Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 177

Chapter 177: Not having a gun is a man's deepest fear!

Class Three, no, it should be called Class Two, Platoon Two now, they have a new squad leader.

The new squad leader is not the old man from the original third squad, but he is one of the most outstanding performers in this warehouse guard battle.

Su Huikai, a Cantonese from Foshan, has the most typical height and appearance in southern China. He is only 1.6 meters tall, has a dark face, and looks most ordinary.

Su Huikai, who had been serving as the assistant shooter of the light machine gun, was unknown in Leng Feng's platoon. His military rank was originally only a superior soldier.

But this little guy really shined in the hand-to-hand battle in front of the warehouse. Not only did he kill his opponent cleanly, but he also had the energy to assist his comrades in killing three more Japanese invaders. Without his help, I'm afraid ten The casualties would have to increase by at least two more.

It can be said that his hand-to-hand combat record is almost as good as Leng Feng who killed two Japanese invaders.

Later, when Tang Dao took the time to ask, he found out that this person was the successor of Wing Chun and was actually a legendary martial arts master.

On the afternoon of October 31st, the sergeant squad leader who originally replaced Li Jiujin was seriously injured and died, so Tang Dao transferred him directly from the platoon to serve as the squad leader, which was considered a reward for him.

With their outstanding record and the personal orders given by Tang Dao, the three squads of arrogant generals who were directly under Tang Dao's control were naturally convinced.

According to the predetermined plan, the second squad went to touch the gun first, and the other groups entered the killing scene as planned.

Su Huikai lived up to Tang Dao's expectations. Her short figure looked like a ghost under the moonlight. Without the Japanese army noticing, she threw the five drums of incense into the bonfire.

After waiting for another fifteen minutes, the remaining fourteen people from the second squad were dispatched under his leadership.

However, what is surprising is that they did not drag the guns into the corner and hide them according to the plan. Instead, they quietly brought five or six guns to this side of the tunnel.

　　Seeing these gangsters carrying the Japanese guns over like little mice working hard at night, even a tough guy like Leng Feng couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his eyes.

There is a shortage of everything in the tunnel, except for guns, okay? Considering the needs of future combat, all the riflemen were equipped with Japanese-style 38 rifles. There are still hundreds of rifles piled up in the secret room in the tunnel!

“Platoon leader, keep it, keep it, just in case it comes in handy!” Su Huikai looked at Leng Feng who was speechless, and said her simplest reason honestly.

Afraid of poverty, this was Su Huikai's psychological appeal to work tirelessly to move the stolen rifle.

This is just a small episode. The Japanese soldiers, who were hypnotized into a deeper sleep by the effect of sleeping pills, were snoring one after another. They would know that the guns had been stolen by the "immoral" Chinese.

Seeing that the plan was proceeding smoothly, the two bosses Tang Dao and Lei Xiong personally went into battle shirtless and were responsible for solving three Japanese sentries who were also sleeping.

Unlike Tang Dao, Lei Xiong has received assassination training and knows where people can enter a state of death in the shortest time.

For example, if Tang Dao chooses to stab the Japanese sentry with his back to him, he is actually holding the rifle and dozing off the back of the Japanese sentry's head. The blade piercing the lower edge of the occipital bone at the back of the head can instantly cut off the nerves connected to the cervical spine, and at the same time, it can also stir the brain into pieces. What a mess.

In just one second, the Japanese soldier will enter a state of brain death, even if his heart is still beating due to inertia.

Lei Xiong's treatment was much rougher. He stretched out his thick arm and quietly wrapped it around the Japanese soldier's neck. Before the Japanese sentry, awakened by the shadow of death, could open his eyes, a hand had already covered his mouth, and then he used his arm violently. Le.

The short Japanese soldier was lifted up in the air by the Shaanxi man who was about 1.7 meters tall. He tried in vain to pull Lei Xiong's powerful forearms with his hands, but it was of no use. He kicked hard with his legs and could only kick the air.

All efforts to save his life can only speed up his death. Because the harder you exert yourself, the more oxygen you consume, but because your mouth and nose are tightly covered, you have already lost the source of oxygen.

So, within thirty seconds, the struggling Japanese sentry turned into a stinking fish.

After losing control of the muscles, feces and urine burst out, which is one of the typical characteristics of the dead.

Soon, Tang Dao killed one group and knocked out two Japanese soldiers in the other group with heavy blows. Su Huikai and Yang Xiaoshan, who followed behind, knocked the two frothing at the mouth like they had done before with their guns. The Japanese army brought back the tunnel.

This made Leng Feng, who was sitting at the rear, want to complain again. I have no shortage of Japanese guns and no shortage of Japanese people here.

However, thinking that he might be able to get something useful out of the Japanese's mouths, Lieutenant Leng took matters into his own hands and tied the two Japanese soldiers who were knocked unconscious by big fists into rice dumplings, and stuffed two more into their mouths. Big Tuo - smelly socks.

The second row of Li Jiujin's original socks. When the cautious veteran took off his clothes with a smile, more than half of the soldiers at the tunnel entrance collectively held their breath.

This should be the legendary sauce type!

Lei Xiong also successfully eliminated another group with the assistance of two tall and round soldiers.

A baggage team with more than a hundred troops sent out a total of three groups of six sentries, one group inside the building and two groups outside the building. Even in their rear area, this was an extremely stupid decision. Therefore, they They will pay for their stupidity with their lives.

Following Leng Feng's order, everyone rushed to their goals as planned.

A dark night pig-killing convention begins.

It's just that killing people is not killing pigs after all. Even if there are really a hundred pigs left for you to kill, it is not that easy.

Facts have proven that even those who enter the killing field are excellent warriors and can kill more than ten people with rifles and machine guns, but killing with bayonets and killing with bullets are two completely different feelings.

Especially when you pierce the heart of a human body with a knife, you need to cover the enemy's mouth with your hand to prevent him from making a sound, while warm and greasy blood surges in your palm, and the human body feels like its neck has been cut. When the chicken wants to flutter desperately and you have to hold it down with your body and feel the last struggle of life, you really need enough courage.

Not everyone can become a qualified butcher. Even if you are face to face, you can roar and stab the bayonet into the enemy's chest, but that is a life and death fight, rather than almost personally feeling the enemy's body slowly stop shaking and then continue. repeat.

That kind of feeling, for a person who is not mentally distorted, really requires incredible tenacity to keep from collapsing.

Even the butcher will turn a blind eye to the wailing of pigs and sheep for a long time.

But this is obviously not what these soldiers who have fought in many battles are good at.

So, just two minutes later, a soldier's hand covering the mouth and nose of the Japanese soldier was slightly loosened, and the sound of the Japanese soldier's painful howl pierced the night sky.

The Japanese army was awakened.

But waking up with a start does not mean that the nightmare is over. In other words, that is when the nightmare really begins.

They may be envious of those companions who were killed without knowing anything in their sleep. How beautiful it was that they burped in their sleep.

Unlike them, they have to accept the torture of their souls before they die.

The Chinese, who are full of malice and look ferocious with rifles in hand, as if they have come from hell, are not the biggest source of fear.

Even under the command of his superior, a row of bayonets stabbed at him like a man cutting grass, and a flash of blood suddenly appeared, and the terrible howl was like entering a pig killing field.

That's not scary. What's scary is when they subconsciously run towards the place where they fired the gun before falling asleep.

What about the gun?

Where is my gun?

A group of men without guns shed tears in the cold wind, like a group of young quails facing a flock of eagles.

This is not fair!

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