Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 178

Chapter 178 An unexpected arrival

No matter how scared and sad the Japanese army was.

They must face the bright bayonet under the moonlight and the intense murderous intent.

Most of the Japanese soldiers chose to fight as trapped beasts. Some howled and bravely rushed towards the cold light, using their bodies as shields. The moment the bayonets penetrated deeply into their bodies, they hugged their rifles tightly with both hands. That way, his unarmed comrades might have a chance to grab their rifles and launch a counterattack against the current enemy.

Under such a predicament, a group of second-line heavy troops could have such a choice, which shows the high level of training and strict military discipline of the Japanese army.

This is of course not all, some Japanese soldiers chose to give up. Those inside the building ran out of the building, and those outside the building ran into the ruins, trying to escape from the killing battlefield that was already filled with the nauseating smell of blood.

There were also a few worse ones who, after discovering that the Chinese were killing everyone with swords and swords, stabbed everyone who tried to resist to death on the spot, and then simply knelt down and raised their hands in surrender.

But no matter which choice they made, what greeted them was the cold light of bayonets illuminated by the moonlight. All Chinese soldiers participating in the war only received a military order before entering the battlefield: "Kill all people wearing yellow uniforms, no matter who they are!" "

As long as you want to survive, you have to kill all the enemies here without making gunshots or explosions.

This was originally an impossible task, but with the help of the mysterious boss's ecstasy and careful arrangements beforehand, although there were some minor mistakes, it was miraculously close to completion.

If it weren't for the second lieutenant who fell asleep among the ordinary Japanese troops, pulled out his **** box and shot Leng Feng who was charging towards him fiercely.

The Southern Fourteenth Pistol, which is famous for its stuck shells on the Chinese battlefield, miraculously favored Second Lieutenant Taro Hashimoto on this night, and his gun fired.

The sound of gunshots directly made Tang Dao, who was patrolling the battlefield outside the building to prevent any fish from slipping through the net, feel his heart sink.

He had to make a choice, whether to leave before the Japanese troops, who were alerted by gunfire a kilometer away, arrived, or to get back into the tunnel and continue hiding.

But no matter which option you choose, the probability of failure is more than 95%.

The Japanese army who came for the search found that their entire baggage squad was wiped out, so they would inevitably devote manpower to search the area. The wolf blue dogs that were hybridized on the Japanese island have extremely strong olfactory organs.

And all the personnel involved in the battle have been stained with the strong smell of blood, and it is almost impossible to avoid the tracking of wolf dogs.

Fortunately, the sound of the Southern Fourteenth pistol was not as sharp as the 38 rifle, and it was silent after firing only one shot. I don't know if it could be transmitted to the Japanese military station one kilometer away.

As for the concessions a few hundred meters away, I believe that even if they heard gunshots and screams, they wouldn't pay too much attention at night.

After all, this is a battlefield.

Tang Dao quickly calmed down and immediately ordered Su Huikai, the second squad leader who was with him to surround the fleeing Japanese troops outside the building, and asked him to take Yang Xiaoshan and several others to sneak to 800 meters away to set up a guard post. If any large Japanese troops were observed, As soon as there were signs that the troops were coming this way, someone was sent back to report to him.

The remaining few people do not need to return and evacuate directly on the spot. If there is a chance, they will sneak into the concession. Even if they are detained by the concession, I believe that the senior officials in the concession will do their best to rescue them. This is the only thing Tang Dao can do for them. made.

Su Huikai waited for the five people to hesitate for a few seconds before giving the order to leave. But looking at their firm eyes when they left, Tang Dao knew that what he had just said was probably in vain. The probability of them leaving alone would not exceed 100%. Ten out of ten.

Inside the building, Taro Hashimoto's gun fired, but in his panic, he missed the target.

In other words, it was because his opponent was stronger than he expected. Leng Feng is not as good as the individual king trained by the Chinese army with special methods who have summed up nearly a hundred years of combat experience, and he is not as good as Lei Xiong who has a foundation in national martial arts. However, he has experienced more than a dozen battles with the combat method of "taking the lead in battle". Being able to survive until now is not just a matter of luck.

Once he enters a combat state, his neurological reaction is 0.01 second faster than that of an average person. Don't underestimate this 0.01 second, it may save your life at a critical moment.

So, at the moment Taro Hashimoto pulled the trigger, Leng Feng instinctively turned his body sideways, and the bullet passed through his chest at high speed, leaving a hole in the military uniform on his shoulder.

Leng Feng broke into a cold sweat and his eyes were red. He was not afraid that he would be almost hit by a Japanese officer hiding in the ordinary Japanese army, but, like Tang Dao, he was afraid of alarming the Japanese army one kilometer away. ?

The Japanese officer must not be allowed time to fire a second shot. This should be the only thought in Leng Feng's mind at that moment.

The 38-meter bayonet held in his hand was raised with Leng Feng's arm, which was still sideways, and like a thunderbolt, it pierced Hashimoto Taro's chest with a 'pop' sound.

The severe pain in his chest made Taro Hashimoto subconsciously let go of the pistol and put his hands on his chest. Then he saw the big man rushing towards him with his teeth clenched and his cheeks puffed out with a ferocious expression.

I didn't even hit him, and he stabbed me. Why is he still so angry?

Hashimoto Taro can become the leader of a team, and his brains are obviously more flexible than most of the Japanese soldiers here.

In that flash of lightning, he actually figured out why Leng Feng was so angry.

Because of his gun, the Chinese have not fired until now. They must be afraid of alerting the rest of the imperial garrison not far from here.

Taro Hashimoto, who had figured this out, was extremely regretful. If he had not thrown away his gun and fired a few more shots in succession, the Chinese who came to attack them would have been extremely desperate, even if they could really kill his entire baggage squad. They will certainly not be able to escape the encirclement and suppression by the main infantry force that will follow.

It's a pity that he lost his gun. It was too late to regret it, and the enemy had already rushed over.

Taro Hashimoto was so brave that he knew he was going to die. Instead of ignoring the fatal wound on his chest, he roared angrily and withstood Leng Feng's head-on punch. His nosebleeds splattered, and even two of his front teeth were smashed, but it didn't change this character. The Japanese second lieutenant brazenly stretched out his arms and hugged Leng Feng's thick waist with determination.

He believed that as long as he delayed his opponent for two seconds, the Taicang sergeant who was following him would definitely pick up the stone in his hand and hit the Chinese soldier on the head.

In that case, even if they cannot avenge the entire team, as long as they can kill this powerful enemy, the Chinese will definitely be heartbroken for a long time!

Hugely correct tactical choice.

If Leng Feng, the number three figure, was really seriously injured, the Chinese infantry company that was killing Japanese troops everywhere would be absolutely heartbroken and unable to breathe.

The moment when a person is on the verge of death, the full potential that bursts out is undoubtedly terrifying. Hashimoto Taro's arms are like a pair of large iron pliers, tightly hugging Leng Feng's waist, even if Leng Feng presses his knee. He lifted the handle of the 38 bayonet and pushed the bayonet deep into the body of the Japanese second lieutenant. The bright tip of the knife poked out nearly ten centimeters from his back. He still vomited blood and refused to let go.

Hashimoto Taro could feel the anger of the Chinese soldier who was beating him crazily, but he couldn't feel his panic, and subconsciously looked to the side.

There, there was his fellow countryman from the same county, who was also his best friend. The reason why he did not enjoy the privilege of being a captain to sleep alone at night was because he and the sergeant reminisced about his hometown together until he fell asleep.

Despair shrouded his once hopeful eyes.

(End of this chapter)

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