Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 539

Chapter 539 It's not okay to call 'Dad'!

It's still Yang Bicheng.

Because he was at the front, only the veteran deputy Wang Changshou was following him closely.

So, they are not a trio, but a duo.

In front of them, three Japanese soldiers holding rifles stood impressively.

Facing the thin Chinese soldier who had just stabbed his powerful sergeant to death with a rifle and a Chinese "veteran" with a wrinkled face, the faces of the three Japanese infantrymen were full of ferocity.

These two Chinese only have one rifle. They only need one rifle to block, and the other two rifles to stab directly. If nothing unexpected happens, after two seconds, the two Chinese can only hopelessly stabbed by the 38 bayonets. Kneeling and wailing when stabbed.

They have even seen the deep fear in the eyes of the young Chinese soldiers and the stiffened facial muscles of the "old" Chinese soldiers.

Yes, Wang Changshou was even more frightened than Yang Bicheng.

Because, he has seen more death than Yang Bicheng.

Comrades killed by bullets, brothers killed by bayonets, officers killed by artillery shells, comrades killed by gas bombs

Without exception, their eyes were all gray, their faces were as yellow as fire paper, and their bodies became a little light because they had lost a lot of blood or souls.

Death is never heroic, but ferocious!

He wanted to live, not to be like that, nor to be buried alone in this wilderness, and then become smelly little by little and become food for ants and bugs.

He also wanted to see the beautiful mountains and rivers of his hometown, he wanted to see his wife's not-so-beautiful but warm face, he wanted to see his daughter wearing coarse clothes looking at him with a surprised smile, and he even wanted to use his military pay to buy the most beautiful thing for his daughter. Wedding dress, watching her walk towards that handsome and simple young man, someone will take care of her on his behalf from now on!

He doesn't want to die, he wants to live!

Faced with such three Japanese soldiers, his comrades-in-arms were closest to him ten meters away, and they also had to face the Japanese bayonets. No one would come to help him within at least ten seconds.

Ten seconds were enough for him and that brat Yang Bicheng to die several times.

Wang Changshou was desperate and frightened, but he did not retreat.

“Hide behind me!” Wang Changshou's voice was even hoarse due to fear.

His legs were shaking slightly, but his hands held the gun tighter.

Until this moment, he has not forgotten his responsibility. No matter how much he fears death, he cannot let that melon die in front of him. This was what the company commander had told him when he entrusted Yang Bicheng to him.

Melon peel is the only seedling in his family.

Two Chinese soldiers were trembling in the face of imminent death. The Japanese army was already sure of victory. They had already taken big steps, stretched their arms forward, and were about to roar "Kill the chicken!"

It's a pity that they only saw the scene of the thin Chinese soldier holding a rifle and stabbing Sergeant Mino in bed, but they didn't see how their sergeant fell in frustration.

That was all because of a semi-automatic Browning 1911 pistol.

The most terrible thing is that there are still four bullets in the seven-round magazine.

So, Yang Bicheng raised his gun and fired without hesitation.

Ignore it, raise the gun and pull the trigger continuously.

Facing the three gleaming bayonets, Yang Bicheng, who was timid by nature, felt uncontrollable fear and returned to the state of "coward".

At that moment, he completely forgot about the hatred of his cousins who died in the battle, forgot about his desire to avenge his cousins, and even forgot that he originally wanted to die.

Fear! After all, it aroused his most primitive instinct in life - survival.

So, he pulled the trigger as fast as he could.

Whether you can hit the target and kill the Japanese army may not be the most important thing anymore.

The most important thing is that he must empty all the bullets before he is stabbed by the bayonet, and cannot waste the good gun given to him by the battalion commander before leaving.

The brain went blank, leaving only the biological instinct, but this "new soldier" who had almost no battlefield experience due to the protection of his brother accidentally entered the realm of man and gun.

The four shots fired at an astonishingly fast speed without aiming at all, none of the bullets missed, and all fell on the Japanese infantry less than 3 meters in front of him.

The most amazing thing is that even the rain and dew touched it, and not a single Japanese soldier was left behind.

Even the Japanese soldier who was shot in the end tried his best to avoid bullets. He roared and threw himself towards the grass on the left, tried his best to shrink his already short body, and even rolled continuously.

Excellent individual soldier skills and tactics, the shrinking body reduces the area of evading bullets, the grass can block his figure, and the high-speed rolling can keep him away from the "veteran" soldier holding the rifle, avoiding being chased by him. Stab down.

This Japanese infantryman has actually achieved excellence to the extreme.

Unfortunately, this is life, it is so full of drama. If everything goes according to the script, then maybe many people will suffer from depression!

It may be more likely because of the protection of five elder brothers. The excellence of the Japanese was defeated by the "fear" of the Chinese.

Even if he had already sprinted and rolled five or six meters away from Yang Bicheng in less than two seconds, at that speed, even Tang Dao would give him a thumbs up.

“Bang!” Yang Bicheng emptied the magazine.

The last bullet accurately hit the rear of the Japanese soldier who was more agile and coquettish than a deer being chased by a cheetah.

“Ouch!” A scream with different tone went straight into the sky. There is absolutely no one of the most vulnerable places in the human body. The tender end of the **** is densely covered with abundant neurons. Even if the stool is slightly hard, it can make people grimace in pain.

