Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Chapter 219 Blood for blood

The Japanese soldier who was nailed to the wall by the iron spear struggled for a few times, then his body drooped and he farted.

The Japanese soldier hanging on the meat hook was still screaming and struggling hard. Having his jaw hooked was not a fatal injury. While screaming, he grabbed the upper end of the meat hook with both hands and kicked hard with his feet, trying to free himself from the hook.

But it was not so easy to break free. The meat hook was long and sharp. It pierced the Japanese soldier's chin, then his tongue, and came out of his mouth. The pain was so severe that it was beyond words.

The Japanese soldier screamed heart-wrenchingly like a pig being slaughtered. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get free. But it didn't kill him, and not much blood was shed. It caused him extreme pain but didn't cause much loss of life.

The Japanese soldiers who were committing crimes inside and outside several nearby houses heard the screams and rushed over with guns. There were three Japanese soldiers in total.

"Ah, Nagasawa-kun, how did you hang yourself up there with a hook? How did you do that?" The first Japanese soldier to arrive asked in surprise.

The Japanese soldier Nagasawa had his tongue hooked and could not speak, he could only scream.

The two Japanese soldiers who came later also looked incredulous. When they saw Li Bu nailed to the wall by a spear, they immediately realized that there must be other people in the butcher's house. The three Japanese soldiers quickly became alert. They formed a triangular formation and slowly approached the door of the butcher's house, ignoring Nagasawa who was screaming.

At this moment, a Japanese soldier who was slightly behind on the left suddenly stopped, and a sharp knife pierced through his chest and disappeared in an instant. The Japanese soldier fell to the side in disbelief.

The Japanese soldier on the right noticed something unusual about his companion out of the corner of his eye, turned his head and was shocked. He had just raised his rifle when his head was chopped off by a bloody sharp blade.

The Japanese soldier walking in front with a gun was unaware of anything at this time. When he heard the sound of someone falling behind him and felt something was wrong, he just turned around and another sharp Japanese sword came towards him.

The knife flashed, and with a "puff" sound, the Japanese soldier's eyes widened, the rifle in his hand fell to the ground, blood oozed from the center line of his forehead, and his body fell backwards to the ground with a thud.

Seeing such a horrific scene, Changze, the Japanese soldier who was caught on the meat hook, was frightened out of his wits. He screamed, grabbed the hook, endured the unbearable pain and pulled it up with all his might.

Just when he was about to break free from the hook, Zhang Yunhe swung his knife and cut off Changze's left arm at the shoulder and fell to the ground.

"Ah--" Nagasawa's right arm could not support his own weight, and his body fell heavily. His jaw suddenly pulled the iron hook, and the pain made him almost faint.

Zhang Yunhe walked to the other side and swung a knife to chop down. Changze's right arm was also cut off and fell off. At this time, his whole body was completely hanging on the iron hook, his feet kicking and kicking randomly, and the more he struggled, the more painful it became.

The long screams finally attracted other Japanese soldiers, and two more Japanese soldiers heard the screams and ran over.

"What's going on? Why is he hanging there?" asked the Japanese soldier on the left who had just run over. He did not act rashly and was very vigilant.

The Japanese soldier on the right looked serious: "I don't know, there are several dead on the ground, there must be an ambush in the house, be careful!"

Zhang Yunhe hid behind them and killed one with a knife. Before the other one could react, he hooked his chin with an iron hook and hung him on the butcher rack while he struggled violently.

One on the left and one on the right, two Japanese soldiers had their arms chopped off and were hanging on the meat rack. They screamed in pain and kicked and kicked hard with their legs.

Zhang Yunhe wanted to use this method to fish, and he dealt with three waves of Japanese soldiers in succession, a total of six people. After that, he killed the Japanese soldier hanging on the meat rack and turned around and left.

He went to the west end of the village, because he found through the holographic image that the other Japanese devils were basically at the west end of the village, and the Japanese devils at the east end of the village had been eliminated.

As he walked along, the ground was littered with the corpses and blood of villagers, including men, women, young and old, and babies. Up to this point, he had not seen a single living villager.

It was not until he reached the west end of the village that he saw a dozen Japanese soldiers, led by a squad leader, driving more than sixty surviving villagers to the threshing ground.

At this time in the threshing ground, there was no crying or begging for mercy from the villagers. Apart from the shouting and driving of the Japanese devils, there was only endless fear on the villagers' faces. Even the children were frightened by the brutal killing of the Japanese devils.

They had shouted everything they needed to shout, and cried everything they needed to cry. It was no use crying, shouting, or begging for mercy anymore. It was obvious that these evil Japs would not be merciful and let them go.

Including the squad leader, there were a total of 16 Japanese devils and a traitor with a side-parted hair. They had a Type 11 light machine gun and a grenade launcher, rifles, a two-man machine gun crew, and two people for the grenade launcher.

Although there were only 16 Japanese soldiers, they surrounded more than 60 villagers in the threshing ground.

Previously, Zhang Yunhe used three-dimensional virtual holographic images to check the situation in the village. There were about 140 villagers in the village, which means that more than half of them had been killed by these Japanese devils, and almost all the rest were here.

Zhang Yunhe stood under a big tree next to a house, looking at the situation in the threshing ground not far away, thinking about how to rescue these villagers. It was not difficult to kill these Japs, but the difficulty was to be able to kill these Japs without letting the people get hurt.

If it was at night, it would be better. He would not worry about being seen through his stealth by these little devils. But it was broad daylight. As long as he fired, his position would be exposed. If someone looked carefully, they would definitely see that his position was different from the surrounding environment. This was also the disadvantage of the stealth function of the Iron Blood equipment.

But Zhang Yunhe had no time to hesitate or think at this time. The Japanese captain had already drawn his command knife and was about to order the machine gun crew to fire.

Zhang Yunhe had no choice but to pull out a rifle and shoot the Japanese squad leader: "Bang!"

After firing the shot, he immediately moved his position without even looking and hid behind an abandoned stone mill. The Japanese captain was shot in the head. The bullet entered from the back of the head and exited from the left forehead. The body fell to the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of dust.

Without waiting for the Japanese soldiers to react, Zhang Yunhe hid behind the millstone and fired two shots: "Bang Bang"

The chief and deputy machine gunners of the machine gun team were shot and fell down one after another, and Zhang Yunhe quickly changed positions.

"Enemy attack!" a Japanese sergeant let out a shrill cry, and the other Japanese soldiers turned around and fired their guns in the direction where the gunshots came from.