Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 726

Chapter 726 This is my father's battlefield

Blood, most of it comes from Chinese people!

As the saying goes, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of the kitchen knife.

Even if a master like Tang Dao were to charge forward with bare hands against a group of well-trained Japanese infantry with loaded guns and cocked rifles, the outcome would never be happy.

Let alone the villagers who have only practiced some rudimentary kung fu.

"Pah! Pah! Pah!" A burst of gunshots rang out.

More than a dozen villagers screamed and fell over!

The scene was extremely tragic.

"Kill the chicken! Kill the chicken!" Asahiro Okamoto seemed to have been stimulated by the blood, waving his pistol and roaring.

However, the Japanese army, which had the upper hand, was not without losses.

They also had people with **** flowers on their bodies and threw themselves on the street.

That was the work of a sniper from afar!

The tragic scene didn't seem to affect Niu Er at all. He almost coldly pulled the trigger, pulled the bolt, then swung the muzzle slightly, and pulled the trigger again.

Perhaps, only by looking through the scope and looking at the slightly red eyes behind it can we know the anger of this Chinese marksman who was cultivated by the Japanese army with his life on the battlefield.

In just two seconds, 19 Japanese soldiers fired 19 bullets, shooting down 13 Chinese villagers. Although several villagers were shot, they still gritted their teeth and moved forward, but Niu Er only used two bullets. Two Japanese infantrymen were killed by firing bullets.

That was already Niu Er's highest level in his life. Excluding the time to pull the bolt, he had less than one second to aim the second shot.

But he succeeded, and both Japanese soldiers were shot in the chest.

A strange realization arose in the mind of the second lieutenant.

The indescribable feeling made Niu Er pull the gun bolt again almost instinctively, and pointed the muzzle at the next person.

However, the swarming figures of the villagers had already rushed forward, blocking Niu Er's goal. Otherwise, Niu Er had an extremely strong confidence that he could kill another person in the third second.

If another Japanese soldier who wanted to get a light machine gun was sniped by another Chinese marksman, the Japanese army only fought a 3 to 13 battle in this extremely short charge and counterattack with a huge difference in strength. loss ratio.

This is not just a failure, the most frightening thing is that the "strength" of the two sides has once again become very different.

Excluding Okamoto Asahiro, who was brandishing a pistol, only 17 Japanese soldiers remained, but there were still more than 50 Chinese villagers.

What's even more terrible is that because the Japanese army wanted to show off their bayonets, the furthest distance from the rice fields was only about 10 meters. From such a short distance, they only had one chance to fire.

But the Japanese troops are also veterans who have experienced battles for a long time. Looking back at the dozens of Chinese soldiers running at full speed more than a hundred meters away, and then looking at the Chinese villagers roaring and rushing towards them, I know that today they are probably going to be attacked by the Chinese. People are getting killed here.

The only chance of survival is to kill the crazy Chinese untouchables in front of them, defeat their madness in the shortest possible time with ferocious deaths, and then face the rushing Chinese soldiers.

They want to kill people, and the Chinese soldiers have to run 100 meters in full gear. In terms of physical energy consumption, the two sides are about the same. The rest depends on who is stronger. Based on their experience in one-on-three hand-to-hand combat with the Chinese on the battlefield, they may not be able to turn defeat into victory.

Not only the Japanese infantry, but also the acting squad leader Okamoto Asahiro, should think so.

Therefore, facing the lunatic untouchables who refused to retreat even after being shot at randomly, the Japanese infantrymen who had no time to pull the bolt of their guns held their guns flat with their arms, slightly arched their legs, roared "Hey!", and fired their bayonets fiercely. Stab at the lunatics in their eyes.

With their arm strength, they can pierce the chest of a strong man with spear spear skills. They have this confidence because almost every one of them has killed the Chinese with this move, whether on the battlefield or on the training ground.

The Japanese army made the right choice. Their only mistake was to underestimate the fighting power of the strong men at the front just as they had underestimated the Chinese villagers who should have been slaughtered by them.

