Whether it was the guard platoon soldiers who were familiar with Hammer or Fang Shiheng, they were actually extremely nervous at this moment.

Although Hammer has had practical experience in hunting wild boars, in terms of size and weight, the wolf green dog has an absolute advantage.

Moreover, the Wolf Green Dog can become a special military dog ​​for the Japanese Army, which is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

This dog is not an original Japanese breed, but is a cross between German shepherd and Japanese fighting dogs. It has both the IQ and strength of German shepherd, as well as the ferocious and bloodthirsty characteristics of fighting dogs.

In the Northeast, the Kwantung Army even cruelly used living people to train the aggression of Wolf Green Dogs, and Wolf Green Dogs did not disappoint the trust of the Japanese Army and became their best helper in searching.

But in fact, the main business of Wolf Green Dog is not used to kill people. It is the Japanese nation's "tightening the eyes and fingers" to urinate. If there are planes and cannons, they will do such useless work.

The wolf green dogs bred for a lot of time and money are mainly used for tracking and communication, so the dog breed is not as strong as the German shepherd, but is more slender and tall.

Four legs are slender, and running is its advantage, but if you really want to fight, you are too tall, which is a flaw.

During the war, in order to deal with this cruel wolf dog, the Chinese army specifically looked for a short-legged native dog called the "bench dog" in Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas to target its weaknesses. The dog breed is also fierce and aggressive, and especially likes to use its solid figure to bite the dog's throat.

The trained Chinese native dog met Wolf Green on the battlefield, and Wolf Green Dog had almost no wins.

The reason why "Hammer" was named Hammer by Tang Dao is actually related to its figure. Although it was very thin at that time, its skeleton was wide and its four legs were also very thick. Tang Dao instinctively thought of it as if it was eating, drinking, and growing fat and strong.

Perhaps the hammer with the gene "bench dog" is already considered a big one in the Chinese pastoral dog, but compared with the wolf green dog, which is nearly one meter tall, it is half a head shorter.

Therefore, the wolf green dog can easily bow his head and bite the hammer's neck.

But the wolf green dog underestimated the wisdom of the Chinese native dog who was about to be bitten by it. From the moment the two dogs collided, it was deceived by the hammer.

So, the soldiers who were shocked but had no choice but to do anything to do saw this scene.

Just as the wolf green dog bit the bloody mouth, the hammer that rushed forward exerted force and suddenly "brake"!

The wolf green dog's big mouth bit the empty, but the sharp canine teeth still gained after all. The three-centimeter-long canine teeth passed through the hammer's cheek, leaving a deep blood mark.

But compared with the fatal injury that was about to be bitten into the neck with one bite, this injury was absolutely nothing. The soldiers watching the battle relaxed slightly.

The next moment, the hammer, which was already covered in blood on the dog's face, suddenly turned his head, exerted force on his four legs, and bit the neck of the tall and large wolf green dog.

This is the legendary backlash! Fang Shiheng and the soldiers opened their mouths in disbelief.

Dog, once you become smart, will there be nothing wrong with anyone?

This is the key point. The wolf green dog suddenly attacked rolled on the spot with a hammer in horror, and his four claws twitched desperately on the hammer, trying to pull the insidious opponent off him.

But after searching for a long time, Hammer was willing to risk giving up the initiative to get such a fatal blow. So he might give up so easily? No matter how the wolf green dog rolled, or the dog hair that the wolf green dog's sharp claws drew straight on his body, he just insisted that the green mountains would not relax and firmly bit the wolf green dog's neck.

Like humans, dogs need to transport oxygen from the trachea to the lungs. The wolf-green dog whose trachea and arteries are bitten have limited oxygen. However, they struggle so violently that they undoubtedly consume a large amount of oxygen in their bodies, pushing it into the abyss of death.

Within a minute, the struggle of the wolf green dog gradually became calm, but the hammer still bit it tightly. It was not until two minutes later that the wolf green dog's huge body completely returned to silence, and then he let go of his mouth.

He shook his hair all over his body, looked coldly at his opponent who was dead under his mouth, and turned his eyes to the soldiers who were looking at it with concern, grinned, spit out his long tongue, and swayed his tail a few times.

It seemed as if I was talking to these soldiers: Look, I’m doing a good job!

The dog was showing off his achievements to his comrades, but the sun shone on the bald hair, and the dog's face was even more bloody but extremely proud.

"Really, it is a warrior! Our Chinese warrior! I see courage, wisdom and strength in it!" This is Fang Shiheng's summary of a dog at the subsequent battlefield summary meeting.

Undoubtedly, such a hammer deserves such praise!

What's wrong with a native dog? As long as you dare to fight, the wolfhound will also be killed.

This is quite similar to the villagers who are trying their best to compete with the Japanese army on this battlefield.

Although they paid a heavy price enough, they almost wiped out half of the Japanese infantry squad.

Of course, if two snipers had not taken the lead in killing the Japanese machine gunners, dozens of Chinese soldiers who were rushing forward at high speed on the periphery involved most of the energy of the Japanese infantry. No matter how brave they were or their martial arts were superb, they would never have achieved their current results.

But the main reason for deciding to win the final battle is to have the courage to fight back. Without their almost decisive blow, Lao Hei's guard platoon and Gu Xishui's special operations team would have to pay a considerable price even if they wanted to wipe out the Japanese army here.

The warriors themselves decided to win the war. Looking at the hammers with scars all over their bodies but standing beside their own battle results, the soldiers in the guard platoon obviously had a deeper understanding of what Tang Dao often said.

Lao Hei and another soldier did not have time to pay attention to the battlefield there. His main energy was to be surrounded by Okamoto Asahiro, who was still holding the samurai sword tightly.

