Blood and dazzling blood were almost everywhere. More than a dozen people took off their shirts and lined up, waving their whips and constantly whipping the workers tied to the pillars. What's cruel is that there were barbs on the whip. Every whip would bring a long blood mark, which would pull out the injured person's flesh and blood together!

There were several fat puppet soldiers standing next to them. At this time, their souls had already been sold to foreign animals, and they kept smirking and pouring salt water on the workers. This kind of pain could not be withstood by ordinary people, even iron-killed soldiers!

"The two Japanese devils who said the dogs have a shot to kill me, otherwise I wouldn't let you go even if I go to the Hall of Hell!"

A strong young man with blood on his face and roared at the watering puppet soldiers with blood foam in his mouth, but the fat man in front of him was not concerned at all, and he smiled and said, "Hehe, there are so many poor people who want to trouble me, Mr. Ning, I don't care about you, and if you don't hand over the Communist Party in the mine, you can't die easily!"

"Bah! I, Cao, you eight generations of ancestors!"

A mouthful of bloody spit was sprayed onto the fat pig's face. Fatty Ning was so angry that he was so embarrassed that he shouted to the thug beside him: "Give me a fight, and beat him to death, see if he will still not!"

The strong man next to him was about to wave the whip, but suddenly he saw the young man smiling. He had no idea for a moment and turned his head to look at the fat pig. The fat puppet army was immediately happy: "Huh, I said, do you think the whip is not painful enough? You can still smile?"

The young man blinked at him, then continued to smile and said, "I laughed at you for not knowing that you are about to die. This time, you have entered the eighteenth level of hell first, don't blame me for not informing you in advance!"

The fat man was furious and turned around and prepared to go to the table to get the knife. However, before his hand touched the hilt, a strange sound came from his throat: "Who are you?"

Zhao Hu reached out and took off the helmet on his head, revealing his heart-pounding third eye, and looked at a group of puppet soldiers coldly: "I? Humph, have Erlang Shen heard of it?"

"puff!"

A stench suddenly appeared in the punishment room. The fat man was incontinent and knelt on the ground. He ignored the stains on the ground and kept kowtowing and shouting: "Good king, please spare me, please spare me, this is all done by the Japanese who forced us to do it, it's not our business!"

When Zhao Hu saw the two Japanese sitting at the table, he drew his sword calmly and said with a smile: "A group of boneless things, look at the Japanese Japanese, they will not surrender until they die, and they can still have the courage to draw swords and resist. On the contrary, you are the ones who are accomplicing the tiger, but they pee their pants at the end and take action!"

The order was issued without warning, and several people around him shot at the same time. The fat man kneeling on the ground was shot into the back of his head by a bullet and fell to the ground without saying a word. He never thought that until his death, the legendary Erlang Shen did not even leave him a chance to make meritorious deeds, and directly issued a killing order.

Zhao Hu shot the Japanese on the right with a shot. The one holding the knife on the left side of the blade, and the eight-mm bullet hit the knife surface without bias. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the old Japanese on the left kicked the alarm under the table. Soon, a crying sirens sounded underground!

"Puff puff puff!"

Zhao Hu shot the Japanese who escaped his life three times in a row, but the entire labor area began to get messy. The angrily shouts of the Japanese outside, the shooting of the first battalion supporting firepower, and the noise of many workers were suddenly in chaos!

A row of perpetrators were all knocked down. When a soldier went to rescue the tied comrades, the young man who had just spoken suddenly said, "Don't worry about me for now, go and rescue the comrades in the basement. If it's too late, you will be killed by the Japanese!"

The two soldiers were stunned and their movements slowed down. Zhao Hu saw the young man facing the room and shouted: "It's the wooden door. Behind the wooden door is an underground passage. The Japanese have heavy machine guns below. Comrades, be careful!"

As they spoke, the bayonet and the others rushed inside, and with just one kick, they stomped open the wooden door. As the big soldier rolled to the side, they heard a pheasant cry sounding below.

