, a Thomson submachine gun suddenly appeared in his hand, and a round of bullets swept over...

A few miles away, he ran to a forest of seven or eight other monks in one breath. Except for the monk, he was almost panting and terrified.

Suddenly, a slightly heavy footstep sound came from behind, scaring the monk and others to look around in a hurry, subconsciously trying to dodge and run away. However, when they saw Wang Zhilong, who was carrying more than ten rifles, two Thomson submachine guns, some melon grenades and bullet bags, everyone, including the monk, widened their eyes and was shocked.

"Why are you still standing stupidly? Come and divide the gun!" Wang Zhilong, who was angry, kept all the guns and ammunition on the ground. He looked at the people who came to their senses as if they were shocked and rushed to get the guns and bullets, and cursed again: "Damn, they all looked like frightened rabbits, and they ran so fast that I was almost exhausted to bring these guys to you."

"Brother...Brother, how did you escape? Those little Japanese didn't even beat you to death?" asked the short young man in anger.

"Haha..." Wang Zhilong smiled: "The Japanese are also raised by their father and mother, and they don't have three heads and six arms. But I have them. I am lucky and good at it. Even if I see bullets, I have to give way. Some Japanese still want to keep me? If it weren't for being alone, would I take the Japanese's nest? Do you believe it?"

"It's really good kung fu!" The monk rarely spoke, and looked at Wang Zhilong with a burning look, feeling quite happy.

Noting the fighting spirit in the monk's eyes, Wang Zhilong grinned and said, "Brothers, we are not safe now, so let's go quickly! Otherwise, the Japanese in the brigade will catch up with us. With the few guns, it may not be easy to escape."

"Let's go, hurry up! Brothers, hurry up, be quicker! Listen to the eldest brother," the short young man said, and couldn't help but turn to look at Wang Zhilong and smile awkwardly: "By the way, brother, I don't know what your name is yet!"

"I, Wang Zhilong, monk, and brothers, we have lived and died together. We all have a name, so we can claim a surname!" Wang Zhilong said loudly.

"My name is Ai Dongguo!" "Jiang Yi!" "Dong Youliang!" "Kong Dongming!" "Song Genwa!" "Li Dalong!" "Bruce Lee!"..

Bruce Lee? Looking at the thin and weak boy who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, Wang Zhilong, who looked a little weird, turned to look at the monk who was walking silently and strode aside and said, "Monkey, what about you? You can't just call you monk in the future, right?"

"Wei Dayong!" The monk said in a muffled voice and reported his name, which also made Wang Zhilong more sure of his guess.
Chapter completed!