Looking at the heavily armed Chinese soldiers coming and the Chinese villagers staring at him with red eyes, Okamoto Asahiro knew that he had no luck.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! But he must die like a warrior, rather than being killed by the Chinese without any resistance, especially not being able to die at the hands of those villagers.

"Who dares to fight me?" Okamoto Asahiro held the knife in both hands and pointed at the crowd fiercely.

A bravery came to my face.

However, his slightly trembling legs betrayed him, and his fear of death made his heart not as strong as it seemed.

"Do you want to die in a glorious battle?" Lao Hei sneered disdainfully.

Okamoto Hiroshima held the knife handle with all his strength, tried his best to eliminate the fear of death, and his eyes fixed on the Chinese soldiers who spoke.

The Chinese have always been the highest-ranking people to speak first, and several Chinese soldiers were around him. The Japanese Army Chief Cao was sure that Lao Hei was their commander.

If they can defeat their commander before dying, it will be considered a loss.

"Then I can't do what you want!" Lao Hei's next sentence made Okamoto Asahiro's heart fall into an ice cellar.

"Baga! Coward!" Okamoto Asahiro rushed forward with a angrily scolding.

Xueliang pointed directly at the tip of the knife, Lao Hei, who held a gun in one hand but did not act in a good combat posture.

Okamoto Asahiro's steps were not big, but the frequency was extremely fast. In just two seconds, his knife could pierce Lao Hei's chest, who was six meters away from him.

This is an extremely typical trapped beast fighting, but it is very dangerous.

Several villagers with certain fighting experience dispersed while their fears changed.

The extremely tight encirclement just now suddenly appeared, and a hint of joy flashed in Okamoto Asahiro's eyes.

This is exactly what he wants.

From the initial despair to the war that seemed to strive to maintain the honor of the Imperial Japanese Army, it was actually just part of the plan he decided in the flash.

From the beginning, this Japanese veteran never thought of dying, he wanted to live.

He knew that with his just killing three Chinese villagers in a row, even if he surrendered, the Chinese villagers who were red-eyed and dared to trade their lives for their lives would not spare him.

He has to fight for all the vitality himself.

So, he took the lead in attacking, temporarily forced the Chinese to retreat with his blade, revealing the gap in the encirclement circle that he saw.

Yes, it’s useless to expose the gap in the encirclement. It’s all Chinese here, and he can’t escape, but after the encirclement, there is a young Chinese woman. Holding that Chinese woman hostage is his only life.

The current situation is all in his plan, only the last piece of the puzzle is missing.

He was waiting for the black-faced soldier opposite to shoot.

As long as Lao Hei uses the gun to block or counter-spin, he will use this trick to escape and jump out of the gap and hold the knife to the neck of the young Chinese woman who should have been frightened.

The Chinese villagers instinctively avoided their attacks, but Okamoto Aohiro believed that the Chinese commander would not retreat. Faced with his quick strike, he had to fight back.

His escape plan has been completed by 80%, only this last move is the only one left.

"Bang!" A gunshot was heard.

Awakened Okamoto Asahiro from his beautiful dream.

Chinese people not only have bayonets, but also guns and various guns.

This Chinese army is definitely the elite among the elite. Not only are they equipped with Type 38 rifles, some also carry submachine guns on their backs, and some have mullet guns on their waists.

A severe pain came. Okamoto, who was struggling forward, weakened his legs and rolled on the ground several times. He raised his head and looked at Lao Hei in despair.

A soldier beside him was holding a mullet in his hand, and there was a faint blue smoke at the muzzle.

Obviously, from the beginning, the Chinese had no intention of playing with him as a warrior honor, and they had enough guns to beat him into honeycombs.

Although he knew that it was almost impossible for him to get a real answer, after looking at the bullet hole in his thigh that was penetrated by a bullet, he still asked unwillingly: "Why?"

"Bang!" Another gunshot was answered.

It was still the gun fired by the Chinese soldier.

This shot hit Okamoto Asahiro Okamoto's wrist.

The samurai sword that he couldn't bear to throw away when he rolled, finally fell into dust.

Then, a soldier came forward with a rifle and threw the sweaty Okamoto Akahara to the ground with a strong gun. He groped around his waist for a while without finding a grenade. Then he nodded to Lao Hei, who had been looking at his prey coldly, and nodded to indicate that the danger was completely lifted.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill you!" A 30-year-old villager was about to rush up with a stick and hit Okamoto Akahara, who was already in pain and sweaty face.

A few more rational villagers hurriedly held him back, "Don't be impulsive, it's always useful for the boss to keep him alive. When the boss finishes asking, it's not too late to kill the dog."

"Haha! A Japanese squad leader has a bird for him. If he doesn't kill him, I just..." Lao Hei smiled slightly when he saw the complete annihilation of the Japanese army.

But I feel even more fond of the people in this small village.

Not only is the whole village strong enough, but these farmers are quite eye-catching.

"I am the team leader!" Okamoto Asahiro looked at Lao Hei, weak but full of desire to claim his military post.

This Chinese soldier not only cut off his escape route extremely coldly, but now he even had to peel off his last glimmer of honor? This is something that Okamoto Asahiro, who finally got to this position, could not bear.

Of course, more important than shame, an infantry squad leader is useless, but what about the second lieutenant-level squad leader? Maybe the Chinese need intelligence? Then isn't he useful?

When a person lives, he must be valuable, and value may allow a person to live.

"Haha! Is that right? I didn't expect it to be the captain!" Lao Hei couldn't help but smile, and strode forward and stepped on Okamoto Asahiro's chest. The next words made Okamoto Asahiro fall into the abyss.
To be continued...