Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Chapter 202 Roast Chicken, Miss Miss Miss

Wang Ming narrowed his eyes when he noticed the unusual movement of the henchman, and a smell of urine rushed into his nose.

"Damn it, it turns out he's not brave, he's just scared silly!"

Covering his nose, Wang Ming kicked the henchman into a large water tank.

The cold water made the horseman panic and thrash around in the water tank, splashing water everywhere.

After drinking a few sips of cold water, Mazai leaned on the edge of the water tank and lay there dying.

"Please spare my life, my dear. I will take you there. I will take you there. If you spare my life, I will do whatever you ask me to do!"

Wang Ming spat at the coward in disgust. He thought he was a courageous traitor, but he didn't expect that he was just scared stupid.

This cannot be entirely blamed on the henchmen. After all, there were a dozen devil-like men twisting their necks in front of them, and killing people as easily as chopping vegetables and melons. How could a normal person not be scared silly?

Moreover, if you have the guts, can you become a traitor?

However, Wang Ming didn't have time to argue with him. He stripped off the clothes of these traitors and then put on his own clothes.

As a result, the plainclothes team that had been cowering behind the thugs turned into strong and muscular young men with crew cuts.

Three special forces soldiers were left behind to guard the supplies, while the other soldiers, carrying the plainclothes team's box guns and 92 pistols, headed towards the small hill outside the Weihe Stone Bridge.

When they were almost at the hill, Huang Jinlong saw from afar his men leading the team back.

"Hey, why do these bastards look so energetic today? In the past, they were always in groups of three or four, as if they were being drained dry by Cuihua Building!"

"Captain, maybe it's because we are in a good mood because of good things. It seems that we have caught a lot of good things this time!"

"Of course not! If these landlords don't cooperate, we can just accuse them of breaking into the Weihe Stone Bridge and kill them. Even gods can't save them!"

"Captain is brilliant!"

Huang Jinlong lifted his open black coat and ran quickly down the hill.

I kept staring at the black cloth bag in the henchman's hand, estimating that there were at least a dozen small yellow croakers, right?

When his golden dragon was two steps away from Ma Zai, he finally moved his eyes away from the black bag and saw Ma Zai's face, whose smile was uglier than crying.

"Fuck it, whether your father or mother is dead, is it so hard to work for me?"

The henchman's eyes turned into electric fans, trying desperately to hint at Huang Jinlong.

"Is your eyeball broken? Give it to me!"

Huang Jinlong completely ignored his henchman's eyes which were twitching as he snatched the black cloth bag and opened it with joy.

I thought I would be greeted by bright and shiny little yellow croakers, but I didn't expect to see several grenades.

"This……"

Huang Jinlong finally came to his senses. No wonder his bunch of useless subordinates became so energetic now, and no wonder their eyes turned into electric fans.

Huang Jinlong pretended to remain calm and raised the cloth bag in his hand.

"Good, I'll take it then!"

After saying that, Huang Jinlong turned around stiffly, holding the cloth bag, and prepared to slowly move up the hill.

By the time he reached the hill, he still had forty or fifty men, and by then he could "fight from top to bottom". Even if he could not wipe out this group of people, he could at least buy himself time to escape.

After taking two steps, Huang Jinlong didn't feel anything unusual, so he plucked up his courage and prepared to run.

"Don't be so anxious, Captain Huang Jinlong of the plainclothes team?"

There was a hard object on Huang Jinlong's waist. If I was not mistaken, it was a loaded box gun.

The golden dragon stayed where he was and raised his hands.

"Please spare me, I didn't see anything. Are you just going to treat me like a fart?"

"Don't worry, take us on a tour first!"

Wang Ming confiscated Huang Jinlong's weapons and asked him to walk up the hill normally.

"Gather the team immediately and collect all the guns! Don't play tricks unless you are faster than the bullet!"

Huang Jinlong nodded tremblingly in agreement. He became a traitor just to survive and make some money, but he never expected to be loyal to the damn emperor.

"Don't dare! Listen to the orders of the hero!"

When they reached the top of the hill, Huang Jinlong gathered the plainclothes team effortlessly. These brainless plainclothes team handed over their box guns without thinking, and then sat in groups of three or four to chat.

The combat effectiveness of the disarmed plainclothes team was not even as good as that of a chicken. Wang Ming quickly gathered them together, tied them up, and prepared to lock them up in a house on a hill.

When the special forces soldiers opened the door, a smell of blood hit them.

"Ready to fight!"

Wang Ming kicked the wooden door open and slipped in. He didn't find any living people, but was stunned by the cruel scene before him.

Wang Ming angrily ran to Huang Jinlong, pointed a box gun at his head, and took him to a civilian house.

A small house of about ten square meters was turned upside down, with four bodies lying on the ground.

A young couple and their two children, one big and one small. The older one looked to be in his teens and the younger one was only five or six years old.

"What did you do?"

"No, my good man, this was all done by the Japanese!"

"You'd better tell me the truth, or I promise to make you live a life worse than death!"

The golden dragon's eyes were erratic, looking around.

Wang Ming had a general idea of ​​what was going on, but there were more important things to do at the moment, so he suppressed his anger.

"Let them dig a hole and bury the four of them! Then let them kneel until we come back!"

The special forces team left three soldiers to watch over the plainclothes team, and the rest followed Huang Jinlong towards the Weihe Stone Bridge.

Looking at the Weihe Stone Bridge from afar, there was a light machine gun position on each bank, with a total of four Type 99 light machine guns, each guarded by ten Japanese soldiers.

Wang Ming, with an angry look on his face, rubbed his face and tried his best to make his expression look better.

"Brothers, cheer up! Kill all of these devils without sparing a single one!"

Huang Jinlong is now in a difficult situation and has no time to care about the lives of the Japanese. He only hopes to lead this group of heroes from unknown origins to the Japanese position and then escape in the chaos.

After greeting from afar, Huang Jinlong raised the basket in his hand and shook it.

"Kameta-kun, roast chicken, so sweet!"

The Japanese soldier Kameda touched his stomach and completely forgot the order not to let the Chinese get close to the stone bridge over the Wei River.

"Huang Sang, friend of the empire!"

Kameda waved his hand, and the special forces members following Huang Jinlong also walked to the Japanese machine gun position and reached into the basket with one hand.

Kameda was not polite at all. He tore off a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, with oil oozing out of his mouth.

"Wow, it's such a treat to be able to eat such delicious roast chicken in this poor place. This is even more delicious than the salted duck I snatched after chopping off dozens of Chinese heads in Nanjing!"

Wang Ming's ears perked up. This old devil came from Nanjing and killed many Chinese?

Wang Ming looked around and found that the soldiers were already in place, so he nodded.

Kameda saw that Wang Ming looked unfamiliar, so he pointed at him with a chicken bone.

"Who are you? Why have I never seen you in the plainclothes team?"