Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 687

Chapter 687 The boy in the mountains

Despite his young age, Tudou is already a veteran.

Huddled behind the stone vigilantly, reloaded the magazine, cocked the bolt, listened to the movement, held his breath and used the corner of his eye to search for all the moving animals in his field of vision.

Under extreme stress, the human brain will secrete a substance called endorphin, which has a sedative and analgesic effect six times that of morphine. It can even increase the human body's agility and strength. To put it bluntly, it can stimulate the human body's potential.

Tudou's hearing at that moment was far beyond normal, and he even had the impression that he could hear the footsteps of his comrades running in this direction a hundred meters away.

However, apart from the soft humming of the Japanese soldiers before their death, there was no other sound on the platform, not even the heavy breathing.

This is very unscientific and not a battlefield.

Tudou knew that his hiding place was not safe. Perhaps the remaining Japanese soldiers only needed a grenade to kill him.

Tudou threw the grenade again, and with a "boom" sound, he rolled over and rolled out of his hiding area, and then he held the gun in a standard kneeling position and pointed it forward.

This was not taught by the instructor, it was purely taught by the battlefield to this recruit who did not even own a standard rifle in the past.

The fragments of the grenade explosion will cause possible enemies to dodge in a hurry. The smoke caused by the explosion can obscure the enemy's sight. Rolling can allow you to move to avoid bullets fired by the enemy while also reducing the surface area affected by the bullet.

Most importantly, Tudou did not fire blindly. A full magazine only had five bullets. Especially in such a close-quarters situation, he might have only one chance to fire before he would be forced to engage in hand-to-hand combat because of the Japanese bayonet.

He must ensure that the loaded bullets allow him to deal with a threat first, thereby increasing his chances of survival.

Even though Tudou knows that with his current strength, it is difficult to win against a Japanese soldier, it does not mean that he will give up.

The cruel battlefield not only taught Tudou skills that were far more practical than those on the training ground, but also built his tough enough will. Even if Tang Dao was here, he still had to raise his eyebrows at the almost standard tactical actions of his soldier. thumb.

But Tudou did not face a brutal exchange of fire, but was surprised to find that there was no one on the platform except for seven slightly shaking corpses and an overturned mountain cannon.

He stepped forward cautiously and found that the casualties caused by the Japanese troops were basically shrapnel wounds. The position of the two grenades he threw was perfect, and the Japanese troops were too concentrated.

Perhaps it was also because the platform itself was not big, and the Japanese army probably never dreamed that someone would drop two grenades from the sky here.

“You idiot, you can't run so fast!” Tudou, who still couldn't believe that he could kill most of the Japanese infantry squad by himself, muttered to himself and continued to search along the platform with his gun in his hands vigilantly.

Then, he saw that there were three Japanese soldiers still trembling and twitching hanging on the rocks under the platform.

That was not blown up by his grenade.

It was the result of the shock wave of the grenade he threw towards the mountain cannon to prevent the mountain cannon from firing, and the mountain cannon was blown away.

The long recoil device behind the mountain gun was like a big mallet, directly sweeping the three Japanese soldiers standing behind to the platform.

Being struck by a big iron mallet with broken tendons and fractures is not fatal enough, but if you were caught off guard and fell several meters high and hit a stone directly, your fate can be imagined.

Of course, compared to their companions who were directly killed by shrapnel and air waves, the Japanese soldiers who were hit and fell from a high altitude were slightly luckier.

After all, they can still twitch now, while his companions have lost the right to breathe.

Just like that, he killed ten Japanese soldiers. At that moment when he counted the bodies of the Japanese soldiers, he couldn't explain how he felt in his heart. He didn't even have the excitement of avenging his brothers. On the contrary, he felt a kind of exhaustion coming up like a tide. ,If his nerves were not already strong enough, what he wanted to do most now was to sit down, lean against the stone wall, and take a long puff of cigarette.

He now understood why those veterans were addicted to smoking. At this time, only the nicotine of tobacco could relieve the huge feeling of fatigue that suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart.

In addition, it can also eliminate some odors that are constantly reaching the nose, which is not only the smell of blood, but also the strong stench unique to slaughterhouses.

Killing, even for revenge, is not beautiful.

He was originally just a young man from the mountains.

But Tudou didn't know that he was almost exhausted and exhausted, but the veteran Qin Wulang who was rushing here with the soldiers was going crazy.

