Bright Sword: I checked in amidst the aftermath of the battle

Chapter 50 The Arrogant Monk Wei

Zhang Dabiao asked, "How many traitors are there?"

Wang Yousheng then said, "Judging from the footsteps, there should be two or three hundred people, and they are also escorting a group of prisoners of war."

Zhang Dabiao suddenly exclaimed, "Prisoners of war? Haha! We're rich! Those traitors' fighting was terrible! Everyone, pay attention, prepare for battle!"

Wang Yousheng didn't expect Zhang Dabiao to be so excited!

He only provided information, and Zhang Dabiao decided to pull off a heist without a second thought.

Zhang Dabiao gave the order: "All personnel, advance rapidly to the northwest."

A dozen minutes later, the troops arrived at a ravine. Looking down at the road below, they saw a group of traitors lined up in two rows, slowly escorting dozens of prisoners of war.

Behind the column was a small detachment of Japanese soldiers.

Clearly, even though it was late at night, the Japanese soldiers still dared not go ahead and instead used puppet troops to scout ahead.

Under the moonlight, Zhang Dabiao observed through binoculars that the Japanese soldiers were not carrying any light or heavy weapons, only Type 38 rifles.

Wang Yousheng also saw it. Damn it, traveling in the middle of the night, this was an intentional attempt to reduce the risk factors, but they still ran into the Independent Regiment.

Zhang Dabiao said with a smile: "Everyone, first company, second platoon, third platoon, set up the heavy machine guns, first company, first platoon, bring your light machine guns and follow me."

Wang Yousheng also received a mission from the "golden finger" (a powerful, influential figure).

Defeat the Japanese and puppet troops escort team, 5000 points, 50 merits!

Now let's talk about the mountain path.

Two rows of puppet troops surrounded dozens of prisoners in the middle. The prisoners stood in a row and walked mechanically.

The puppet army company commander, Zhao Defa, also walked ahead, drowsy.

Not only him, but all three hundred-plus men under him were listless.

A soldier following behind Zhao Defa complained, "Company commander, what's wrong with these Japanese? Escorting prisoners of war in the middle of the night."

Zhao Defa grunted and said, "Stop being temperamental. I'll do whatever the Japanese commander tells me to do. I got the orders, and I crawled over from the women's bed."

The soldier then said, "Company commander, do you think the Eighth Route Army might launch an ambush in the middle of the night? I've heard there have been Eighth Route Army movements in this area."

"Fuck you!"

Zhao Defa turned around and smacked him with a stick, cursing, "Why are you bringing up the Eighth Route Army? Just mentioning it makes me tremble."

As he spoke, he glanced around; the valley was eerily quiet, making him feel uneasy.

Just then, a Japanese soldier hurriedly caught up from behind, arrogantly declaring, "Zhao Sang! Order your troops to speed up their advance!"

Zhao Defa put on a fawning expression and said, "Sir, it's late at night, and the brothers are all sleepy. Wanjia Town is just ahead, so there's no rush, is there?"

The Japanese soldier roared, "Baka! You dare disobey orders?"

"No, I wouldn't dare..."

"Yosh, that's a true good citizen!"

The Japanese soldier gave a lewd smile and retreated.

A bald prisoner in a Central Army uniform glanced at Zhao Defa.

The prisoner angrily exclaimed, "Pah! You traitorous dog!"

After saying that, he spat in Zhao Defa's direction.

"Um?"

Zhao Defa noticed it.

"Damn it, you stinking monk, trying to cause trouble?!"

Zhao Defa rushed forward and threw a punch.

However, the Kuomintang prisoner blocked him with his hand, then grabbed his arm, twisted him, and put Zhao Defa's arm behind his back. Due to the pulling angle, Zhao Defa cried out in pain.

"stop!"

In an instant, all the puppet troops' guns were pointed at the Nationalist prisoners.

At the same time, the Japanese soldier turned back, and the Japanese soldier was very angry.

