Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 428

Chapter 428 The Feast of the God of Death

At 11 o'clock in the night!

In the wilderness outside Liuxi Town, Jiashan.

“Damn the Chinese, **** Xiaochuan.” A Japanese military commander sat on a cold tree stump, using a bayonet to scrape off the mud on his military boots while cursing in a low voice.

It is true that the temperature in late autumn in southeast China is not low, but the damp and cold characteristics make people feel extremely cold. Especially at this time, it is even colder to the bone, giving people the illusion that it is lower than the subzero temperature in northeast China. Low temperatures of dozens of degrees are even more unbearable.

In such weather and at such times, people should get into a warm bed or in front of a warmer campfire instead of trudging forward in the mud in the dark.

Moreover, shouldn't this be what infantrymen do! How could it fall on the imperial artillery? All this should be blamed on the Chinese who desperately resisted and their immediate superiors.

From the perspective of artillery commander Sato Kogi, if it hadn't been for the desperate resistance of the Chinese that led to the transfer of the **** infantry regiment from the 18th Division, or if Captain Ogawa of his artillery squadron hadn't given the order, how could he, the dignified artillery commander, have become a patrol officer? Team?

Yes, the Chinese who resisted desperately were the 'culprits' that caused noble technical soldiers such as Japanese artillery to become the lowest-level patrols.

Because, since the **** infantry regiment of the 18th Division left, Major General Raishiro Sumita, commander of the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade, looked at the only two infantry squadrons under his command with deep uneasiness.

In fact, after the 60 heavy artillery pieces of the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade were deployed, the entire position area was as high as 200,000 square meters. The No. 400 infantry also had to set up defenses in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest. That kind of defensive intensity would be enough for any soldier. To describe it as unbearable to see.

Especially when he thought of the Chinese who might have slipped into the position through the gaps in the barbed wire in the dark night, this had happened several times in the position of the 18th Division on the front line, which made Sumita Raishiro shudder.

Therefore, Sumita Raishiro ordered manpower from the artillery squadrons of each artillery brigade to form a patrol team to patrol the periphery of the position.

In the wide field outside the position of the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade, there are a total of 30 patrols composed of artillerymen like Sato Komu.

The train operates every 2 hours and starts at 6pm.

Such patrol intensity is enough to deter any invading enemy. This also shows the caution of the Major General Brigade Commander of the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade. Sumita Raishiro did not relax his vigilance just because the front line had the upper hand.

Perhaps the only mistake he made was that he misjudged the abilities of his men and their mental state.

Artillery, not infantry.

They caused huge casualties to their opponents, but due to limitations of space and distance, they almost never witnessed the true appearance of death. Moreover, as the technical arms of this era second only to pilots and crews, they have always been well protected by infantry.

The principle is almost the same as that children who are well protected by their mothers never achieve great success. Let them serve as patrols, and their pretense ability far exceeds their actual combat effectiveness.

Just like Sato Kogi now, he not only complained about his superiors to the sky and the ground, but also did not raise his vigilance to the possible dangers in the dark during such an important patrol period. He even ordered ten subordinates to When people were resting in place, not even a basic sentry was placed.

Including him, the patrol team of eleven people was sparsely scattered on the ridge of the field more than thirty meters away. They were smoking and talking and laughing. There was no consciousness that a patrol team should have.

And this is on the battlefield.

From the perspective of soldiers, calling them scum is looking down on them.

Therefore, those who do not fear the battlefield will die.

The first person to die was naturally the sergeant Sato Komu.

It wasn't his sergeant's collar badge that revealed his identity. In the almost blinding darkness, no one could see his face clearly, not even Tang Dao, who had extraordinary eyesight.

But the stupidity of shouting orders in the dark and lighting a cigarette on his own sent him to hell.

'Just sit here for a while, we'll be able to change shifts in an hour. ' Sato Komu, who had just thought of lying down, suddenly felt a cold feeling in his heart.

That coldness does not come from the autumn wind, it seems to come from the bottom of my heart.

A sharp blade suddenly penetrated the back and penetrated the heart. Perhaps anyone would feel the coldness coming from the heart!

The friction between the sharp blade and flesh should not generate heat.

　　I was so frightened that I wanted to turn my head. However, a pair of strong hands came from deep behind and tightly covered his mouth. Not to mention turning his head, even if he wanted to make a sound, he couldn't.

Complete incontinence of urine and feces.

It's not the fear of death that scares you, but because of death.

Lei Xiong does not have as many killing skills as Tang Dao, but he is ferocious enough, like a crocodile that has been waiting for a long time. Once it attacks, the prey can only be swallowed by the huge mouth, without mercy.

At about 9 o'clock, he led the army to arrive one kilometer away from the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade. Tang Dao, who served as a scout himself, found that the Japanese army was more cautious than he thought and even deployed patrols in the vast periphery. He could only make a quick decision response.

In order to ensure a one-hit kill without alerting the Japanese troops in the Japanese position 300 meters away, this attack team lurking on the route that the Japanese patrol must pass almost gathered Tang Dao's most powerful individual soldiers.

Tang Dao, Lei Xiong, Leng Feng, Cheng Tieshou and even powerful machine gunners like Heizi were all singled out by Tang Dao himself.

Each person has a sword, whether it is a bayonet or a saber borrowed from the cavalry. Ten strong soldiers who launch a surprise attack have only one chance to prevent their opponents from making a sound.

Once the Japanese army was alerted, the surprise attack army ambushed 700 meters away and used the Four Lines Camp as an arrow could only attack by force.

Facing the Japanese aggressors' guns 700 meters away to charge, how many casualties will be caused, that is definitely a heartbreaking number.

Everyone tried their best at the moment Lei Xiong launched the attack.

Heizi held the sharp saber that Tang Dao lent him, and his huge body suddenly jumped up from the mud. If there were flares at this time, you would definitely be able to see the bulging muscle lines on his arms.

The horrified Japanese soldier's pupils were only left with a huge shadow shrouding him, and then they froze.

Because, his head flew high.

It turns out that if the saber is sharp enough and powerful enough, human heads can really be chopped off.

In other words, it is blown away by the pressure from the human body cavity, after the human head breaks free from the constraints of muscles and bones.

Heizi, who exerted all his strength, killed the enemy with one blow.

It's a pity that the bright blood flower that spurted out more than 3 meters high was left unappreciated in the dark night.

Compared to the simplicity of killing with one sword, Leng Feng is a little more complicated, but no less brutal.

He used his bare hands. Before the Japanese soldier in front of him could react, he threw him to the ground, sat on him, grabbed his neck with his hands, and strangled him to death. During the whole process, No matter how hard the Japanese soldier struggled, he was suppressed by Leng Feng's strong body until his legs stretched out in despair.

It took a minute and a half for life to go from full of vitality to unwilling to disappear.

Except for the person involved, no one knows his despair for this minute and a half, and this is the cruelest thing.

Perhaps only those who are familiar with Leng Feng can understand him. Only such killings can slightly alleviate the anger in his heart.

How could he be worthy of his slaughtered family and his young brother who breathed his last in his arms if he didn't watch the Japanese die in despair at his own hands?

Hate cannot be wiped out by killing, but at that moment, it can be vented.

A patrol composed of Japanese artillery was quietly wiped out in the fertile fields trampled into mud in southeastern China.

And this is the curtain that has just opened on the theater of death.

The feast that the God of Death is cheering for is about to begin.

(End of this chapter)

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