Almost at the same time when Wang Yan disappeared outside the wall, a tall senior Japanese officer with the rank of colonel on his shoulder hurried in from the main entrance.

This Japanese colonel is either someone else, or the captain of the special agent team, Yamamoto Ichiki.

At this time, the battle in the yard was basically over. Except for Wei Dayong and Wang Yan who fled over the wall, the remaining nearly a hundred prisoners of war in the national army had all been shot and killed.

Yamamoto Ichiki soon saw the deputy captain, Sato Shichi, in the middle of the corpse.

It was the Japanese officer who died of a broken neck bone by Wei Dayong just now.

"Baga! What's going on?" Yamamoto's face immediately collapsed.

The members of the special agent team were all elites from a hundred, and the two deputy captains and the three combat team leaders had been trained in Berlin with him.

Even the instructor, Colonel Homan, praised them all the time.

A deputy captain died like this, which made Yamamoto Kazuki feel very sad.

Another deputy captain, Hide Takizawa, also briefly said what had just happened.

After pausing, Takizawa Hideya said again: "Girl Colonel, these two Chinese prisoners of war are not far away. Please allow me to lead the first group to chase them and avenge Sato Kwan."

"Baga!" Yamamoto Ichiki slapped Takizawa Hideya's face.

Takizawa Hide was also stunned by the slap and looked at Yamamoto Ichiki with a confused look on his face.

Yamamoto Ichiki turned his attention to other team members and said earnestly: "You always remember that Yamamoto's special forces are a strategic-level armed force, and tactical-level targets are not worth our attacks. The two Chinese prisoners of war who escaped are just ordinary soldiers, and they are not even qualified to be targets!"

"Hayi!" The team members paused.

...

Let’s talk about Wang Yan and Wei Dayong.

The Yamamoto Agents' team did not chase after it, which does not mean that the Japanese in the prisoner-of-war camp would not chase it.

There was a riot in the prisoner-of-war camp and two prisoners of war were fled. This was not a trivial matter. According to military rules, the person in charge would be sent to a military court or to thank him for his gratitude.

So the prisoner-of-war camp sent an infantry squad to chase and kill.

Wang Yan was fine because he only stayed in the prisoner-of-war camp for one day and was in good physical condition.

But Wei Dayong was not able to do it. The injuries he suffered in the Xinkou Battle have not been completely healed, and the prisoners of war camp have poor food, so they can only barely lose their lives.

Not long after running, Wei Dayong's physical strength began to be exhausted.

Fortunately, this is the mountainous area in northwest Shanxi. After escaping from the town where the prisoner-of-war camp is located, he quickly entered the mountainous area, which provided excellent cover for the two of them.

Otherwise, with the Japanese's marksmanship, the two of them might not have the chance to escape.

Even so, they were still chased and dangerously. From time to time, bullets flew past the heads of the two of them, and then splattered snow on the mountain walls by the roadside.

Wei Dayong quickly sweated like slurry and began to breathe heavily.

Wang Yan knew that Wei Dayong's physical fitness was almost at its limit.

But the Japanese pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer.

Wang Yan's eyes subconsciously turned to the front of the mountain road.

As expected, Zhao Gang, the new political commissar of the Independent League, should be just not far ahead.

After Wei Dayong fell to the ground and fell into a coma, Zhao Gang led his men to repel the Japanese pursuers and rescue Wei Dayong.

But the problem is, Wang Yan is not sure where Zhao Gang is?

So Wang Yan decided to save himself and could not pin his hopes on others.

Wang Yan turned around and asked Wei Dayong, "Monk, can it still work?"

Wang Yan asked without any end, but Wei Dayong understood and gasped, "It's no problem to kill four!"

"Then let's fight!" Wang Yan said that, he went to one side of the mountain road, and Wei Dayong hid on the other side.

This mountain road is like a gate. Wang Yan and Wei Dayong hid behind the cliff walls on both sides of the mountain road. The Japanese would never find them unless they walked in front of them and looked back.

...

The front of the mountain road is about a hundred meters away.

Three Tujiao Route Army members in gray cloth uniforms were hiding behind a pile of earth covered with snow. They looked here nervously. The Tujiao Route Army members lying in front were thin and fair-skinned, looking like a scholar.

Yes, this white-faced scholar is Zhao Gang, the newly appointed political commissar of the Independent Regiment of the 386th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army.

"Give me the gun." Zhao Gang took the rifle from a guard and pointed the muzzle forward.

Through the rifle's door, Zhao Gang clearly saw two ragged and blood-stained national troops running over from the corner of the mountain road. One of them was already staggering and was about to fall.

Then, Zhao Gang saw the two national troops suddenly hiding on both sides of the mountain road.

About half a minute later, a group of Japanese suddenly appeared on the mountain road.

Zhao Gang immediately aimed at the front of the Japanese Chief Cao through the rifle's shot.

However, Zhao Gang did not fire a rashly because he didn't know what the two national troops wanted to do?

The Japanese chasing forward with bayonets did not find the two national troops hiding under the cliffs on both sides of the mountain road.

In a blink of an eye, half of the Japanese had already run to the front of the two national armies. The leader of the Japanese, Chang Cao, finally realized something was wrong and waved his hand to stop the team.

At this moment, the two national troops suddenly rushed out.

Because he was focused on looking at the group of devils, Zhao Gang saw it very clearly.

The two national troops approached the two Japanese with just one step, and then with just one punch, the chests of the two Japanese who were attacked suddenly collapsed.

The two Japanese sneered and collapsed on the ground like mud.

Zhao Gang couldn't believe his eyes. He killed two Japanese devils with one meeting?

At this time, the Japanese in charge gave the order, and in order to avoid accidental injury, the remaining Japanese men pulled the bolts and pulled the bullets in the chamber out.

Just as the Japanese pulled the gun and bolted the bullets, the two national troops killed two more.

Moreover, the way of death was exactly the same, and the sternum was collapsed by the Kuomintang army with one punch.

In a blink of an eye, four Japanese were already dead, but the remaining eleven Japanese were finally ready to assassinate and surrounded the two national armies in the middle.

Seeing this, Zhao Gang decisively pulled the trigger.

"Soldiers!" A crisp gunshot sounded.

The head of the Japanese devil Cao was shot in the forehead and fell to the ground.

Cao Chang was killed, and the remaining Japanese were immediately stunned.

The two national armies were not affected at all, and instead took action more fiercely.

In the blink of an eye, the two national troops each killed two Japanese soldiers, Zhao Gang killed two more, and Xiao Zhao, the guard who escorted him, also killed one.

The remaining three Japanese finally panicked and turned around and wanted to escape.

A national army immediately chased after him and killed one with bare hands.

The remaining two were shot dead by Zhao Gang, and the entire Japanese army was destroyed.

Confirm that there were no more Japanese behind, Zhao Gang stood up.
Chapter completed!