Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 610

Chapter 610 The Heart of a Warrior (Part 1)

The Tang knife accurately hit the thigh of the Japanese soldier lying in the bushes 300 meters away.

The Japanese soldiers may never have dreamed that they would be hit by bullets even if they were so well hidden, but this disbelief could not prevent the bullets, which had deep marks carved by bayonets, from being shot through the thick gluteus maximus muscles and hitting the inside of them. The back of the thigh bone did not pop out from the other side like the original trajectory.

Rather, the seemingly solid copper bullet became fragile and deformed instantly. After breaking the bone, the rolling copper bullet happened to avoid the aorta, forming a terrifying cavity on the outside of the thick thigh before drilling out.

The Japanese soldiers howled in pain, and even Heizi and the others who were more than 300 meters away could really hear it.

"Fuck you, the Japanese are not all die-hard. Why did they scream so miserably when they were beaten to the **** by their superiors?" Heizi curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, expressing his disdain for the Japanese army's fragile performance.

Niu Er, who was squatting on a large branch five or six meters away and aiming at the distance, grinned and ignored him.

He is the only person here besides Tang Dao who has a 'scope'. The blood splash in his clear field of vision is enough to prove how big the wound will be when hit by the Japanese army.

Even though Heizi looks like a tough guy at the moment, Niu Er can guarantee that if he was hit by such a bullet, his scream would not be any weaker than that of the Japanese soldier who screamed miserably.

In fact, there are no pain nerves attached to the surface of the bone itself. If the bone is broken, it will not hurt much. The reason why the human body feels pain is that there are extremely abundant pain nerves in the muscle tissue. The damage caused by the tumbling and deformed bullet is mainly It is aimed at the human body tissue.

The originally tight body is suddenly torn open with a hole the size of a baby's fist. What kind of pain is that?

I'm afraid only the person involved can answer this question.

What's more terrible is not just the unimaginable pain.

Japanese soldiers who were shot also lost their ability to move quickly.

This is the most deadly thing on the battlefield.

Carrying a first aid kit with you can block a huge wound that spurts out blood, and at least prevent death from excessive blood loss in a short period of time.

The severe pain was heartbreaking, but it at least proved that he was still alive, and that was the only thing worth celebrating.

Whether it is the injured Japanese soldier or his colleagues, one thing is clear: he needs help.

Both the Chinese and Japanese armies will not hesitate to lend a helping hand to their companions on the battlefield.

The army itself is a collective. No one can survive alone. Only by joining together can we ensure our survival.

So, at the moment when the Japanese soldiers were wailing loudly, a yellow figure in the grass five or six meters away from him moved slightly.

Tang Dao, who had been waiting for a long time, swung his muzzle slightly and quietly locked onto the alarmed target.

“Bang!” A shot.

The unclear yellow shadow crawling in the grass trembled a few times and became quiet.

“Akiumi-kun, Kawaguchi-kun, come and help me!” The injured Japanese soldier wailed in pain and called for help from his familiar colleagues.

The Japanese soldier should have good popularity, and his military rank is not very low, at least he is a first-class soldier or a sergeant. After learning from the past, someone still tried to throw a first aid kit to him, although the figure disappeared in a flash.

But he was still slow. Tang Dao, who had already firmly locked onto that area, fired into the grass. A khaki man fell to the ground from the grass and rolled on the ground in pain for a while before gradually dying.

There was blood stains on the ground.

Two people in a row were killed by cold gunmen from the other side because they tried to help their injured colleagues. The Japanese infantrymen who stood on end made no move.

Even the injured Japanese soldiers sensed the abnormality and no longer screamed for help, but instead used their arms to crawl deeper into the grass.

It's a pity that he is bait.

How could an old hunter with many years of hunting experience let his bait slip away?

Want to run? Tang Dao, who was watching all this indifferently through the scope, had a sneer on his lips.

Yes, this Japanese soldier is the bait dropped by Tang Dao, and all Japanese soldiers who try to help him will become the prey of his hunter.

Unless the Japanese army could bear it and watch their comrades being shot one by one.

But Tang Dao knew very well that as long as he was an army or a soldier, he would not choose this way. The Chinese are like this, the Japanese are like this, as long as they are intelligent people, they will make such futile choices.

In fact, this kind of case will not be new, but it will be repeated on various battlefields in the next hundred years!