"Gee, gee!"

The long line of fire rushed out to the ground in a fan-shaped manner with a squeaking sound. The bullet hit the roof above his head, making a "rattle" sound. Needless to say, the tiles on the roof had cracked into pieces!

With a swing of the bayonet, a grenade had fallen to the secret passage. Then, after a muffled sound, thick smoke rushed to the ground, choking several people to cough!

"Big hammer!"

Zhao Hu shouted loudly. A team member next to him had loaded grenades and half-kneeled toward the secret passage. A team member behind him pulled it and suddenly saw a tongue of flame spurting out from behind the bazooka. At the same time, the huge warhead was kicked and suddenly penetrated into the ground!

"boom!"

Countless smoke and dust were mixed with various wood chips, and the debris soared into the sky. The strong explosion made his ears buzz. Before the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, Zhao Hu took the lead in rushing to the ground. This was the season for the Japanese below to be confused, and it was also the best time to attack!

With the dim light underground, Zhao Hu rolled in close proximity to the door. The original iron door had been hit by a big hammer and was lying behind the door frame. Two of the four machine gunners were pressed by the iron door, and the other two were covered in blood and fell to the spot and kept twitching. They could not live for five minutes!

The dog had already removed the heavy radio station. At this time, he was Zhao Hu's personal bodyguard. Two flash bombs were thrown into the smokey basement. The man also rolled to the right, and with Zhao Hu, one left and one right, blocking the way out of the Japanese inside.

After two muffled sounds, he stared at the dozen Japanese in the smoke and suddenly put down their guns, covered their eyes with both hands, and rolled in the miserable squad. No wonder, this kind of flash bomb is the standard configuration of the special forces, and it is inevitable that they don’t recognize it!

"Boop, Bowl" A series of rapid and rhythmic gunfire sounded one after another. The team members with white scarves on their arms were like ghosts in the dark. During the several ups and downs, they had cleared the survivors in the passage and divided their troops to assault on both wings.

Zhao Hu and Baekabad ran forward along the tunnel. Finally, at the end of the road ahead, they found two figures confronting the team members.

"Call your heads from the Eighth Route Army to come over, otherwise I will tear the votes!"

Zhao Hu couldn't help but be stunned. It's really rare to meet bandits here.

He and the bayonet slid into the two sides of the passage and looked through the gap of the Japanese corpse. At the end of the passage, there was a short figure, holding a knife to force a woman with blood on her face. The woman, regardless of the sharp blade on her neck, was shouting for the team members to shoot and die with the Japanese behind her!

Both team members aimed at the front, but unfortunately the Japanese were too short and hidden, which made them unable to start. They were so anxious that they were sweating profusely, but they had no choice but to do anything.

Zhao Hu turned his head and glanced at the bayonet, and his eyes turned to the upper right corner at the same time. The bayonet understood it carefully. He immediately raised the gun and pointed it at the armpit of the woman being held hostage.

The two shots almost at the same time, and the bullets crossed left and right, rubbed the bluestone wall under the woman's armpits, and shot towards the end of the passage. With two "whimpering" sounds, the rebounded bullets silently penetrated into the waist of the Japanese behind!

The Japanese suffered a pain and raised his right hand reflexively outwards. The woman in front of him was relieved. He rushed forward and gave the Japanese to the two team members.

"Puff"

The two bullets accurately shot the Japanese in the face. He opened his eyes wide and fell in disbelief. He never expected why the opponent's bullet could turn. After two ejections, he still had the remaining energy to shoot into his waist!

The two team members looked at Zhao Hu and the bayonet, their eyes full of respect. These were two jumpers and could also form cross firepower. No matter who it was, without long-term cooperation and understanding, they would definitely not be able to use this classic gun technique!

Zhao Hu stopped the gunman and whispered, then said to the two team members: "Don't be stunned, I've gone to rescue the wounded and rescue the laborers!"
Chapter completed!