Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

The Aoyama POW camp was used because Yamamoto's special forces were training there.

Supplies are plentiful.

So Monk Wei led a group of sickly prisoners of war to work hard.

They eat and drink excessively all day long.

Eat and sleep, sleep and eat.

They're being raised like pigs.

It's all for the purpose of getting better health.

There's no rush for training or anything like that.

Three days later, because every meal included oil and fat.

The faces of the group of people visibly turned rosy.

Monk Wei summoned Zhu Dachang.

"Old Zhu, are the brothers ready to fight now?"

"That kid, Kazuki Kamibatsu, is coming back."

With the continuous improvement of mental strength.

Wei Heshang's current spiritual awareness range can cover an area of ​​ten kilometers.

He saw it clearly.

Yamamoto Ichiki and his gang numbered over seventy.

He was walking back dejectedly.

We estimate we'll arrive at the POW camp in two or three hours.

Their mission failed.

Preparing to go to the prisoner-of-war camp for rest and recuperation.

Zhu Dachang said excitedly:

"The brothers have all gained weight these past few days."

They were all eager to get started.

I couldn't wait to rush out and fight the Japanese devils.

"Alright. Then let's get the brothers in position for an ambush."

People were also deployed on the watchtower, dressed in Japanese soldiers' uniforms.

Pretend you're dead.

Waiting for Yamamoto Ichiki to arrive.

Give him a pot of water.

After listening, Zhu Dachang went to make the arrangements with great enthusiasm.

Wei Heshang then took out a sniper rifle from the system space.

Barrett M107.

It was mounted on the roof of the Japanese command post.

Waiting for Yamamoto Ichiki's arrival.

Don't ask how Barrett got its name.

The question is about the "masterpiece" of Governor Qi from his previous life.

The Barrett M107 is a strategic-class sniper weapon.

Effective range of over 1850 meters.

It can penetrate light armor and bulletproof vests.

Use this powerful weapon to deal with that kid Yamamoto.

He was lucky, too.

Two hours later.

Under the "surveillance" of Monk Wei.

Yamamoto Ichiki led his remaining special forces team.

Exhausted, they arrived near the prisoner-of-war camp.

This attempt to steal a chicken backfired and resulted in a loss.

Several team members were lost in Yangcun.

This made Yamamoto, who considered himself an elite of the empire, feel utterly humiliated.

I was thinking of going back to the POW camp and taking a hot bath.

Have a good meal.

Let's capture a few more prisoners of war to vent our anger.

Unexpectedly, as soon as we got close...

I immediately realized something was wrong.

It's too quiet.

Something happened at the POW camp!

Yamamoto Ichiki suddenly stopped and made a hand gesture.

The special forces members quickly dispersed and took cover.

They cautiously entered the prisoner-of-war camp to investigate.

When Yamamoto Ichiki saw the Japanese soldiers' corpses scattered all over the ground.

Enraged, he cursed, "Baka yarou!"

It turned out that Zhu Dachang wanted to break Yamamoto Ichiki's defenses.

They dragged the bodies of his special forces members to a spot not far from the entrance of the prisoner-of-war camp.

They were arranged in the shape of the Chinese character for "death".

Now that I look at it, the effect is really good.

Yamamoto Ichiki's defenses were indeed breached.

His face was ashen and contorted.

They desperately wanted to find out who did it and avenge their teammates.

however.

Wei Heshang had already aimed at him with his scope.

At this time, Monk Wei was only two or three hundred meters away from Yamamoto Ichiki.

Using Barrett is giving him too much credit.

Monk Wei used his divine sense to observe the ambushing crowd.

We found that everyone was ready.

His hand holding the gun trembled slightly with excitement.

So he decisively pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A bullet roared as it shot out.

It hit Yamamoto Ichiki on the head.

moment.

Yamamoto Ichiki didn't even have time to react.

His head is like a watermelon.

It's completely smashed to pieces.

The headless body lay on the ground like a tattered sack.

The Japanese special forces were stunned.

"Team leader, the captain is dead..."

"Hide! Hide! There are enemies!"

"withdraw!"

Before they could even leave.

"Da da da da da..."

Heavy machine guns roared from the four watchtowers.

The barrage of fire blocked their escape route.

There were also more than a hundred prisoners of war who had been lying in ambush.

They all opened fire.

He fired his angry bullets fiercely at the Japanese devils.

In a daze.

These elite Japanese special agents saw the cherry blossoms blooming in their hometown.

Those crimson petals,

Their blood was as red as their own.

However, the Japanese soldiers were excellent marksmen.

The desperate breakout attempt still resulted in some deaths and injuries.

Monk Wei was furious.

Damn it, you guys have gone too far!

He put down the sniper rifle.

The Bodhisattva Gatling gun embodies the equality of all beings.

They opened fire on these Japanese devils.

"Buzzing sound—buzzing sound..."

They beat the Japanese devils so badly they cried for their fathers and mothers.

Severed limbs and bits of flesh flew everywhere.

brutal.

That's too brutal.

They were riddled with bullets in no time.

The prisoners of war were stunned by what they saw.

"Heavens, what kind of gun is this?"

"That's amazing."

Monk Wei looked at the six gun barrels that were red-hot and smoking.

said laughingly:

"This is called the Great Compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva."

It's specifically for exorcising the Japanese devils.

Then they were allowed to clean up the battlefield and prepare to leave the prisoner-of-war camp.

Equipment of Yamamoto Ichiki's special forces.

Zhu Dachang stripped them all down.

Your equipment is good, very good, it's ours from now on.

Zhu Dachang also wanted to establish such a special operations team.

These Japanese soldiers are too strong.

If this hadn't been a deliberate ambush...

There are heavy machine guns and Wei Laoda's Gatling gun.

They're really not easy to deal with.

Monk Wei didn't interfere; let them build it if they wanted.

I'm just idling around anyway.

In case it can help me someday.

"Boss, where do we go now?"

Wang Damo, who came from the Sichuan Army, asked.

It is said that on the night he was born, his mother dreamed of a large millstone.

Wang Damu is a righteous person.

He had a good reputation in the prisoner-of-war camp.

Wei Heshang then promoted him to be a squad leader.

He managed the business together with Zhu Dachang.

"Let's go to Black Cloud Village. It's a strategically important place that's easy to defend and difficult to attack."

It was occupied by a gang of bandits.

"That's what Monk Wei said."