Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 562

Chapter 562 Still the same old routine

　　'Araki Tomoda of Baga, you haven't set your sights on giving birth to a son! '

The two named Japanese infantry soldiers stood up from their respective fighting positions with their guns in hand. Cursing silently in their hearts, they nodded and bowed honestly, then walked out with their guns in hand.

In this situation, anyone would be angry.

From the time they set off at 9 pm to now, it has been a full 7 hours. They have marched at least 20 kilometers, with a short rest of 20 minutes. They finally reached a place where they could rest, drink water and eat. Holding a gun against the darkness, not even daring to blink.

Forget it, who let this be behind the Chinese defense line! It is necessary to remain vigilant, it is better than dying in the wilderness.

But it's too much to ask us to even do the errands. Do you guys have long legs?

Unfortunately, the strict hierarchy of the Japanese army meant that the two Japanese soldiers could only keep their dissatisfaction in their hearts and did not even dare to surface it.

If Lieutenant Araki is dissatisfied, it may not be possible to kill them with one shot, but letting them rush to the front and serve as cannon fodder is just a matter of words.

The two Japanese infantrymen, full of resentment, probably didn't even think about the danger in the middle area tightly surrounded by four infantry groups, so they unsuspectingly opened the door responsible for boiling water.

What's even more terrible is that when they strode into the small courtyard with guns in hand, they didn't even notice the blue smoke coming out from behind the simple wooden door.

The unusual silence in the small courtyard instantly alerted the two Japanese infantrymen. They touched the trigger and bowed their waists slightly.

At the same time, my nose smelled a strong smell of blood and a faint smell of gunpowder.

This was also the main reason why Tang Dao left quickly after setting up the arrangement. The first Japanese soldier he killed had his heart punctured and not much blood was shed, but the second Japanese soldier shed at least four liters of blood. , that fishy smell can make people's hair stand on end almost the moment they step into the courtyard.

People who have been on the battlefield for a long time are most sensitive to the smell of blood. Tang Dao will not have the luck of "all Japanese have sinusitis". They hide here and kill one by one or a pair of pairs.

Left before the Japanese infantry arrived.

However, the old trick of using wooden-handled grenades to create booby traps can be hung on loose door bolts.

It's true to be vigilant, but the few seconds the body froze, especially when the two subconsciously moved closer, it was over. Tang Dao, who was not here, had almost guessed their reactions.

With a sound of "Boom!", a single-shot grenade exploded less than two meters away from the two Japanese infantrymen.

The simple wooden door did not become an obstacle, but instead became an accomplice. Countless wood chips and shrapnel hit the two Japanese infantry. It did not kill them completely for a while, but completely sent the two Japanese infantry into the abyss.

There were at least twenty scars all over his body, and a piece of wood as long as a chopstick was even inserted deeply into his thigh. This was the miserable scene seen by Tomohiro Araki, who was running with people.

"There is an enemy!" Tomohiro Araki looked at his two subordinates who were twisting on the ground and screaming in severe pain, and he made the most accurate judgment in an instant.

A Japanese infantryman and machine gun shooter who gave up the defense at the east end of the village immediately put their guns on the courtyard wall. The grenade shooter also immediately took one of the three grenades he carried in his hand and ducked in. Dark place.

His deputy shooter was Toshiki Murakami. He was originally in this small courtyard, but now his colleagues were attacked. Murakami and Kuroki, who were responsible for boiling water, were silent. You could tell with your toes that the two of them were in serious danger.

“Everyone, search here, find the attacker, and kill him. We only have five minutes at most.” Tomohiro Araki roared outside in pure Kumamoto dialect.

He quietly killed two people and used grenades to maim two of his own. This was definitely a terrifying figure who was skilled in assassination. The Japanese second lieutenant's hair stood on end as the strong smell of blood rushed into his nose.

Fortunately, he still had sixteen people, and the number of attackers was definitely not large. The sky has already turned white. Although the line of sight is still not good, it is still possible to ensure a field of vision of more than 20 meters. The eleven people shrink inward in a large arc search state. As long as the attacker is still hiding nearby, he will definitely be searched. come out.

It would be best if they hid in the house and resisted. The light machine guns and grenade launchers that had been mounted on the wall would completely suppress them in the house, and then they would be killed by the grenades thrown by the imperial infantry.

At this moment, Araki Tomohiro showed his due level as an infantry second lieutenant. The only mistake may be that he did not expect that the attacker was only one person.

It is indeed extremely difficult for one person to kill two people silently in a very short period of time.

It's a pity that Tang Dao is such a character who has completely exceeded his world view. During the Battle of Sihang Warehouse, he even quietly killed three people on the light and dark sentry in front of the Japanese trenches. At the darkest moment before dawn, he killed a sleeping man. Fighting with two restless Japanese soldiers was actually not as difficult as the Japanese second lieutenant imagined.

The Japanese second lieutenant who was alert enough but still misjudged his opponent's strength will pay the price.

"You guys, go see Amaterasu with peace of mind!" Looking at his colleagues on the ground writhing in pain like two fish thrown onto the river bank, Tomohiro Araki made a cold decision.

He knew that although there were no fatal injuries, the two guys whose bodies were injured by splinters of wood and shrapnel were unlikely to survive. Even the best surgeons could not remove those debris from their bodies. They would die. Since the chance of bacterial infection is 100%, it is better to simply die than let them die in pain.

But the two wounded Japanese infantrymen didn't think so. They wanted to live.

Looking at the second lieutenant who had drawn the Southern Type 14 pistol with painful and pleading eyes, before he could make a sound, two gunshots were fired, and his body trembled and returned to calm.

Tang Dao, who had hid more than 20 meters away, frowned slightly. The reason why he only used one grenade instead of two was to only wound but not kill. In this way, the Japanese army had to send soldiers to take care of the two wounded soldiers and weaken him. He had to face pressure, but the Japanese commander was much more ruthless than he thought, and directly killed the wounded soldiers himself.

However, it's nothing, it's just a little more effort.

Following Tomohiro Araki's roar, three groups of Japanese troops rushed out of their respective courtyards with guns in hand. They were cautiously separated by about three or four meters and staggered towards the small courtyard where their commander was located.

This is just a small village with a dozen families living in it. Each courtyard is built at random along the river. To put it bluntly, the distance between each house is no more than ten meters, and the length of the village from east to west is no more than a hundred meters. The north and south are even narrower.

The approaching Japanese troops advance in a staggered manner. If one person is attacked, the other two will launch a counterattack at any time. Friendly troops dozens of meters away can provide fire support without even running over.

There is a small river more than two meters wide on the side that was deliberately released. It is also a trap. Anyone who wants to leave from there will be sieved by light machine guns that have been set up.

When passing by a house, the Japanese infantry had no intention of kicking open the door to go in and check. Two grenades were thrown into it. The melon-type infantry grenade, which was mainly used for attacks, had a damage range of up to seven or eight square meters. Two grenades were enough to kill the house hidden in it. The enemy was killed and wounded.

Then, they swarmed in again, threw several more grenades into the house, and hid them in the house. This was undoubtedly an extremely stupid act.

The search circle is constantly shrinking, but the imaginary enemy is still not found.

Until, a Japanese soldier was attracted by a fleeting figure and strode forward to catch up.

Wearing cowhide boots, he kicked hard and broke the black fishing line half a meter above the ground.

After a stagger, 'Boom! boom! boom! ' The violent explosions that continued overhead were like a goddess scattering flowers.

Two minutes ago, Tang Dao hung the captured grenade package on the branches of the big tree, and added a grenade with the fuse shortened.

(End of this chapter)

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