But now, an 11.43mm warhead was ramming through it, and red, green, yellow, and black substances shot out from the wound as wide as the mouth of the cup.

Let alone experiencing it personally, just by looking at it, you know how painful it would be for the Japanese soldier.

　　However, there is never any empathy in this world. Everyone is an independent individual, whether mentally or physically, they are all different.

　　No one knows how much pain he will feel. Perhaps, at the moment of death, he would prefer that he had never been so good and was shot in the head like his colleagues.

　　The large-caliber bullet that entered through the nose bone exploded his face into a **** flower and shattered his brain. It looked cruel and terrifying, but at least he died quickly!

"Guawazi, change the magazine and keep killing!" Wang Changshou reacted quickly. Under the huge surprise, he strode forward and stabbed another Japanese soldier who was still struggling for his life on the ground with a knife, shouting crazily.

Yang Bicheng only had two loaded magazines in total. His adrenaline was in a state of rapid secretion and he was not as excited about his victory. He almost mechanically replaced the last magazine. Under the leadership of Wang Changshou, he asked Yang Xiaoshan on the battlefield. Wait for someone to come closer.

Meeting the yellow figure, Yang Bicheng, who had basically fallen into a state of "chaos", raised his hand and shot.

The play style that did not follow the "rules" instantly broke the balance of the battlefield. After two more people were killed in a row, the Japanese army was forced to launch a "suicide" attack in the face of the tight defense of the Chinese soldiers.

It's just that the 'cheetah' has arrived.

Tang Dao, who rushed at high speed, was even one step faster than the Japanese army who was planning to attack at the risk of death. Faced with the bayonet that was forced to face him due to being alerted, he suddenly used his arms to block it and pushed away the bayonet of the Japanese sergeant. , however, did not turn the muzzle of the gun back to the front and stab straight ahead as the other Japanese soldier on the side imagined.

On the contrary, Tang Dao accelerated forward again contrary to common sense. For a moment, an afterimage seemed to flash out of his body, but he narrowly avoided the Japanese bayonet.

Then, he turned his body, slightly arched his body, and slammed into the Japanese sergeant who was caught off guard by the opening of the palace.

Tieshanguao, a fighting method of Bajiquan, one of the most ferocious boxing techniques in China.

“Bang! Click!” Two almost coherent voices sounded. The Japanese sergeant screamed and was knocked nearly three meters away.

What's even more unfortunate is that a Japanese soldier was probably stunned by such a brutal scene. While facing this way, he forgot that the gun in his hand seemed to be pointed at the sergeant who was knocked away.

So, his nearly thirty centimeters long bayonet pierced the fresh meat skewers.

"Eight-eight." The Japanese military officer, who had suffered heavy losses one after another, held his breath and beeped twice in succession, but did not finish what he wanted to say.

Although both the Chinese and Japanese armies knew that he wanted to shout "Baga".

But the fact is that he was beaten so much that he called daddy!

"Call dad, it's too late! Kill!" Tang Dao smiled and threw the spear in his hand, directly stabbing the Japanese soldier who had accidentally stabbed his sergeant to death and fell into a daze on the spot.

Just one confrontation and two Japanese invaders were killed in a row. The appearance of the Tang battalion commander completely raised the morale of the Chinese side to its peak.

Li Jijin also led more than 20 people to pounce on them.

“Kill!” The collective roar of dozens of Chinese soldiers became the straw that broke the camel's back.

Of the last dozen or so Japanese soldiers, I don't know who ran first. In short, when one person took the lead, almost all the Japanese soldiers turned around and ran away.

At this time, it is no longer a question of who can outrun the Chinese, but that outperforming one's own companions is victory.

The ugliness of human nature is fully exposed at this moment.

Facts have proved that it is not that the Japanese army is tough, but that they have not encountered anyone tougher than them.

Faced with cotton, egg shells are both hard materials.

'kill! ' Yang Bicheng, who had fallen into madness, was stunned when he saw the Japanese soldiers who suddenly turned around and fled. He took a big step with a pistol and chased after them.

"Grandpa, are you my grandfather? Save some bullets, there will be a war later." Wang Changshou was frightened, and grabbed the young soldier who was obviously stunned.

　　It was not that he was too timid to pursue the Japanese troops, but that he was certain that all the Japanese troops were dead.

Japanese infantrymen run very fast. Although their legs are short, they run very fast. Those two little bow legs are like running on hot wheels.

However, the Japanese infantrymen who were driven out of their **** positions and jumped into the wilderness by dozens of murderous Chinese soldiers died.

What killed them were several light and heavy machine guns mounted on the top of the slope.

Hunters usually only need to drive the prey into the hunting ground or trap, and the task is considered complete.

A dozen running figures without any cover were so helpless in front of the flames of light and heavy machine guns.

At this point, except for the Japanese troops on the two wings who were still resisting, no Japanese troops were left on the front battlefield of the Second Company.

The Japanese army's triangular position, which was originally stable and could support it for an hour, was interrupted at one corner.

All the light and heavy machine guns on the top of the **** turned their muzzles.

Several bullets fired from the side and rear caused dust to rise everywhere. The Japanese soldiers on the battlefield really wanted to call daddy.

(End of this chapter)

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