A magazine of 30,000 rounds, you call it Hanyang

Chapter 311 Niu Dashan: Who else!

"Unarmed combat? What the hell are you thinking, little devils? If we crush you to death right now, it would be like crushing a bunch of ants. Do you think we need to fight you?"

Li Yunlong snorted coldly, too lazy to waste time on these devils.

"This must be Captain Li Yunlong. I've long heard of your great name."

Saburo Hirano recognized Li Yunlong at a glance.

In the Japanese army, the portraits of Zheng Kaixuan and Li Yunlong had long been circulated, and almost no one did not know them.

"Captain Zheng, Captain Li, are you Chinese soldiers only able to rely on your weapons to win, and don't you have the courage to duel with our Great Sun Empire's locust army?"

Saburo Hirano simply resorted to provocation.

He knew that he was going to die, but at this moment he was willing to give up. After all, if he could delay a little longer, he could live a little longer.

"Damn it, I'll kill these bastards..."

Li Yunlong was so angry that he pulled out his gun, but Zheng Kaixuan grabbed him.

"Lao Li, since they want to play, let's play with them."

Zhao Gang frowned.

"Old Zheng, be careful, there's a trap. Don't fall for the Japanese's delaying tactics."

Zheng Kaixuan waved his hand.

"It's okay, everything is under control, brothers, you can go and have fun."

Zheng Kaixuan had already checked and found that there were no Japanese reinforcements within a few kilometers.

As for hand-to-hand combat, the Sharp Knife Group has never been afraid of anyone!

It is no exaggeration to say that every soldier in the Logistics Weapons Support Battalion is a master of fighting.

Many soldiers had no chance to fight in normal times and had never fought the Japanese face to face.

Zheng Kaixuan planned to take this opportunity to let them practice and boost their morale.

"Your name is Hirano Saburo, right? We, the Sharp Blade Group, accept your challenge."

"Martial arts originated in China. The Chinese are your ancestors."

"Today I will make you understand that your Bushido means nothing in front of our ancestors."

Saburo Hirano looked unconvinced, but he did not dare to refute, for fear that the people from the Sharp Knife Group would get angry and attack them directly.

"Captain Zheng, please stop being so quick-witted. You Chinese have an old saying: 'To tell the difference between a mule and a horse, take them out for a walk.' We'll only know after a fight: which is better, your Chinese Kung Fu or the Bushido of our Great Day Locust Army?"

"Captain Zheng, tell me, how do you plan to compete? Best of three, or?"

Zheng Kaixuan shook his head.

"Since we're going to compete, let's have a good one. What's the point of a best-of-three match?"

"So, Captain Zheng, what do you mean?"

Zheng Kaixuan has sent people to count the number of remaining Japanese soldiers.

As of now, including Saburo Hirano, there are a total of 178 Japanese devils left.

"You have 178 people. How about we send out the same number of people to fight one on one?"

"Yoshi! Okay! Captain Zheng, it's settled then. Whoever wins more than ninety games wins!"

"However, a mere competition like this would be a bit boring. Even if it's a competition, there has to be some stakes. What if the locust army wins?"

Zheng Kaixuan looked at Saburo Hirano with disdain.

"There is no if, you will lose."

"What if we win? Will Captain Zheng be willing to let us go?"

Zheng Kaixuan shook his head slowly.

"There's no such thing as a chance. Even if you win, you can't escape. There's only one ending for you today: death!"

Zheng Kaixuan would never do such a losing business!

The competition with the Japanese was just to relieve the soldiers' boredom. No matter what the outcome was, he would never allow the Japanese to leave here alive.

Zheng Kai turned his head and looked at the soldiers of the spearhead regiment.

"Brothers, this match is a matter of winning or losing, as well as life or death. My requirement is simple: you must win! Anyone who loses to the devil will be subject to military court!"

The soldiers of the spearhead regiment immediately became energized and responded in unison.

"Please rest assured, Captain! We will complete the mission!"

"Captain, I'll fight in the first round!"

A big black man put down the gun in his hand, took off his bulletproof vest, and strode towards him with his bare chest.

This person is none other than the commander of the guard battalion, Niu Dashan!

Niu Dashan was over two meters tall and weighed more than three hundred kilograms. When he walked, he swayed like a small mountain, scaring the Japanese soldiers so much that they retreated again and again.

"Okay! You're the battalion commander, so I'll leave this first phase to you."

Zheng Kaixuan still believed in Niu Dashan's abilities. In the entire spearhead operation team, Niu Dashan could be said to be one of the best in terms of skills.

Li Yunlong's guard company commander, a monk, was born in Shaolin Temple and his kung fu was superb. However, he had a competition with Niu Dashan a few days ago and after a fight, he lost to Niu Dashan without any suspense.

It was simply because Niu Dashan was too strong. The two men were simply not in the same weight class.

If boxers were classified according to the weight classes of later generations, the monk could only be considered a featherweight or lightweight player, while Niu Dashan was a heavyweight player of the largest class.

"Hahaha! Little devils, who among you who isn't afraid of death, come out and tickle Grandpa's itch?"

At this moment, all the Japanese soldiers were disarmed and were not allowed to carry any weapons.

A group of Japanese soldiers looked at each other, and couldn't help but retreat, and no one dared to move forward.

Saburo Hirano's face turned pale and blue. Just now he was bragging about how powerful the Bushido in their daily life was, but now, not even a single Japanese soldier dared to step forward.

"You, go up and fight him."

Saburo Hirano grabbed a taller Japanese soldier from the crowd and pushed him directly in front of Niu Dashan.

To say that he is tall is only compared with the group of devils in front of him. In fact, the devils who were pushed out are only about 1.6 meters tall.

There is no harm without comparison.

Compared with Niu Dashan who is more than two meters tall, this little Japanese soldier looks as weak as a pumpkin.

"Baba, Baga..."

The Japanese soldier was trembling and was about to curse a few times to give himself courage, but Niu Dashan stepped forward, stretched out his palm as big as a palm fan, and slapped him hard.

"Pfft..."

The Japanese soldier was dizzy from the blow, turned around three times on the spot, and fell to the ground.

Niu Dashan walked quickly to the front of the Japanese soldier, and while the Japanese soldier had not yet reacted, he picked up the Japanese soldier like a chicken and held him above his head.

"Fuck you!"

Niu Dashan exerted force with his arms, and the Japanese soldier was thrown out in an instant, falling into a ravine dozens of meters deep, where he was smashed to pieces.

"boom!"

"Snapped!"

"Crack!"

"Hey!"

With just a wave of his hands, Niu Dashan fought eighteen consecutive battles, and all eighteen Japanese soldiers were killed on the spot without exception!

Niu Dashan opened his eyes wide and glared at the group of Japanese soldiers, scaring them so much that they retreated and trembled.

"Who else!"