Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 727

Chapter 727: The silver carp whose destiny is choked

Whether it was the guards platoon soldiers who were familiar with hammers or Fang Shiheng, they were extremely nervous at this moment.

Although Hammer also has actual combat experience of hunting small wild boars, in terms of size and weight, Wolf Green Dog has an absolute advantage.

Moreover, the Wolf Blue Dog can become a special military dog of the Japanese Army, but it is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

This kind of dog is not an original breed in Japan, but a cross between a German Shepherd and a Japanese Pitbull. It has the intelligence and strength of a German Shepherd and the ferocious and bloodthirsty qualities of a Pitbull.

In the Northeast, the Kwantung Army even cruelly used living people to train the aggression of the Wolf Blue Dog. The Wolf Blue Dog also lived up to the trust of the Japanese Army and became their best helper in hunting.

But in fact, the main business of the Wolf Blue Dog is not to fight and kill people. With the Japanese people's "eyes fixed and thumb sucking" nature of picking and urinating, if there are aircraft and cannons for killing people, they will do such useless work.

The Wolf Green Dog, which has taken a lot of time and money to breed, is mainly used for tracking and communication. Therefore, this dog breed is not as strong as the German Shepherd Dog, but is more slender and taller.

It has four slender legs, which is its advantage when it comes to running, but when it comes to fighting, its height is a flaw.

During the war, in order to deal with this cruel wolf dog, the Chinese army searched for a short-legged native dog called the "Bench Dog" in Jiangsu and Zhejiang specifically targeting its weaknesses. This dog breed is also fierce and aggressive, and especially likes to use its stocky body to bite the throat of dogs.

The trained Chinese native dogs met the Langqing on the battlefield, and the Langqing dog had almost no victory.

The reason why 'Hammer' was named Hammer by Tang Dao is actually related to its figure. Although it was very thin at the time, its frame was wide and its four legs were also very strong. Tang Dao instinctively thought that it would eat well, drink well and grow well. Fat and strong.

Maybe Hammer, who has the "bench dog" gene, is considered a big dog among Chinese garden dogs, but compared to the nearly one-meter-tall Wolf Green Dog, he is half a head shorter.

Hence, the Wolf Blue Dog can easily lower its head and bite the hammer's neck.

But the Wolf Green Dog underestimated the wisdom of the Chinese native dog that was about to be bitten on the neck. From the moment the two dogs collided, it was deceived by the hammer.

So, the soldiers who were frightened but had no idea what to do saw such a scene.

Just when the wolf green dog took a big bite, the hammer that jumped forward suddenly exerted force on its four legs and suddenly "braked"!

The big mouth of the Wolf Blue Dog bit nothing, but the sharp canine teeth finally paid off. The three centimeter-long canine teeth scratched the hammer's cheek, leaving a deep blood mark.

But compared to the previous fatal wound that was about to be bitten on the neck, this injury was absolutely nothing. The tense minds of the soldiers watching the battle relaxed slightly.

The next moment, Hammer, whose face was already dripping with blood, suddenly turned his head, raised his legs, and bit the tall wolf green dog in the neck.

This is the legendary carbine! Fang Shiheng and the soldiers opened their mouths in disbelief.

Dogs, once they become smart, nothing will happen to them?

This is a critical point. The Wolf Green Dog who was suddenly attacked was so frightened that he rolled on the spot with the hammer. His four claws scratched the hammer desperately, trying to pull the insidious opponent away from him.

But Hammer had been searching for a long time and was even willing to risk giving up the initiative to get such a fatal blow. How could he give up so easily? No matter how the Wolf Green Dog rolls, or the hair flying off his body with the Wolf Green Dog's sharp claws, he just insists on Qingshan and won't let go, biting the Wolf Green Dog's neck firmly.

Dogs, like people, need to transport oxygen from the trachea to the lungs. The wolf green dog that was bitten in the trachea and arteries had limited access to oxygen, and struggled so violently, which undoubtedly consumed a large amount of oxygen in the body, which was not much. It pushes into the abyss of death.

After a minute, the Wolf Blue Dog's struggle gradually became calmer, but the hammer still held on tightly. It was not until two minutes later that the Wolf Blue Dog's huge body fell completely silent, and then it let go of its mouth.

He shook the hair all over his body, glanced coldly at his opponent who was already dead in his mouth, turned his gaze to the soldiers who were looking at him with concern, grinned, stuck out his long tongue, and wagged his tail slightly.

He seemed to be saying to these soldiers: Look, I am doing a good job!

Gouzi was showing off his victory to his comrades, but the sun shone on this Chinese native dog, which was much bald and had blood on its face, but was extremely proud.

