Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 278

Chapter 278: Use every possible means

Essentially, the crow is not a qualified soldier.

Even though he has killed at least four Japanese soldiers now, he is still just an ordinary person wearing a military uniform.

Perhaps, it is his deep-seated hatred that makes him not very afraid of death, and he is much more courageous than ordinary people.

Ordinary people would have been frightened to death when faced with hundreds of Japanese troops armed with live ammunition and two armored vehicles armed with heavy machine guns. How could they think of saving people?

In fact, even professional soldiers will face difficult choices when faced with this dilemma.

Saving his comrade, both of them will die. If you don't save him, you can only watch him die.

That is undoubtedly a heavy psychological burden for soldiers. Even if they survive the battle, they will live in the shadow of guilt.

Such a dilemma, for both professional and non-professional soldiers, is actually a multiple-choice question with no correct answer.

If it were Tang Dao here, he might not be able to give the answer either, but he would definitely be much calmer than some crows who are confused at this time.

If he cannot save his comrades, then more Japanese will be buried with him. The focus of his thinking will definitely be on how to attack this cruel Japanese army, not just on saving people.

Crow wants to grow up on the battlefield, and this almost unanswerable multiple-choice question is the most critical step he takes.

The enemy is cruel, so he must choose to be ruthless.

Coldly abandoning his comrades, including himself, just to kill more enemies.

Victory is the only criterion for measuring a warrior's performance on the battlefield.

Retain your humanity so that you will not turn into a beast on the cruel battlefield, but sometimes you have to abandon your humanity and become a ruthless killing machine.

Every time a soldier experiences a battlefield, he has to walk between this kind of retention and abandonment. This is why there are so many patients with comprehensive sequelae of war.

The glass bottle brought by his companion exuded a strong smell of white wine, but the cotton strip protruding from the mouth of the white wine bottle reminded Crow of the demonstration that Lieutenant Colonel Tang Dao gave to the lieutenants. It was a thing called a Molotov cocktail.

The flames created by the Molotov cocktail were terrifying, but Crow didn't particularly care. In his opinion, this thing was far less useful than bullets. The Japanese infantry would never stand stupidly and let you hit it with a Molotov cocktail.

As for why his infantry platoon had this thing, it was because Crow planned to use this kind of incendiary bottle that could burn for a long time if it really didn't work. He could light up seven or eight houses in a row and let the southeast wind blow like this. With a blow, the whole neighborhood became a sea of flames, and everyone and the Japanese died together.

Now, Crow, whose mind was completely occupied with 'what to do', suddenly remembered that since Molotov cocktails can even burn rockery and other pure stone mountains, it shouldn't be a big problem to burn armored vehicles.

As long as the armored vehicle is set on fire, what if Wang Laoshi can still be rescued when the Japanese are in a panic?

As for whether it would be as he imagined, seeing the Japanese armored vehicle approaching from more than ten meters away towards the second floor where he was staying, the blood-red crow, who had been stimulated by the unanswerable multiple-choice questions, could only risk it. .

Even if he can't burn the Japanese tanks, he will accompany Wang Laoshi to the end of the world! Complete brotherhood.

That is to say, it is a bit regretful that the goal of killing 10 Japanese was not achieved in time.

But fortunately, I also killed four of them. Just like in business, you have to be the first to eat crabs, and you have to make money early!

The soldier brought over four Molotov cocktails.

The crow inserted the shell gun back to the waist, and the soldiers rushed over, Nudu, motioned for two. The soldiers attack the first armored vehicle, and you attack the second one.

The soldier understood, placed the Molotov cocktails on the floor, and climbed two of them along the wooden inner corridor to the front room.

Crow placed the two Molotov cocktails in front of him, leaning against the wooden board, listening to the rumble of the armored vehicle engine outside to judge the distance.

The Japanese are very cunning. Two armored vehicles are placed one behind the other six to seven meters apart. This ensures a more concentrated firepower and prevents both armored vehicles from being involved in the shock wave when attacked by explosive packets.

Soldiers of the Chinese Security Corps have tried to drop ignited cluster grenades, but the delay was not well controlled. Two flexible armored vehicles avoided the explosion point. The shock wave formed by the cluster grenades alone had a huge impact on the 94 armored vehicle with a steel plate nearly 10 mm thick. It won't cause much harm.