"Bang!" Tang Dao's muzzle moved slightly, and one shot hit the Japanese soldier's ankle, which he had tried hard to cover but was still exposed to his sight. Blood flowers bloomed, and in the scope, the Japanese soldier's body was shaking violently, and he howled miserably, but he tried very hard to use his uninjured hands to crawl deeper into the bushes to avoid the devil's gaze.

It was extremely unfortunate that what he encountered was the only super sniper in the world.

His marksmanship is still secondary, but his ruthlessness on the battlefield has been poured out by hundreds of lives.

As long as he is on the battlefield, he is a cold killing machine.

All the enemy's weakness and humbleness are nothing but catalysts for his murderous behavior.

Niu Er did not participate in the battle. His eyes stayed on the area where Tang Dao attacked.

He knew that this was not only Tang Dao killing enemies, but also the most vivid teaching. Tang Dao was teaching him **** people most effectively.

Handsmanship is accurate, but it is just one of the techniques for killing enemies.

What's more important is to take the battle into your own hands and have a cold and hard heart.

In this regard, he is far inferior to Tang Dao.

Hence, his gun killed far more people than was injured.

Tang Dao's eyes were cold, the muzzle of the gun moved slowly, and he fired again. The Japanese soldier's arm was hit by the gunshot, and the remaining arm could no longer support him to move his body.

The helpless bait can only choose to lie down and wait for help from its companions.

The battlefield was quiet. By this time, no matter how stupid the Japanese army was, they still understood their opponent's conspiracy. To be more precise, it was a conspiracy.

It doesn't matter if you don't want to help this severely wounded comrade. The gunman hiding in the mountains and forests will slowly kill their comrades with one shot and another in front of them.

This is a shame for any soldier, a shame that goes deep into the bones, let alone the Japanese army that claims to be the first army in Asia?

They must save, even if they know they might be killed for it.

But if they knew that the enemy hiding in front of them at an unknown distance used this move to snipe and kill 15 well-trained Blackwater mercenaries from 500 meters away, until 3 hours later, His bait slowly died in pain, ending the hunter's trap massacre of the prey.

At that time, Tang Dao was far from reaching his future achievements. He was not considered a rookie in the special forces, nor could he be called an veteran. Otherwise, he could have kept the target alive for more than 8 hours.

His bullets can start from the feet bit by bit, knocking him into pieces, causing pain, but not causing him to bleed to death.

The Japanese army may not give up this futile rescue.

It's a pity that they are bound to be trapped by the situation. This is due to human nature.

Niu Er also asked Tang Dao after the war, what should he do if one of his own fell into such a trap? Tang Dao pondered for a moment and gave him a somewhat vague answer.

Others don't know, but if it were him, after realizing that the enemy had this intention, he would give himself a knife as soon as possible, which would not hinder his comrades but also make himself more happy.

"But what if your opponent doesn't give you a chance to commit suicide? For example, like you, sir, use a gun to break off the limbs of the body first." Niu Er was very smart and went straight to the core of the problem.

Tang Dao showed his white teeth and smiled brightly: "If a person wants to die, there are more than 10,000 ways to die! For example, using the twist of the body to expand the wound, it will hurt, but the blood will flow faster , another example, tell your comrades, kill me! I am very grateful to you.

Just remember that since ancient times, the only way to survive is to die. After all, there are only a few people who want to die. No matter how desperate they are, they still feel that they can still be saved.

So, for you as a sniper, the choice your bait will make requires luck, and for the bait's comrades, luck is also needed. And if you have a comrade like me, you should be lucky. "

Young Niu Er understood.

Faced with this situation, unless you can kill the sniper, you can only use one method. The bait will lose its life and the trap will be ineffective.

Is it cruel? Yes, it's cruel, but that's war.

　　When two armies confront each other on the battlefield, they must hide the warmth of humanity deep in their hearts, and treat the enemy with winter-like coldness. Otherwise, it will be a crime against one's comrades-in-arms and compatriots.

If you pity the Japanese invaders, who will pity the hundreds of thousands of compatriots who will die unjustly in Jinling City in the future?

Tang Dao will never forget that he stood by the Mochou Lake in that city, but he did not dare to take a step forward to the memorial hall lined with countless black monuments. Every name written on it was staring at them. These young people dressed in olive green asked them: Do you still remember?

Tang Dao dare not forget, he has never forgotten.

Every shot he fired now was a Chinese soldier's answer to the souls of the dead.

We are waiting to kill the enemy! You may have a great heart!

The sunshine in the mountains and forests is obviously brilliant!

The cold wind blows on my face, and it seems to have some warmth!

(End of this chapter)

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