Or, to be more precise, they underestimated their courage to protect their wives, children, and children at the expense of themselves.

No one is not afraid of death, but when a man becomes a father, perhaps he is not so afraid. If one of them or their children must die, most fathers will choose to face death themselves without hesitation. of.

Just like now.

The villagers are crazy, but if Okamoto Asahiro is more careful, he will find that most of those who fall in front of the guns of his soldiers are men around fifty years old.

Because those younger men, their children and fathers, would instinctively stand in front and use their bodies to block the bullets fired by the Japanese.

This is true when facing bullets, and it is also true when facing bayonets.

There were at least ten Japanese infantrymen who stabbed the target, some through the chest, and some through the abdomen. Their arm strength was just as they expected. At the high speed of the two sides approaching quickly, they stabbed an adult man like a child. It penetrates like a candied haws.

Some blades can penetrate half a foot visibly to the naked eye!

However, they only have this chance to shoot.

As usual, you can pull the bayonet out of the body of a person who has lost combat effectiveness by turning your wrist slightly and kicking with your foot, and then kill another person.

But this time, most of them lost the opportunity to use this skill.

Those villagers who are not tall in stature do not look very strong, but their vitality is as tenacious as the rocks on the seashore. After being hit by a knife, no one instinctively covered the wound. Instead, they stretched out their hands to hold the gun head tightly. No matter how the Japanese infantryman twisted the rifle crazily in their hands, those hands still clamped the gun head like iron pliers.

Then

“I'm your eight-generation Japanese ancestor!” Amidst the roar of abuse, several young men followed closely behind and swarmed up.

They did not launch an organized attack on the Japanese infantry who were already close, but had a division of labor. Some hugged the bodies of the Japanese infantry in order to trip or immobilize them, while others He directly raised his fist and smashed it crazily at the Japanese soldier's face and throat, which were all critical parts that could almost send the person away with one blow.

It would be fine if the Japanese infantry reacted quickly and dropped the gun in their hands at the first time. At least they still had both hands to resist the attack, but if they still held on to the rifle, it would be really miserable.

After receiving several punches in a row, he was completely knocked unconscious. After the Chinese villager was hugged by the waist and fell to the ground with force, he became the opponent's meal.

That was really a joke, because the Chinese who rushed forward not only greeted him with fists and feet, but even used their teeth, but his hands and feet were almost held down by others.

The only thing the originally arrogant Japanese infantry could do was to scream in an increasingly loud voice.

Seeing the tragic death of their loved ones, the young villagers lost their minds and showed the cruelty of the Chinese to everyone here.

The screams of a Japanese soldier were so high-pitched that they were almost inhuman. Even Heizi, who was holding an MG34 machine gun a few hundred meters away, was startled by the sudden screams and his eyelids twitched slightly.

Until he pointed his telescope at the field and saw a young man no more than 20 years old raised his head with blood on his face, and there was a strip of meat in his mouth.

Such a ferocious scene made the black face of the always tall Heizi twitch violently.

No wonder that guy screamed so miserably, it turned out to be...?

That was mainly because Heizi was using a telescope, and after all, it was not as clear as what he saw on site. Or maybe he still doesn't know enough about the short-legged people. Does that 'short-legged' just mean that the two walking legs are short?

Given the small physique of Japanese people, the average length of Nahan is much shorter and leaner than this length. Five centimeters, they are all outstanding.

The real scene was even more tragic than he imagined, (omit 30 words here!)

The young man from the village held the waist of the Japanese infantry with both hands and used his legs to immobilize the opponent. He really had no hands or feet to attack, so he simply opened his mouth and bit the Japanese soldier's belly, just like a wolf, biting with his head. .

Under the extreme hatred, the human bite force is almost exerted to the extreme.

