Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 160

Chapter 160 It's sunny, but why is it raining?

The relentless stabbing method caused two Chinese soldiers to be killed and one wounded in an instant.

On the other hand, the Japanese army suffered both losses. Generally speaking, the Japanese army still had a slight advantage.

But that is the total number of Japanese troops killed by the arrows of the three Tang Dao soldiers. If the three people killed by Tang Dao and the one killed by Lei Xiong are added, the battle loss ratio would be 2 to 6 when the two sides met for the first time.

No, it should be considered 2 to 7.

Facing the Japanese soldiers who rushed towards them with open arms, Tang Dao had no time to fight with them. His left leg suddenly popped out, from bottom to top, and then slashed down as fast as lightning.

From the perspective of others, it was like swinging a big ax and suddenly hitting the neck of the Japanese soldier who was only one meter away from him.

The whip kick of free fighting!

However, the force of the whip legs, which were still wearing Japanese leather boots, was so strong that the Japanese soldier fell down silently like a piece of rotten wood. His neck showed an extremely weird posture, and his hands and feet were twitching like chaff.

That leg, which was like a sky-opening battle ax, actually kicked the Japanese soldier's relatively thick neck into pieces.

Obviously, just looking at the miserable condition of his hands and feet twitching, it was impossible to live.

The Japanese soldiers who caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of their eyes were all dying.

It's not that we have never seen people kill people with bare hands, but human life is said to be fragile, but if we say it is tenacious, it is really tenacious. Some people can still make people's eyes widen after being hit by dozens of bullets. This is true in the Songhu battlefield. They met quite a few Chinese soldiers like this.

However, it was only once in my life that a Tang Dao could break a person's neck with one kick and kick a strong soldier to death.

With a chill in my heart, my fighting power is naturally not as good as before I rushed over.

At that time, it was a "board charge", and you had to risk your life for the honor of the Imperial Army. Now it is a hand-to-hand combat, and you can survive by killing your opponent.

In the past, I didn't want to live, but now I can live. The psychological changes in this can be said to be two completely different states of mind.

The Japanese offensive slowed down, but the morale of the Chinese soldiers became higher and higher because they killed four Japanese soldiers in a row with the great power of the Tang Sword. However, the Japanese army, which was still more numerous than the Chinese soldiers, retreated continuously.

“Baga!” The Japanese commander suddenly looked fierce when he caught a glimpse of this scene.

"Your Excellency, Captain" Makino Jun was keenly aware of the psychological changes in his stupid boss and was just about to make a comment.

But another Japanese colonel came into the temporary headquarters.

"Chief of Staff, why are you here?" Makino Jun quickly stood up respectfully and greeted the Japanese commander who walked in with a serious face.

It was none other than Shao Kimura, chief of staff of the infantry brigade of the 36th Infantry Regiment.

Jiro Wakibata has the same military rank as this one and is also a colonel. Although he is his superior, the colonel must have the reserve of a colonel. He turned slightly and nodded, which was regarded as greeting the brigade chief of staff.

In the Chinese army, usually if the staff officer does not have a commander, the fart will not make a sound, but in the Japanese army, even if the staff officer wears a commander, the fart will not make a sound.

Whether he is the brigade chief of staff or the division chief of staff, he plays the role of logistics director in front of the brigade commander and division commander who are one or even two levels above them.

In other words, at all levels of the Japanese Army, the leader basically sets the tone, raises his hand, and makes the decision. There is nothing democratic or undemocratic about it.

The chief of staff is generally a transitional role, so the commanders below naturally don't have much respect for them.

Kimura Shaoxiong was obviously not surprised by this treatment. After nodding in return, he turned his attention to the distant battlefield.

Wakibajiro and Makino Toshi looked at each other, feeling a little scared in their hearts.

Although they were respectful to this person who did not have enough power to suppress him, since he came to the front line in person, he wanted to come to the brigade and division headquarters and pay a lot of attention to the war at Sihang Warehouse.

That's natural.

In the past few days, the Chinese defenders had a large number of troops. It is understandable that the 36th Infantry Regiment suffered heavy losses but could not make any progress. But today is different from the past. There are more than a hundred Chinese soldiers who have been waiting all morning, and there is still no one at the division headquarters. Not receiving any good news that the 36th Infantry Regiment had conquered the position, I was somewhat unable to hold back.

Even though they knew that this person representing the brigade and division came to supervise the battle, the battle situation in front of them was still anxious. The Japanese colonel and lieutenant colonel really didn't find an opportunity to report the battle situation for a while.

Kimura Shaoxiong is cautious at the brigade headquarters, but that doesn't mean he is still the same at the wing headquarters. How can he not have the temperament of the Chief of Staff?

They didn't rush to ask the two people who were obviously a little guilty. Instead, they picked up the telescope and observed the battlefield by themselves.

Then, his brows furrowed deeply.

The battle in front of the warehouse has become intense.

Tang Dao, who broke the Japanese soldier's neck with one kick, saw from the corner of his eye that one of his own soldiers was stabbed in the abdomen by a Japanese rifle. He tightly held the muzzle of the gun with both hands and refused to let go. No matter how hard the Japanese army tried, they could not pull it out.

The somewhat panicked Japanese soldiers could only kick hard again and again on the chest of the soldier who refused to let go, and large mouthfuls of blood spurted out from the mouths of the thin Chinese soldiers.

Tang Dao felt great sorrow in his heart!

“Kill!” He roared wildly, holding a 38 rifle left by the Japanese army in each hand, and rushed into the battlefield like a madman.

