Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 561

Chapter 561 Cruel Beauty

Murakami Toshiki originally had the typical single eyelids of islanders, with slender eyes that were not too small when fully opened, but now in Kuroki Rokuro's field of vision, they were exceptionally large.

If I had to use a word to describe it, the Chinese saying "eyes are like copper bells" is probably quite accurate.

“Murakami-kun?” Kuroki Rokuro subconsciously stood up and moved forward, asking softly again.

The smoke emitted by the burning firewood severely reduced his sense of smell. Otherwise, the Japanese superior soldier might be able to smell the strong smell of blood in the air without having to see clearly.

　　What greeted him was no more murmured reply from his companions, but a flash of a sword swung out from behind his companions.

The light of the sword was a bit dazzling against the firelight of the stove. Kuroki Rokuro couldn't help but blink, but at that moment, a chill came from his neck.

Then, waves of warmth flow down the skin.

Rokuro Kuroki looked forward in a daze. Behind Toshiki Murakami, a tall man in a dark blue military uniform walked out. He lifted Toshiki Murakami, who was completely limp and was about to fall down, and gently lifted him up. He placed it against the wall next to the door and then looked at him with cold and cruel eyes.

'Chinese! ' Kuroki Rokuro finally understood.

He opened his mouth to shout, but no sound came out. No matter how wide he opened his mouth, what fell in the ears of the Japanese superior soldier was just a "clucking" sound like a rooster, and the heat felt on the skin of his neck became even warmer.

If you give Kuroki Rokuro a mirror so that he can see his own neck, maybe he will know why.

That knife not only severed his aorta and trachea, but also completely cut open his Adam's apple. The horrific wound was like another big mouth on his neck. In fact, his head was only relying on the undamaged cervical vertebrae. Connected to the body.

And when he tried to open his mouth and shouted, the artificially created 'bloody mouth' on his neck opened even more ferociously, and the fresh muscle tissue squirmed and spurted out more blood, because the pressure inside the body cavity was much greater than the outside world. , the blood from the severed artery spurted out, and then turned into a thin layer of blood mist that dispersed in the air.

With the firelight in the stove, the Japanese superior soldiers shrouded in blood mist have an unparalleled sense of beauty.

Cruel beauty!

Tang Dao looked coldly at the Japanese soldiers who were trying their best to make a "gurgling" sound in the blood mist, and did not take action again.

He knew that the Japanese army's upper-class soldiers' chances of survival were at an end.

The cause of death was not the huge wound that made one's hair stand on end at first glance, but the horrific blood loss.

Just like killing a pig during the New Year, a pig stabbed into the aorta will drain most of the blood in its body within a few minutes, and then become whiter than ever before, snow-white.

The same goes for Japanese superior soldiers!

All his struggles will only lead him to death faster. In less than thirty seconds, his brain will be deprived of oxygen due to ischemia and fall into a coma, and death will come peacefully.

　　Involuntarily, he stretched out his hand to cover his neck. The smoothness and warmth in his palm made Rokuro Kuroki, who had always seemed a little numb due to the deep sadness, realize that his neck was cut by the dazzling sword light.

“Am I going to die?” Such a signal came back to Kuroki Rokuro's mind.

But miraculously, he was not afraid at all. Perhaps, he no longer had to worry about how to face those three grieving mothers!

Hutching his neck, Kuroki Rokuro slowly knelt on the ground as his leg strength lost, and then lay quietly on the ground. The still-running blood quickly accumulated a large pool on the ground.

Before falling into the final darkness, Kuroki Rokuro's mind was filled with the sight of the ancient cherry blossom tree at the entrance to the village in full bloom in spring. A gust of spring breeze blew, and the pink petals swayed down, landing on Sachiko's hair and eyebrows.

Flowers are beautiful, people are even more beautiful!

“This **** war!” Kuroki Rokuro wanted to curse.

Unfortunately, all he could make was a soft 'gurgling' sound, and then there was complete silence.

Tang Dao was also a little surprised that the Japanese soldier greeted death so calmly and did not struggle in vain, but soon this completely useless thought for him was completely blocked, and he just killed two people, and A full 18 Japanese troops were waiting for him. The long-distance march of the Japanese army was exhausting, but a force of 20 men could not guard all the roads into the village. They only had the Browning pistol and the Tang Dao that Tantai Mingyue stubbornly gave him before leaving, and they went smoothly. into the village.

The smoke from the Japanese army's fire may not be obvious outside the village, but in the eyes of Tang Dao, who is only thirty meters away, it is undoubtedly a guiding light.

However, even Tang Dao did not expect that this group of so-called Japanese elites would be so lax behind enemy lines. There were only two Japanese soldiers in the entire small courtyard. One fell asleep leaning against the door, and the other was quietly adding fire to the stove. boiling water.