As omnivorous animals that can eat both grass and meat, the bite force of humans cannot be compared with that of lions, tigers, bears, leopards and other beasts. Even compared with dogs, they are scum, but this does not mean that humans are close to A hundred pounds of bite force cannot tear apart fresh flesh and blood, especially the flesh and blood of intelligent creatures like humans who have evolved their brains but degenerated their skin and muscles.

Facts have proved that even if you are in a hurry, you can still eat raw meat.

The best evidence is that a young man from a small village broke open the lower abdomen of a Japanese soldier and held a section of an organ used to absorb nutrients.

This extremely **** scene, not to mention frightened Okamoto Asahiro out of his wits, even Lao Hei, who had taken the lead and led the team to rush over, felt like his scalp was numb. "Just leave one alive and kill all the others!" Lao Hei glanced at the rice field that had become a **** of a forest and ordered sharply.

The battlefield was brutal, but the victory was basically established.

Most of the Japanese soldiers in the field were pinned down by the villagers and beaten severely. Only a few Japanese soldiers retreated cautiously because their bayonets failed to hit their opponents, thus not falling into helplessness like their colleagues.

Some of the unarmed villagers picked up wooden sticks on the ground, but they were also caught by the Japanese bayonets. They could only take advantage of the large number of people to surround them and did not dare to attack easily.

No matter how brave the Japanese infantrymen were and wanted to fight for their lives, they did not dare to stab out the bayonet easily. It was not difficult to kill a person, but after killing them, they would be like their colleagues who were pinned to the ground and being "gnawed" wildly by the Chinese.

That piece of small intestine held in the mouth by the Chinese is really terrifying.

Just ten seconds of hesitation caused them to lose the chance to exchange one life for another. With the arrival of Chinese soldiers, they were no longer surrounded by villagers holding wooden sticks or bare hands. Chinese soldiers also holding 38 rifles.

"Baga! You Chinese can only rely on numbers. Those of you who are warriors, come on!" A Japanese sergeant surrounded by three Chinese soldiers had despair in his eyes and shouted angrily with his rifle.

“Brothers, the little devil wants to provoke us into a one-on-one fight, what should we do?” A sneer appeared on the face of the leading sergeant.

“Bang!” There was a gunshot.

The Japanese sergeant's eyes instantly froze, and he looked at the egg-sized wound on his chest in disbelief.

Isn't it a promise of hand-to-hand combat? Why are they still shooting? The Chinese are worse than shooting one more person!

“Report to the squad leader, I have a duel with him.” A soldier replied loudly.

The Japanese military sergeant had no chance to beep again because of his unwillingness.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” The Chinese soldiers were shooting.

This guy was shot at least three times.

The tactical guiding ideology of Commander Tang Da has always been: if you can shoot, don't use a knife; if you can use a knife, don't use fists; if you can use hands, don't speak. The benchmark is to kill the enemy as quickly as possible and save yourself.

As the unit closest to Tang Dao, the guard platoon naturally has the deepest understanding of this tactical guiding ideology.

The Japanese infantry fired the bullets in the barrels of their guns, but they did not.

As a result, all the Japanese infantry in the rice field who could still confront each other were basically shot to death.

As for the Japanese soldiers who were held down and beaten wildly by the villagers, it was even easier. Regardless of whether they were angry or not, they would just go up and stab them randomly.

The screams one after another in the rice field were comparable to those in a slaughterhouse. Fang Shiheng, who was originally so angry that he almost suffocated, was stunned by the wounded and corpses everywhere.

The death hidden in the thin coffin two hours ago had made him go through a round of cruelty, but compared with now, it was really not on the same scale.

The nauseating smell of blood, the stench brought by the ferocious God of Death, and the scalp-numbing screams of life before death all stimulated his nerves.

This student leader, who told passionately that he was going to die, just stood there in the Shura field, his eyes full of confusion.

The soldiers did not laugh at him or bother him.

They are all new recruits. Who doesn't know what a rookie looks like when they see death for the first time? This proud man didn't spit it out on the spot, but he was already very good, and his performance beat 90% of the recruits.

