Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 342

Chapter 342 I won't let go

It's just that crazy roars on the battlefield have no other effect except to vent their emotions.

What's even more tragic is that it also pointed out the target for the lurking enemy.

Tang Dao, who had just finished a sneak attack on another Japanese army, followed the sound and threw two melon grenades in succession.

Although they were nearly 20 meters apart, the grenade, which was as accurate as a grenade, directly sent away the Japanese second lieutenant and several soldiers who were so angry that they couldn't help themselves. Then they raised their guns and hit the two men who were more than ten meters away until then. After killing the lurking sentry who had woken up and was still confused, Tang Dao then looked at the two survivors in the house that he had spared.

Wrown his brows and put one foot in his ribs.

There was a muffled grunt, and the severe pain caused the two Japanese infantrymen who had been knocked unconscious by his slap to arch up.

But obviously, this kind of violent awakening is very effective.

Two Japanese soldiers woke up one after another. The first time they woke up, they saw a Tang knife with a Sanba bayonet still dripping with blood in one hand standing in front of them.

Of course, what frightened the two Japanese soldiers the most was not the knife that had obviously just killed someone before, but the **** red teeth exposed in Tang Dao's slightly cracked mouth.

Because of the need to hide before, Tang Dao mostly used cold weapons to kill people. Although his extremely rich killing skills allowed the Japanese army to kill people as quickly as possible, the blood spattered when killing pigs would inevitably splash on his face and body.

Tang Dao, who used the "Five Drums of Soul-Severing Incense" to send the exhausted Japanese soldiers into a deep sleep, then went on a killing spree, killed at least twenty people with cold weapons, plus the several people he had just killed with grenades and shot. According to his observation, this should be the remaining strength of this infantry team after a day of fighting.

An adult weighing 70 kilograms has about 5 liters of blood. The Japanese infantry were well-nourished. Although most of them had short legs and short stature, they were all strong and powerful, and they basically weighed close to 70 kilograms.

It's hard to tell how much blood Tang Dao, who killed so many Japanese soldiers one by one with his knife, had on his body.

The blood that splashes to the ends of the hair and condenses and drips flows to the face and then to the mouth. Can a healthy white teeth turn red?

Anyway, in the eyes of the two Japanese soldiers who were **** like twists by him, under the moonlight, the tall man with wet hair dripping with thick blood and a set of red teeth was a man whose head came from ancient times. A ferocious beast.

They were not sure whether the beast had actually torn people alive, but they were sure that the beast had killed many people.

The strong smell of blood on his body even exceeded that of the room, because there were five colleagues lying there, a team of seven people, except for the two of them, there were two and a half pairs lying quietly on the ground bleeding.

The flowing blood flowed unbridled in the house like a stream.

Thinking with their buttocks, they also knew that it was all the work of the devil in front of them.

Their mouths were not blocked, and they could have shouted loudly, asking for help or warning. This is what a heroic Army soldier of the Empire of Japan should do.

However, facing this demon-like man holding a sword with one hand, the two frightened Japanese soldiers fell silent.

"Very good, at least from now on it seems that you two are very smart and are qualified for me to chat with you." Tang Dao said in proficient Japanese.

"The closest friendly forces to you are 100 meters away. When they hear the explosion here, they will wake up first and wait until they are sure that their defense line is not in danger before sending personnel to inquire. This time is about 3 minutes. But I still need to set up a certain disguise before leaving, and it will take another minute and a half, so..." Tang Dao analyzed the two Japanese soldiers in a clear manner, and then said leisurely:

“So, according to what my hometown says, you two princes don't have much time left for you. Think carefully about how to answer my question.”

The two Japanese soldiers are a little confused. So far, they have not figured out what this murderous devil wants to know from them, so there is not much time left for Taijun. Who is Taijun?

Tang Dao was not in a hurry. He looked up at the sky outside the window, squinting his eyes and not knowing what he was thinking. For about twenty or thirty seconds, there was a suffocating silence in the room with the flashlight on.

Brother, what exactly do you want to ask? You have to ask! Although the two Japanese soldiers remained silent, the expressions in their eyes were constantly changing. I am afraid that as time passed, this thought flashed through their minds countless times.