Along the way, there were always a few troublemakers among the prisoners, the most notorious of whom was this bald prisoner who would beat people up at the drop of a hat.

Zhao Defa was also dumbfounded. In the past, the Japanese would have shot him dead long ago, but the Japanese just wouldn't make a move.

Later he learned that these prisoners were to be sent intact to Wanjia Town, supposedly because they were chosen by higher-ups to be used as targets for military training.

The Japanese soldier pointed at the bald prisoner and cursed, "You bastard, you're dead, you're dead!"

The bald prisoner raised an eyebrow and sneered, "You son of a bitch, who are you calling a 'bastard'?"

Although the Japanese soldiers couldn't understand what the bald prisoner was saying, they could tell that he was being provocative.

Just as the Japanese soldier was about to fire, the bald prisoner suddenly charged forward and, with lightning speed, grabbed the Japanese soldier by the neck. With a snap, the Japanese soldier felt a burning sensation in his throat, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Sir, you're dead..."

Zhao Defa was stunned; he never expected that this bald prisoner would dare to kill the Japanese officer.

Along the way, although this bald prisoner was reckless and liked to cause trouble, he had never really intended to kill anyone. Now that a Japanese officer had died, this prisoner was doomed.

Sure enough, after the bald prisoner dealt with the Japanese soldiers, the dozen or so Japanese soldiers behind him all drew their guns and were about to shoot.

As the guns were fired, the bald prisoner seized the opportunity, immediately leaping backward and using two puppet soldiers as shields, so that all the bullets hit the puppet soldiers.

Among the prisoners, everyone cheered!

The Japanese soldiers were furious and rushed forward to fire, but the bald prisoner was extremely skilled and was able to anticipate the attack and seize the bullets.

Anyone with eyes can see that this is a veteran, someone who has practiced martial arts and is quite skilled.

Unfortunately, he was wearing shackles; otherwise, with his skills, he would have escaped long ago.

On the hilltop, Wang Yousheng and Zhang Dabiao could see everything clearly.

Zhang Dabiao said with slight surprise, "This kid has some skills; he even helped us take down a few enemies."

Wang Yousheng naturally recognized that the bald prisoner was none other than Monk Wei Dayong.

Wei Heshang killed the leader of the Japanese special forces in the county town, then escaped by climbing over the wall. In the end, Zhao Gang took him to the Independent Regiment.

Now, by a series of coincidences, we've unexpectedly met here.

After thinking it over, Wang Yousheng concluded that it was his own fault that caused the situation to change.

Looking at Monk Wei, although he was quite skilled in martial arts, he was no match for the crowd. You must know that he was facing dozens of puppet soldiers and more than a dozen Japanese soldiers.

Even so, under Wei Heshang's lead, the other prisoners also began to resist.

These prisoners attacked the enemy nearby, some with their fists, others with their arms to strangle the puppet soldiers.

However, even so, the Japanese guns were relentless.

Seeing their comrades being killed, the Japanese soldiers disregarded orders and opened fire.

Within seconds, several of the more valiant prisoners were shot dead.

Seeing this, Wang Yousheng lost his composure and said, "Battalion Commander Zhang, can we make our move now?"

Zhang Dabiao spat out the dry grass he was holding in his mouth and then stood up.

A hundred meters away, a bullet from his pistol sped off at high speed, heading straight down the mountain.

A gunshot rang out and a man fell; a Japanese soldier at the foot of the mountain was instantly killed!

The gunshots were the order; immediately, the three platoons of the company each took up their light machine guns and opened fire wildly, flames spitting out.

One hundred meters behind, two Type 92 heavy machine guns, quickly assembled by veterans, were already ready for deployment.

As soon as the gunfire rang out, the second and third platoons in the row also opened fire.

Under the hazy night sky, dense bullets, like shooting stars, swept across the enemy below the mountain like a torrential rain.

Down the mountain, the enemy was in disarray, and under the overwhelming firepower of the troops, they fell in droves in an instant.

The outcome is obvious.