Okamoto Asahiro is the only one left alive.

Japanese Army Commander Cao was surrounded by at least ten villagers. He could have killed at least a few of them with his Nanbu Fourteen small pistol.

What is extremely tragic is that the Southern Fourteenth pistol jammed at this most critical moment.

The command sword in his hand was still shining with cold light, but the power of the lunatics using the rifles picked up from the Japanese army as weapons was completely beyond the imagination of this Japanese army commander who was born in a seaside fishing village.

With Okamoto Tohihiro's confidence, holding a hand-made samurai sword, he could easily kill the three strong men with the sword.

But the three strong men were not only nimble in their steps, but also powerful. Every time they were stabbed by a spear, he couldn't block it with just a knife, and had to stagger to avoid it.

After several rounds in a row, he not only failed to kill anyone, but was sweating profusely on his forehead and was extremely embarrassed.

Of course, Okamoto Asahiro didn't know how much the villagers of Xiaozhuang Village hated him as a murderer. The six people who rushed towards him were all the most skilled in martial arts in the village. If it weren't for the fact that his side had completely gained the upper hand, the three wielders would Even if the strong man with the gun pays casualties, he will definitely be assassinated by the gun.

The reason why we are surrounding him without killing him now is not because we don't hate him enough, but because he hates him too much. We want to capture him alive and then process him properly.

Simple villagers may not engage in such torture as "lighting sky lanterns", but it is still okay to light a fire and have a large barbecue.

By the time Lao Hei arrived with men and guns, the battle was basically over.

If I have to say something else, in the field next to the rice field, two dogs are biting each other and the dust is flying.

Those were the hammers that followed the soldiers and the green wolf that was constantly whining for its master.

The speed of the hammer far exceeded that of the soldiers. It took almost only six seconds to reach a distance of 150 meters, and it aimed at the same kind of people in the field.

The grieving wolf green dog also felt the hostility from the same kind, and quickly fought against it in anger. The two dogs had almost no temptation, and frantically showed their fangs to the enemy.

Chinese Garden Dog vs Japanese Wolf Blue.

Soldiers did not participate in dog-dog duels.

Hammer has never shown such a strong desire to fight. As comrades, they must give it a chance to fight.

But this does not prevent at least 10 soldiers from paying attention to this battlefield that belongs to fierce dogs. Once their comrades are defeated, they will also not hesitate to shoot their comrades' opponents.

This is a battlefield, not a dog fighting ring!

The two dogs each left **** wounds on their opponents, but the Wolf Blue Dog, which was heavier and more powerful, clearly had the advantage. There were three **** wounds on the back of the hammer, and the ears were close to the neck. There was also blood and flesh turning up.

But the two dogs had already fought with real fire. They were only separated for two seconds and then fought together again.

Fang Shiheng, whose eyes were originally blank, happened to cast his gaze here. His eyes suddenly widened and he exclaimed: "Save it quickly!"

On the field, the hammer was knocked over by the heavier body of the Wolf Green Dog. He got up while rolling and wanted to jump out of the battle group, but the Wolf Green Dog who followed closely opened his **** mouth and opened his mouth to attack the body. The shorter one bit the hammer's neck, but its center of gravity was still downward at this moment.

Fang Shiheng closed his eyes in pain.

Perhaps the hammer that he was not familiar with was not worthy of being called a comrade by this proud man, but enough lives have been lost today. Will even the Chinese dogs have to die here?

Not to mention Fang Shiheng, an outsider, the soldiers who had been staring at the battlefield eagerly couldn't help but raise their guns in horror.

However, no one dared to shoot, the distance between the two dogs was too close.

ps: Fengyue suffered from kidney stones today. She went to the hospital all morning and went to class in the afternoon. She went home to code in the evening. Two chapters combined into one, nearly 5,000 words. For the sake of Fengyue's hard work, Fengyue asks for a guaranteed monthly ticket at the beginning of next month, thank you!

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