"Oh! I seem to have forgotten to ask a question. It's not a secret. What organization do you belong to, what is the name of the leader, what is the name of the squadron leader, who is the group leader, what is your last name, that's all. "Tang Dao looked away from the window and looked down at the two Japanese soldiers.

"We have said, will you let us go?" a Japanese soldier asked pretending to be calm. His face remained calm, but his wandering eyes had actually betrayed the panic in his heart. While waiting for Tang Dao to think of something, he must have been fighting between heaven and man for a long time.

"The person who said it first, I guarantee that he will not die in my hands, in the name of my Tang Dao ancestor." Tang Dao answered seriously. "But if you deceive me, then I will cut his blood vessels and trachea. Maybe you don't know what that feels like. Have you ever seen killing a chicken?"

Before the other Japanese soldier could speak, Tang Dao kicked him out and knocked him unconscious. He looked at the Japanese soldier who spoke first and said, "He is a little late, so he should go to sleep first. You can say it. When your companion wakes up, he will It will confirm your answer. If it is wrong, you are the chicken, and he can survive by chance, and maybe have a chance to see his parents and beloved wife. "

Devil, this is the real devil! The Japanese psychological defense line that spoke first was directly defeated by Tang Dao.

The Japanese army who originally wanted to fool Tang Dao by randomly mentioning the names of some of his colleagues knew that the consequence of doing so would be that regardless of whether his colleagues could survive or not, he would definitely die first.

Writhing on the ground like a bug, it died of suffocation and excessive blood loss, because the chicken with its neck cut off had legs and wings, and could still flutter no matter how painful it was, but with its hands and feet tied, he could only be helpless. Twist your head.

"We are the 4th Infantry Brigade of the 13th Infantry Regiment." The Japanese army, whose psychological defense lines were broken, reported all the answers Tang Dao wanted as quickly as possible.

“Very good, the soldiers of the Sixth Division are indeed good-minded!” Tang Dao nodded with satisfaction.

Then he took another Japanese soldier out with the pleading eyes of the Japanese soldier, and continued to wake him up in a rough way. The Japanese soldier's face turned pale when he heard Tang Dao reported his preparation. Knowing that his companion had confessed, he could no longer resist. According to Tang Dao's request was confirmed one by one by naming the officers he belonged to.

Both Japanese soldiers were still alive when Tang Dao left. Tang Dao swore an oath in the name of his ancestors and could never break his promise. However, the two Japanese soldiers seemed to have ignored Tang Dao's words and would not die in his hands.

Maybe it's not ignored, what if!

Chance is the most common choice that most people use when facing a crisis.

Two minutes later.

Six melon grenades were tied between two Japanese soldiers back to back. The trigger device of one of them was fired and then tied to a rope. The rope was tremblingly stretched across the entrance of the gate half a foot above the ground.

The two Japanese soldiers, who were tied to wooden pillars and tightly gagged, could only watch helplessly as a colleague kicked open the door and looked at the pile of corpses piled up in the courtyard. They subconsciously took a step forward and then shrank back. Returning, the Japanese soldiers who were cautious enough saved their lives, but the rope blocked by the threshold was kicked off and the grenade was detonated.

They did not die at the hands of Tang Dao, but at the feet of their colleagues.

Tang Dao kept his promise. Since he said he would not kill them with his own hands, he could only use fake hands to kill them.

He calmly arranged everything under the vicious and crazy eyes of the two Japanese soldiers.

At that time and space, there were countless undead souls who looked at them with a more humble expression than they did, but did they show mercy? Are you afraid? Feeling guilty?

No, they still raised the bright steel knives in their hands.

The Sixth Division has more than 20,000 people, and even calling it a beast makes the beast feel insulted.

Hungry wolves and tigers will only bite off the trachea of their prey to kill it before eating its flesh and blood. This is because they want to survive and that is the law of nature.

There has never been a creature that takes death as entertainment like these "four-legged beasts" that Tang Dao faced, and they reveled in the breath of death.

Creatures that do not respect life do not need to possess life.

Tang Dao's men may have spared some Japanese, but they were definitely not from the Tenth Army and definitely not from the Sixth Division, even the dogs they raised.

PS: There was a network problem. It took me a long time to get through. The update is late. Sorry!

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