The deck of the Jiaomujiao became a battlefield for group fights.
After a few minutes of fighting, the Japanese soldiers with sticks gradually gained the upper hand, and more and more Ming sailors were knocked down and handcuffed. Once the Ming sailors were handcuffed, even if their legs were still free, they did not dare to move anymore.
I’ve joined the battle group. It’s not that I’m afraid.
They were at a disadvantage, but they were afraid of being thrown into the water during the melee. If they couldn't move their hands, they might drown. In addition, this was a port controlled by the Japanese army, and Japanese soldiers were constantly boarding ships for reinforcements. The Ming army's sailors only had so few people.
, beat one and lose one.
Gradually, the melee on the destroyer deck ceased, and the handcuffed Ming soldiers were escorted off the ship by the Japanese. Basically, there were only Japanese soldiers left on the deck. But there was one place where the fighting was particularly fierce.
The Japanese military police and sailors were surrounded on three levels inside and three outside. They all rolled up their sleeves and rushed in howling, but they were beaten out one after another. From the innermost part of the crowd, screams and screams kept coming:
"I pound...I beat...oo...wow..."
Accompanying the strange screams were the constant screams of Japanese soldiers and the muffled sound of blunt objects hitting people's bodies.
Those surrounded by Japanese soldiers were the two "observers" of the Ming army. The two stood back to back, each holding a wooden stick in their hands, alerting the surrounding Japanese soldiers. Whenever one of them pounced on them, they would be killed.
Knocked down. Both men's military uniforms were torn into tatters, and they simply took off their military uniforms. They were topless in the winter, exposing their muscles, but they seemed nonchalant.
The stocky black-faced captain had a huge dragon tattooed on his right stick, and a downhill tiger tattooed on his left arm. He had thick black hair on his chest, and his face was covered in blood. His eyes exuded a sinister murderous aura.
Really scary.
The tall, thin, white-faced second lieutenant was also shirtless, but he had a different style. At first glance, he looked like the "Yushu Linfeng type", a typical white-faced civil and military scholar. Although he had no chest hair, he was dressed in white.
The muscles are refined, and he feels a bit like a "white stripe in the waves". He doesn't have such fierce tattoos, but he only has a small, very delicate Suzaku tattoo on his right arm.
When the Japanese soldiers around them saw their tattoos, they suddenly felt a little more fearful, but also a little more hateful. In traditional Japanese society, normal people don't have tattoos. Those with tattoos are all gangsters and "gangsters".
Bad guy" sign.
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Westerners are most fond of tattoos, especially sailors and sailors. Ordinary people can also get tattoos as long as they are willing to show their individuality. Others will not look at you twice if you have a tattoo. It is perfectly normal.
Although tattoos are not as common in China as in the West, having tattoos does not necessarily mean you are a bad person. In traditional Chinese culture, "tattoo" more often means "hero" and "hero". For example
Nine-patterned dragon Shi Jin, flower monk Lu Zhishen and the like.
But in Japan, "tattoo" is completely a symbol of "bad guy" and "scum", which means that the person must be a gangster, or once was a gangster. In Japan, as long as you see a person with a tattoo, you don't need to
If you ask, he must not be a good person.
Now in the eyes of the surrounding Japanese soldiers, these two Ming army observers were both "enemies" and "bad guys". The legitimacy of attacking them suddenly doubled. The Japanese soldiers were hit on the head with wooden sticks.
He was bleeding, but his eyes were wide open, he screamed like a beast from his lungs, and he rushed towards the center one after another.
The black-faced captain had a sullen expression and did not yell blindly. The wooden stick in his hand was steady and precise, and he struck it firmly, and blood could be seen with every blow.
But the white-faced second lieutenant was different. He looked like he had martial arts skills, and he was a master. He opened his stance, used long fists and short legs, just like Bruce Lee. He screamed loudly and swung the stick in his hand with great skill.
