Bright Sword: I took Li Yunlong to work in military industry

Chapter 209: Monk Drinking Peanuts

The monk disagreed with Li Yunlong's statement: "Your eating manners are not much better than mine. Aren't you also eating with oil dripping from your mouth?"

As he said this, the monk felt that eating peanuts with his hands was still too slow, so he picked up the plate and started pouring peanuts into his mouth.

This is no longer eating peanuts, but drinking peanuts.

Li Yunlong quickly stopped the monk and picked up the plate. In a short moment, one third of the plate of peanuts had been eaten.

The monk was stopped by the team leader from eating the peanuts. He quickly reached out to the plate of roast chicken on the table, pulled down a thigh and stuffed it into his mouth.

Li Yunlong got angry instantly: "Leave some for me!"

It seems that I just stopped the monk from eating, not for the sake of being civilized, but because I haven’t eaten yet.

As Old Li spoke, he patted the monk on the back of his head.

Snapped.

The sound was very clear, and it seemed very harsh and abrupt, especially when the whole audience was silent as Ichiro Hirata wiped his tears.

In an instant, all the attention in the audience was attracted.

Chu Yunfei also stared at Li Yunlong and the monk. He could hardly suppress the smile on his face. He did not expect Li Yunlong to be so unscrupulous at the Japanese birthday banquet.

A Japanese sergeant sitting at the main table saw the evil deeds of Li Yunlong and the monk and cursed them immediately: "Baga!"

Old Li was stunned by this sudden remark, and tilted his mouth towards the monk and asked, "Who is he scolding?"

The monk's mouth was full of food, and he thought: I know who he is scolding? He is definitely scolding us two.

However, since the regiment commander asked this, he had to ask about this matter clearly. He swallowed the chicken in his mouth with difficulty and asked back, "Who the hell are you scolding, you damned little devil?"

As soon as these words were uttered, the other people at the table were shocked. They were cursing back at the Japanese in front of so many senior Japanese officers. Are these two crazy?

Whose general is this? How could he be so brave?

Li Yunlong took another sip of wine and quickly advised: "Monk, you are wrong. It is wrong for him to scold people. He lacks education.

People are different from dogs.

You can't learn from him, what kind of bastard is he?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the audience was horrified. Are these two people here to mess things up?

Chu Yunfei was smiling brightly even from a distance. These two guys from the Independent Regiment were really interesting.

Ichiro Hirata could no longer bear it, and immediately rushed to Li Yunlong's table with the translator. The first thing he said was "Baga" and at the same time he uttered a series of bird words.

Judging from the speed at which Ichiro Hirata spoke, he was obviously extremely angry.

Li Yunlong put his hands on his legs, slowly swallowed the last bite of food in his mouth, and asked the translator beside him with a sidelong glance: "What did this devil say just now?"

The interpreter's face was full of flesh, and he said, "Why is the Lord Tai asking you?"

"You're ruining the party, can't you see? Are you trying to celebrate the birthday of this devil?"

Li Yunlong said the most arrogant words in the most calm tone.

"Who are you? Who invited you here?" The interpreter also became anxious. He had been working as an interpreter for several years and had never seen such an arrogant guy.

Old Li picked up the wine glass beside him and took another sip of wine, saying, "My last name is Li, and I am Li Yunlong, the commander of the Eighth Route Army Independent Regiment you are looking for."

When these words were spoken, the people at the same table were horrified.

Over the past six months, the name of the independent regiment has been heard throughout the entire Shanxi area. To these Japanese devils and traitors, it can be said to be infamous.

Even this time the target of the mobilization to go to the countryside to clear out the enemy was only the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army, just to avoid the edge of the independent regiment.

But who would have thought that they would be sitting at the same table with this notorious guy.

In an instant, these guys all broke out in cold sweat.

You know, to them, the independent regiment is much more terrifying than the Japanese devils.

A few timid guys' legs were shaking and they kept slipping under the table.

The fat-faced translator was startled and could hardly speak clearly: "Tai...Tai Jun, this is Li Yunlong from the Eighth Route Army Independent Regiment!"

what?

Ichiro Hirata was also frightened. Why was it this guy?

The Japanese soldier subconsciously reached for his service pistol, but how could the monk give him a chance to react?

He immediately grabbed Ichiro Hirata by the collar and kicked the guy hard in the chest.

The monk had practiced this before, and the force of this kick was extremely strong. How could Ichiro Hirata withstand it?

The moment he was kicked out, the people nearby heard a few very crisp sounds, which were the sounds of broken ribs.

Fierce!

Li Yunlong's reaction was also extremely fast. The moment the monk made his move, Li Yunlong lifted up the entire mat, and the soup spilled all over the floor.

This move immediately created space for action.

In the blink of an eye, Li Yunlong and the monk had drawn their guns, pointing the muzzles at the Japanese and traitors present.

However, what Lao Li had in his hands were two 56-shot box cannons, while what the monk had in his hand was the Type submachine gun that had caused the Japanese a lot of trouble recently.

The Japanese reacted quickly as well. By the time the two men had drawn their guns, several of them had already started pulling out their guns.

The monk didn't give the devils a chance to react and immediately opened fire with his Type 56 submachine gun.

At such a close distance and in such a small space, the power of the Type 56 submachine gun was maximized.

The few Japanese soldiers who were about to draw their guns were shot dead instantly!

The 7.92mm caliber bullets specially made by the independent regiment caused a cloud of blood mist to instantly explode on the chests of these Japanese soldiers. The entire chest was crushed by the huge impact force, and there was no possibility of survival.

Moreover, these bullets continued to fire, and the Japanese soldiers behind these Japanese soldiers who had not had time to attack were also killed on the spot.

Seeing the violent power of the Type 56 submachine gun up close, the Japanese soldiers who originally had some concerns could only temporarily restrain their actions and dared not do anything rash.

The Japanese soldiers who used their bodies to experience the power of the Type 56 submachine gun burst into blood mist, which sprinkled on the faces of several Japanese soldiers and puppet soldiers around them, and they didn't even dare to wipe it off.

They were worried that their actions would cause the monk to misjudge and they would be blown up by the rain of bullets again.

The monk suppressed the whole audience with just one 56 charge!

In a short period of time, all the Japanese soldiers present were frightened.

Li Yunlong immediately shouted loudly: "Brother Yunfei, isn't it time for you to show up?"