Dada!

  Machine gun fire erupted, bullets whizzing by.

  That man suddenly rushed forward, his gun firing backwards, and in an instant four devils fell.

  However, due to running out of bullets, he was trapped under a small mound, and more than ten devils were still chasing after him.

  "It's all over. Am I, Wei Dajun, going to die here? I'm not willing!" Down the slope, Wei Dajun was filled with a sense of unwillingness.

  As a former Shaolin monk who had practiced martial arts for ten years, he wanted to make a name for himself and joined the 72nd Central Army, but was wounded and captured. Today is his only chance to escape, but unexpectedly, it ended in failure.

  "I'd rather die than not kill another Japanese devil!"

  Wei Dàyǒng's eyes gleamed with a fierce light as he stared at the approaching devils, ready to charge forward and kill one by one.

  At this moment, a dense burst of machine gun fire rang out.

  Hearing the sound of machine guns, Wei Da Yong's heart sank. "Ten years of hard training, and even my wish to kill another devil is going to be in vain?"

  "Huh?"

  Wei Dàyǒng suddenly didn't feel the intense pain of being shot.

  He suddenly turned back to look at the road he came from and was shocked to find that more than a dozen Japanese elite soldiers who had been chasing him earlier were lying on the ground!

  In front of them, dozens of soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms and helmets, holding submachine guns appeared.

  What made Wei Daoyong feel strange was that these soldiers were all blue-eyed and fair-skinned, not Chinese.

  More conspicuous among them was a young man in an overcoat and top hat, smiling at himself.

  "Thanks for saving me, brother!" Wei Dàyǒng said gratefully as he looked at the approaching Niu Bi and a group of American soldiers.

  "No need to be polite, we are all descendants of the Huaxia nation, and these devils must be killed!" Niu Bi walked forward, carefully sizing up Wei Dajun, his eyes gradually brightening. "Brother, what's your name?"

  "My name is Wei Dàyǒng, I am a soldier of the 72nd Division."

  "Because I was injured and caught by the devils, it wasn't easy to find an opportunity to escape. If it weren't for you, brother, I would have ended up here today." Wei Dajun replied truthfully.

  "Great courage, Wei!"

  Niú xīn zhōng pēng pēng zhí tiào, guǒ rán méi yǒu cāi cuò, nán guài gāng gāng kàn dào zhè wèi dà yǒng, gǎn jué shì nà me de shú xī.

  Translation:

  His heart was pounding, and indeed he hadn't guessed wrong, no wonder he felt so familiar when he saw Wei Da Yong just now.

  It turned out to be Wei Dajun played by Zhang Tong, so it seems that this world is actually the world of the TV series "The Sword" after all.

  In Bright Sword, Wei Dajun is a highly skilled martial artist and a great fighter.

  "It's all right, you go find a safe place to rest for a while, wait until I deal with the devils in this prisoner-of-war camp, and then you can leave with us." Niu Bi looked at the devils gathering in front of him, his eyes narrowing.

  He produced 200 American soldiers in the Red Alert world, each holding a submachine gun. How could he not take down these two hundred devils with ten terrifying robots?

  Niu Bi still didn't believe it.

  "Brother, thank you for saving my life. However, I'd like to advise you that the POW camp opposite us has 200 Japanese devils, and they're all elite troops. Your numbers are at a disadvantage, why not let's go find the Eighth Route Army for help?"

  He heard that Niu Bi was going to rely on these fifty or so people to attack and take down the Japanese stronghold, and immediately shook his head as if he were a rattle drum.

  With so few people going forward, it's just sending them to their deaths!

  Those Japanese troops across from him were something he had experienced before. One of their elite could kill three prisoners of war with his bare hands in two minutes!

  He also heard that these elite troops had returned from training in Germany and learned a new combat method recently.

  Fought against the Eighth Route Army, won every battle, zero casualties.

  The Eighth Route Army suffered heavy casualties.

  "Wei brothers, I'm not afraid of these Japanese people, don't worry." Niu Bi nodded to Wei Dàyǒng, letting him feel at ease.

  Niu Bi would never joke about his own life.

  Although there were only fifty American soldiers behind him, another 150 were sent by him to the other side of the prisoner-of-war camp. He was preparing a four-pronged attack, making it difficult for the Japanese devils to cope with.

  This is secondary, and the ten terrifying robots brought from the Red Alert world have also been dispatched by Niu Bi, quietly drilling into the prisoner-of-war camp.

  "Brother, you...... uh......"

  Wei Dàyǒng saw that it was impossible to persuade Niu Bì, so he said immediately: "Forget it, give me a submachine gun, I want to go with you to kill the enemy."

  "Wei brothers, you are exhausted at this moment, just wait for our news."

  Niu Bi looked at the injuries on Wei Da Yong's body and patted his shoulder.

  Wei Dajun saw that he could not persuade Niu Bi, so he sighed and went towards the forest in the back.

  He barely escaped, physically and mentally exhausted, indeed very tired.

  Need a rest.

  ……

  At this moment, in the prisoner-of-war camp, Yamamoto was looking at the map on the wall, studying how to take down Li Yunlong's independent regiment.

  He had received intelligence that Li Yunlong was removed from his position as commander of the Independent Regiment due to repeated disobedience to superior orders.

  As long as Li Yunlong is not around, Yamamoto believes that he can annihilate this independent regiment within half a month.

  "Colonel, something's wrong! The enemy is attacking!"

  Just then, a guard rushed in to report.

  "Enemy attack?"

  Yamamoto's brow furrowed and he said, "Is it that Kōng Jié's independent regiment or Chǔ Yún Fēi's people?"

  Yamamoto was clear in his mind that among these people, only two were a bit stronger, and the others he didn't take seriously.

  However, Yamamoto Taizo has already learned new tactics from Germany, and now the task is how long it will take to eliminate these two people.

  "Colonel, this time it's not an independent regiment, nor is it Chu Yunfei's people, but a group of unfamiliar troops, some of whom appear to be American."

  The guard replied.

  "An American? Are you sure?" Major Yamamoto was stunned. This was an Asian battlefield, how could there possibly be Americans here?

  "Colonel, affirmative."

  "Take me to see it, if I find out you're lying, I'll kill you on the spot!" Yamamoto Taisho didn't believe him at all, with his hand resting on the hilt of his samurai sword, he walked out with his head held high and chest out.

  Just then, the window made a clanging sound and an iron thing drilled in.

  "What is... what is this thing?"

  Yamamoto Taiza looked at the terrifying robot in front of him and immediately pulled out his gun, bang bang bang bang!

  But he soon found out that everything was in vain.

  The bullet hit the spider, sparks flew everywhere, and a metallic ringing sound was heard.

  Crack!

  A terrifying robot wandered around in the room, its iron foot instantly cutting off the throat of the guard.

  The guard's hands grasped his own throat, and he didn't even have time to let out a miserable cry before falling down.

  "Come in!"

  Seeing this situation, Yamamoto Taishō let out a loud cry and took advantage of the gap to run out.

  "This..."

  Yamamoto looked at the situation outside with a very unpleasant expression.

  Enemies are all around, and more than 60 of our over 200 men have already died.

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