There was no difficulty at all. Tang Dao covered the mouth of the sleeping Japanese soldier and pierced his heart from behind. The whole process took no longer than thirty seconds. His strong arms and tall body defeated the Japanese soldier, who was no taller than 1.6 meters tall. Lifted in mid-air, all the struggles could only kick the air, not even alerting the Japanese soldiers who were close at hand and concentrating on boiling water.

That was definitely a dull enough soldier. Even when facing a cruel death, he seemed quiet and dull. Tang Dao could only give this definition to Kuroki Rokuro, whose name he did not know.

But undoubtedly, the quiet deaths of the two Japanese soldiers provided him with a lot of convenience, especially after seeing the rice **** placed on the stove.

Tang Dao was busy in this simple kitchen with ease.

Tang Dao was very busy and cautious. Outside this small courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River, there were up to 18 Japanese soldiers surrounding him.

Not all Japanese soldiers were as lax as the two soldiers in the central courtyard. They basically entered a small courtyard in groups of three or four, basically guarding the four sides of the small village. Because the courtyard walls and houses could not see the arrangements of his personnel, Tang Dao did not dare to attack rashly.

He could not guarantee a fatal blow to any group without making a sound, which would most likely result in him being surrounded by Japanese troops from three other directions and blocking him in a village he was also unfamiliar with.

Even if Tang Dao didn't see clearly the equipment of this 20-man squad, he knew that they must be equipped with at least one light machine gun and one grenade launcher. Those things were too much of a threat to him who only had one pistol.

Once the open-fire war started, he would have to fight with more than a dozen Japanese soldiers in the village for at least several minutes before waiting for support.

Tang Dao must be cautious. Even if he is destined to fight, he must first minimize the threat. This small courtyard, which seemed to be surrounded by four groups of Japanese troops, was actually the safest location for him and the most likely location for the Japanese to lose their vigilance.

Second Lieutenant Tomohiro Araki, who had just rested for less than five minutes while leaning against the wall more than 20 meters away from the courtyard, was very tired. As the supreme commander of this special agent team composed of personnel from three infantry squadrons of the brigade, he was just He was already tired from getting to know them on the road.

Due to heavy losses in personnel, each infantry squadron refused to provide a fully-equipped squad to serve as a reconnaissance squad behind enemy lines. The Major was helpless and could only transfer personnel from each squadron, and he, the former squad leader with less than 20 troops, was Unfortunately, His Excellency the Major personally named him as the top officer of this temporary unit. When seeing him off, he personally promised him that when he returned, he would be replenished with enough troops, and after the Jiaxing battle, he would be promoted to lieutenant.

But for Second Lieutenant Araki, what he has to worry about is not what will happen in the future at all, but now, the unfamiliarity with each other has led to a decline in combat effectiveness.

The 20 people from the three infantry squadrons were naturally divided into three groups. Four people from the 1st Infantry Squadron took the initiative to go to the west of the village, seven people from the 2nd Infantry Squadron, three people went to the south of the village, and four people went to the north of the village. He, the commander from the 3rd Infantry Squadron, led the remaining seven people, two of whom were responsible for boiling water and meals, and five of whom set up defenses in the east of the village.

Kuroki and Murakami, the two stupid pigs in charge of boiling water, haven't sent any news yet. Could it be that they fell asleep? Thinking of this, Tomohiro Araki, who was already extremely tired, became even more angry. If he didn't need to keep quiet enough, he would have roared on the spot and urged those two bastards!

“Two of you, go and see if the hot water is ready!” Second Lieutenant Araki waved his hand and ordered to a few familiar infantrymen.

The three soldiers holding their guns according to the gap in the courtyard wall did not move. The other two soldiers who were sitting with Second Lieutenant Araki looked at each other helplessly and could only stand up.

As the main machine gun shooter and the main grenade shooter, these two men naturally have a higher military rank than other ordinary Japanese soldiers, and therefore have the right to rest like second lieutenants without being alert.

But now, the three soldiers are on guard duty, and only two of them are left. If they don't want to move, they can only go there.

"You can't leave! Moritkun, Kuroo-kun, you go!" Tomohiro Araki suddenly waved his hand to stop him.

Subconsciously, the Japanese second lieutenant kept the two most powerful shooters in the unit with him. Only in this way would he feel most at ease.

Facts a minute later proved that he was smart enough. Otherwise, he would have lost the main machine gun shooter and the main grenade shooter from the beginning of this battle. How could he still fight?

Of course, that was the reason why he stubbornly refused to leave this deadly small village. Otherwise, when he realized that nothing could be done and decided to escape, two Chinese communications soldiers with only shell guns would not be able to stop a dozen elite Japanese infantrymen who were fleeing.

(End of this chapter)

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