This time, Tang Dao used a mace instead of a gun or a knife.

Hold the barrel of the gun, hold the bayonet back against both elbows, and use the thick red jujube wood **** as a hammer to rush into the battlefield.

After rebirth, his strength even exceeded that of his previous life, and was brought into full play by the furious Tang Dao.

For example, the Japanese soldier who was still kicking his opponent in the chest and trying to draw his gun was slapped in the face by the Tang Dao that rushed towards him before he could react.　　　　The whole face was flattened.

It means that all the protrusions on the face, whether it is the nose, teeth or forehead, should be kept at the same level as the eye sockets.

There may not have been much blood sprayed out, but because the fragile eyeball could not withstand such a huge force, it was sprayed out for several meters from the eye socket, and was trampled into pulp by a Japanese soldier who took a wrong step to avoid it.

That tragic scene made those who witnessed it unable to help but feel chills in their chests.

The Chinese soldier who could not fall down after being kicked no matter how many times finally fell down, lying on his back.

His eyes were not closed, looking towards the blue sky, but there was a faint smile on his face.

Without looking at the fading eyes of his soldiers, Tang Dao turned around and walked away. When he met the Japanese soldiers, he hit them hard with his stick. No matter whether the Japanese soldiers stabbed him in the chest or shot back to block, it was still a blow.

Originally, stabbing would save time and space, but when the strength reached a certain level, these were no longer a problem. When the bayonet was still twenty centimeters away from his chest, the **** of the rifle he was holding had already been smashed. to the heads of the Japanese soldiers.

The muffled sound of "dong" could almost penetrate into the crowds of Chinese and Japanese people watching the battle hundreds of meters away.

Even if you can't hear the sound, you can know how powerful the stick is from the hard jujube gun **** flying with sawdust and the Japanese infantry being instantly shortened.

Cruelty! It's really cruel!

No one can describe the scene in front of them.

It can be said that from the moment Tang Dao killed four Japanese soldiers alone, there was no suspense about the victory in hand-to-hand combat.

When he entered the battle group with two long guns in his hands in an almost exaggerated manner, it only accelerated the defeat of the Japanese army.

Finally, when Tang Dao struck hard, he held the gun with both hands and raised it to his head in an attempt to block the blow, smashing the Japanese spear into a "V", not to mention smashing his shoulder until the bones were exposed, and the miserable howl resounded throughout the whole place. After the battlefield, the remaining five Japanese troops finally collapsed.

They ran away without looking back. Even though they knew there was a machine gun behind them that could shoot them into chaff, they still ran away without hesitation.

It is better to die by a bullet than to face that Chinese devil.

At least three of his companions were knocked down by him and were painfully alive. In other words, they were not dead yet, but were still twitching unconsciously on the ground like chickens that had not drained all their blood.

The three Japanese assistant officers in the distant unit headquarters were stunned.

They may have never imagined that the Empire's army warriors would suffer such a disastrous defeat in a group hand-to-hand battle.

Only five of the more than thirty khakis are left. There are more than twenty opponents, but there are still more than a dozen people standing.

“Those who are good-natured, don't chase after the bad guys, come back to me and find your brothers!” Lei Xiong, who was already sweating profusely, sat down on the ground and panted. "I want to take them home!"

Although it is not as powerful as the crazy Tang Dao, Lei Xiong, who fought three Japanese soldiers alone and successfully assassinated them one by one, killed a total of four Japanese soldiers in this battle. He is an absolute super fierce man.

“Heavy machine gun, shoot, shoot them to death!” Jiro Wakiba roared in the headquarters like an out-of-control beast.

"Such an enemy deserves the respect of our army." Kimura Shaoxiong objected with solemn eyes. "They are warriors. We cannot do this dishonorable act in front of the Western media. Wherever the honor of the Imperial Army is lost, we will find it again."

Hey, here comes another face-saving fool! This was the inner voice of Makino Jun who lowered his head and said nothing.

The Imperial Army, is there any honor here?

Won, hand-to-hand combat was won.

For all Chinese people, the charging Japanese army ran away, and the Chinese army that counterattacked naturally won.

However, although the face of the Army Lieutenant Colonel who was watching the battle did not change, the palms of his fists were already dripping with blood.

His grip was so tight that his nails were digging into his palm without even realizing it.

The pain in the palms is far less than the pain in the heart.

His soldiers fell before his eyes.

But he could only watch, this was the most painful thing in his heart!

The Chinese people should have cheered at this time.

Hello, extremely silent.

They looked at the dark blue ones who were still alive, picking at and looking through the pile of corpses.

They watched, watching them try hard to move out the dark blue figure who was tightly entangled with the Japanese soldiers, but the two hugged each other so tightly, like lovers who were still together in another world. , but in fact they are enemies of life and death, and the dead dark blue ones still have a small piece of their ears in their mouths.

The soldiers had to use a knife to cut off the clasped fingers of the Japanese soldiers before they could drag out their dead comrades alone.

They watched, watching the dark blue men carry the dark blue figure who had lowered his head and made no sound on his back, holding the gun, and walked with difficulty towards the warehouse.

Except for two who were carried by their comrades and could still hold onto their guns with their hands, the other eight had their hands and heads drooped, like puppets that had lost their threads.

This was originally a great victory. The Chinese used their own swords to tell the whole world that without aircraft and artillery, the Japanese could do nothing.

The so-called samurai spirit collapsed in front of the bayonets of Chinese soldiers.

But why does it rain under a clear sky?

Otherwise, what made your and my clothes wet?

(End of this chapter)

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