This veteran who had fought in Songhu, fought in Four Lines, and fought in Songjiang, all he knew at this moment was that something had happened to the young soldier in his infantry class who had been repeatedly asked to be protected by the battalion commander, company commander, and platoon leader.

Nearly 100 meters away, still in the rugged and difficult mountains, the heavily armed veterans arrived in less than 40 seconds.

Perhaps the veteran rarely lost his temper like this. After hearing the unique explosion of a grenade in the distance, he didn't even have time to put on the helmet he had just taken off. He just rushed to the infantry squads scattered around to get ready for battle. The leader rushed towards the location of the gunshot.

The soldiers following him could even feel the veteran squad leader's hair standing on end. Both angry and regretful, this is the true portrayal of the veteran's heart at that moment.

He was angry, of course because he was too imprudent. This was a battlefield. How could he let a single soldier stay away from the infantry squad to conduct terrain reconnaissance?

He regretted that he should not have accepted the little guy Tudou. If he had not accepted it, even if he had followed the 4th company, he would have followed the main force of the company to beat up the Japanese troops on the battlefield, instead of facing it alone like now. Unknown number of Japanese troops.

To make matters worse, two grenades exploded, and there were five gunshots, plus a dull sound similar to a cannon fire, and then there was silence.

This made the veteran's heart sink to the bottom.

Did that stubborn young man die like this?

Everyone knows that Tudou is a hero, and the battalion commander Tang Dao values him very much. If he does not die, maybe his future will be like Qian Dazhu, a young talent in the military camp.

But he does not belong to the 4th company. He will eventually go back and rebuild their heroic infantry company with his recovered commander.

To be honest, this is a "hot potato". If he died, Commander Tang would not blame him, but he would definitely be heartbroken.

The reason why Qin Wulang was willing to accept Tudou, a young man who many infantry squad leaders seemed to be a "hot potato", was because he had personally seen the little young soldiers carrying the flesh and blood stained with fragments of military uniforms into the artillery box bit by bit.

The young soldier used actions to help his brothers realize their long-cherished wish to be shrouded in horse leather.

At that moment, the veteran who had experienced countless battles burst into tears.

He liked this young man very much.

The high-speed running almost made the veteran's lungs burst. He still put his fingers into his mouth and blew a sharp whistle. This was what Qin Wulang learned from his squad leader. Not only did the shrill sound carry further, but it was okay. Reveal intent.

A few seconds passed, and despair filled the eyes of the soldiers who had not received any reply. Qin Wulang's face even showed an abnormal flush, which was obviously the result of soaring blood pressure.

But there was determination in his eyes, and he waved his hand a few times to let the soldiers surround him from the left and right. Even if Tudou had been sacrificed, he would still kill this group of Japanese soldiers who unexpectedly encountered him and retrieve Tudou's body.

Then he heard a voice coming from more than ten meters away: "Squad leader, I'm here!"

This little **** is still alive! The veteran was almost heartbroken with joy at that moment.

He even felt that this was more exciting than when he learned from the letter that his wife gave birth to a big fat boy nine months after he left home.

Tears almost flowed from the eyes of this strong enough veteran.

Before he had time to ask questions, Tudou's voice came again: "I have killed all the Japanese. Squad leader, come quickly, we have something good!"

“What?” The entire infantry squad was stunned.

Ten Japanese corpses were scattered on and around the platform, plus an overturned mountain cannon. Qin Wulang and the soldiers were collectively stunned.

They finally knew why the little guy said "all". They were almost the number of people in a small team.

Coupled with a mountain cannon, it can no longer be described as awesome, but old-fashioned.

Of course, what made the soldiers more happy than the military exploits was that the potato was not injured at all except for being a little disgraced.

"Squad leader, give me a cigarette! I'll make a decision." Tudou, who had been holding a gun and enduring physical and mental exhaustion, waited until the soldiers gathered around him, then finally sat down and leaned against the stone wall to make a request to Qin Wulang.

“You little bastard, you can't learn anything but smoking.” Qin Wulang's lips trembled and he slapped Tudou's helmet and cursed. "Are you injured?"

The subordinate took out the crumpled cigarette box, took out a cigarette, and stuffed it into Tudou's mouth.

"No, these little devils are all artillerymen. They don't have guns, so I got a big advantage." Tudou replied casually, looked at the veteran's face, and asked. "Old Qin, are you crying?"

“I'm crying, it's too dusty here, can't I be blinded by it?” Qin Wulang stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes, his words were very harsh.

Someone must believe this.

Even the soldiers on guard in the distance couldn't help but grin.

(End of this chapter)

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