Listening to the rumble of the first armored vehicle passing by five or six meters away from him, the crow rubbed the matches with trembling hands, lit the Molotov cocktails in front of the cotton cloth soaked in white wine one by one, and then threw it for the last time from the gap in the wooden board to the person who was still being dragged by the armored vehicle. Wang Laoshi is sitting there.

Perhaps because he had lost too much blood after being dragged for a long time, Wang Laoshi, whose life had long been like a candle in the wind, was numb to the severe pain. There was not even despair on his gray face, but more of a dull look in his eyes. Staring blankly at the sky, he was already waiting for death to come.

The human body is actually very magical. I don't know if it's because of the legendary sixth sense, or maybe it's God's care for this wounded soldier in his last moments of life. Wang Laoshi felt that someone was staring at him, and his dull eyes turned slightly to look at the crow staring at him.

“Platoon leader, save me!” Wang Laoshi's originally dull eyes flashed with a glimmer of hope.

Although the crow didn't speak, the crow could understand.

“I'm sorry, brother, I can't save you!” The crow's tears were full of misery.

Wu Wu knew that even if he set fire to the armored vehicle, the cruel Japanese army would never give him a chance to rescue him. The two infantry artillery pieces still following behind would immediately fire at his position, and the Japanese army behind would also use their guns to fire at his position. Killing the useless bait, even the burning armored vehicle would involve Wang Laoshi, who was a few meters away, into the fire without them taking action.

Wang Laoshi's eyes quickly dimmed, and he also understood that no one could save him in such a situation.

However, his eyes were still looking in the direction of the crow. He was not hating his platoon leader for not saving him, but was praying.

He was begging his platoon leader. If the platoon leader could survive, please help take care of his children and prevent them from starving to death in this war-torn year.

“Don't worry, if I don't die, the big yellow croaker I have worked hard to save for several years will belong to your family.” Crow didn't know whether Wang Laoshi, who was seven or eight meters away, could understand his nod.

After making this oath silently in his heart, he closed his eyes in pain and never looked at Wang Laoshi, who was being dragged along.

Then, he put the iron whistle on his chest into his mouth and blew it suddenly.

That is the signal to notify your companions to launch an attack.

At the same time, he stood up suddenly and threw the two Molotov cocktails with ignited cotton in his hands towards the Japanese armored vehicle a few meters away at the fastest speed in his life.

Crow didn't even check whether the Molotov cocktail hit the armored vehicle. Before the bullets from the Japanese infantry were fired, he lay down on the spot, rolled his body desperately and jumped to the first floor.

This time, he is not only a gangster who wants to avenge his future wife, but also a platoon leader who has shouldered the responsibility of a brother. He cannot die so easily, he must work hard to survive.

The Japanese gunshots rang out, destroying the place where he had been hiding.

"Baga! Damn the Chinese!" When the crow threw two Molotov cocktails at the tank, Hero Kato, who was moving close to the armored vehicle, was almost frightened by the two black shadows flying towards the armored vehicle.

With its skillful tactical movements, it pounced sideways and then rolled to one side of the street.

The grenades thrown by the Chinese are not afraid of armored vehicles, but they are scary.

What he didn't expect was that the Chinese would launch an attack at such a close range. Aren't they afraid of killing their own people too?

It seems that the Chinese have finally become ruthless and are ready to abandon their colleagues. The bait has lost its effect.

“Pay attention to the wounded Chinese soldiers!” Hero Kato ordered cruelly while avoiding some embarrassment. "If the Chinese want to save him, then kill him."

Of course, the Japanese captain knew why the Chinese launched such a decisive attack. Naturally, it was because he wanted to rescue the wounded soldiers, so he refused to give them a chance, just to make the Chinese despair and let them experience the heartbreak of not being able to save them.

To put it bluntly, Hero Kato is also a kind of psychological warfare.

He is irritating the Chinese soldiers.

Only when the Chinese lose their minds can they win more easily.

The two armies engaged in battle, using all possible means.

PS: I saw some book friends said in the comment area that it describes too many psychological activities, and some said it was too slow, and some said it was romantic and romantic. What should I say? Fengyue hopes to work hard to portray the image of these inconspicuous little people in the war, because the war was completed by these little people. Whether they were alive or dead, they were the most glorious people of that era.

(End of this chapter)

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