, wrapped himself up completely, and could not even pour a drop of water in. The Japanese soldiers around him kept rushing towards him, but he was knocked down by him at the speed of two to three people per second.
What was originally a group fight has now turned into an arena match. The difference is that it is not one-on-one, but two people fighting many people. The Japanese soldiers who could not squeeze in from the outside climbed up to the turret and stood on the turret.
Sitting on the gun barrel, shouting to support the battle, it was also exciting to watch.
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Most of the junior officers on the Jiaomujiao also participated in the melee and have been beaten and taken down. The captain and several mid-level officers are in the superstructure. Several hatches are closed, and the Japanese soldiers can only stay on the deck.
, couldn't get in. The officers of the Ming army were also very surprised and didn't know what this situation meant.
When the melee just started, an officer suggested using the 12mm anti-aircraft machine gun on the bridge to kill all the Japanese soldiers on the deck, and then the Jiaomujiao fought its way back to the country. But the captain did not agree at all. And no
It is said that there is no way to kill them, and the relationship between the two countries is very delicate now. If Japan is preparing to attack the Ming Dynasty, then it should not be
Instead of using sticks and handcuffs, we should just use guns. So I don’t know what Japan means by this and what they plan to do. Since the other side didn’t use guns, it’s best for us not to use guns either. We really need to use machine guns to shoot down a deck of Japanese soldiers.
If it dies, the Jiaomu Jiao will immediately be hit by artillery shells. The two countries will definitely go to war immediately, and the great cause of the Northern Expedition will be abandoned halfway.
While watching the situation on the deck below, the captain asked the communications staff to send reports to the Dongjiang Fleet and Nanjing to inform them of the situation here. At the same time, he asked the first mate to continuously signal lights on the dock to negotiate with the Japanese side.
On the deck, there were already many Japanese sailors clamoring to kill the two Ming army "gangsters" with guns. However, the military police on the scene refused to let them go. Their mission was only to detain the destroyer and control all the officers and soldiers on the ship.
Get up. Many Japanese soldiers are clamoring again, wanting to invite Major Miyamoto, the "karate master" of the military police, to knock down these two Ming army officers. Japanese kung fu must not be defeated by Chinese kung fu.
At this moment, there were two crisp gunshots, and the deck gradually became quiet. Everyone turned to look at their strong points. The two Ming army officers also wiped the blood on their faces and gasped.
Look over there angrily.
The crowded Japanese soldiers quickly made way for them, and they all looked at the man who walked in with awe.
This is a Japanese Army Major, who is 1.8 meters tall (this is already rare for a Japanese), majestic, wearing a straight Japanese Army Major uniform, wearing long leather boots, white gloves, and a yellow coat.
He was wearing a long woolen coat, with a long officer's knife hanging from his waist, and the hem of the coat was lifted up. It was quite cool. Soldiers on both sides said excitedly and quietly:
"Look...Major Miyamoto...Major Miyamoto..."
Major Miyamoto walked slowly with a faint smile until he walked up to two Ming army officers who were panting with bloody heads and faces. He stretched out his hand, took off his coat and gave it to the side. A Japanese sailor took it with both hands in reverence.
Overcoat.
Then, Major Miyamoto looked at the two Ming army officers and said with a smile in Japanese:
"Your Excellency is very skilled. I haven't asked you your name yet. I am Gonbei Miyamoto, and I also like a few punches. I wonder if I will have the honor to meet you..."
"I'll do it—!"
The thin and white second lieutenant of the Ming Army became impatient and kicked him out. Miyamoto Gonbei held his stomach and bent down. Then the second lieutenant of the Ming Army gave another uppercut, and Miyamoto Gonbei raised his chin again.
"Deng Deng Deng" took several steps back. Before he could regain his strength,
Later, the second lieutenant of the Ming Army took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack. He rushed over with an arrow, and finally performed a beautiful flying side kick. The 1.80 meter Miyamoto Gonbei drew an arc in the air and flew directly in under the gaze of the Japanese soldiers on the entire deck.