“Really, it is a warrior! Our Chinese warrior! I see bravery, wisdom and strength in it!” This was Fang Shiheng's summary of a dog at the subsequent battlefield summary meeting.

There is no doubt that such a hammer deserves such praise!

What's wrong with native dogs? As long as they dare to fight, wolves and dogs will kill them just as well.

This is quite similar to the villagers who are risking their lives to fight the Japanese army on this battlefield.

Although they paid a heavy price, they almost wiped out half of the Japanese infantry squad.

Of course, if the two snipers hadn't killed the Japanese machine gunners first, the dozens of Chinese soldiers rushing in at high speed on the periphery took up most of the energy of the Japanese infantry. No matter how brave or skilled they were, they would never be where they are now. results.

But the main reason that determines the final victory of the battle is the courage to fight back. Without their almost decisive blow, Lao Hei's guard platoon and Gu Xishui's special operations team would have to annihilate all the Japanese troops here. It's a big price to pay.

　　It is the soldiers themselves who determine the victory of the war. Looking at the hammers standing next to their own battle results covered with scars, the soldiers in the guard platoon obviously have a deeper understanding of what Tang Dao often said.

Lao Hei and the other soldiers had no time to pay attention to the battlefield over there. His main focus was on Okamoto Asahiro, who was surrounded by people and still clutched his samurai sword.

Looking at the heavily armed Chinese soldiers rushing over and the Chinese villagers staring at him with red eyes, Okamoto Tomohiro knew that he was absolutely unlucky.

But he had to die like a warrior, rather than being killed by the Chinese without any resistance, especially not at the hands of the villagers.

"Who dares to fight with me?" Okamoto Asahiro held a knife in both hands and pointed at the crowd fiercely.

A burst of bravery came to my face.

However, his slightly trembling legs still betrayed him. The fear of death made his heart not as strong as it seemed.

“Want to die gloriously?” Lao Hei sneered disdainfully.

Okamoto Asahiro held the handle of the knife with all his strength, trying his best to get rid of the fear of death, and fixed his eyes on the Chinese soldier who was speaking.

The Chinese always have the highest status to speak first, and with several Chinese soldiers around him, the Japanese Army Commander Cao was sure that Lao Hei was their commander.

It would not be a loss if they could kill their commander before dying.

"Then I can't do what you want!" Lao Hei's next sentence made Okamoto Chahiro's heart feel like it fell into an ice cellar.

“Baga! Coward!” As Okamoto Chaohiro was scolding, he suddenly rushed forward.

The sharp tip of the knife was pointed directly at Lao Hei, who was holding a gun with one hand but not in a fighting posture.

Okamoto Asahiro's steps were not big, but his steps were extremely fast. In just two seconds, his knife could penetrate the chest of Lao Hei, who was six meters away from him.

This is a very typical case of a trapped animal still fighting, but it is very dangerous.

Several villagers with some fighting experience changed their colors and dispersed one after another.

　　A gap suddenly appeared in the extremely tight encirclement just now, and a hint of joy flashed in Okamoto Chaohiro's eyes.

This is exactly the result he wanted.

From the initial despair to the seemingly desperate fight to protect the honor of the Imperial Japanese Army, it was actually just part of the plan he decided on in a flash of lightning.

　　From the beginning of the siege, this Japanese veteran never thought about death, he wanted to live.

He knew that with the way he had just killed three Chinese villagers in a row, even if he surrendered, those red-eyed Chinese villagers who dared to trade their lives would not spare him.

All opportunities for life must be fought for by himself.

So, he took the lead in attacking, using his blade to temporarily push back the Chinese, revealing the target he saw behind the gap in the encirclement.

Yes, it's useless if there are gaps in the encirclement. They are all Chinese here and he can't escape far. But there is a young Chinese woman behind the encirclement. Taking the Chinese woman hostage is his only chance of survival.

The current situation was all part of his plan, except for the last piece of the puzzle.

He was waiting for the black-faced soldier on the opposite side to take out his gun.

As long as Lao Hei used his gun to block or counterattack, he would use this move to jump out of the gap and put the knife on the neck of the young Chinese woman who should have been frightened.

The Chinese villagers instinctively avoided the attack, but Okamoto Asahiro believed that the Chinese commander would not retreat. Faced with such a quick knife from him, he must and could only fight back. Eighty percent of his escape plan has been completed, leaving only the last resort.

“Bang!” There was a gunshot.

Awakened Okamoto Tomahiro from his sweet dream.

The Chinese not only have bayonets, but also guns and all kinds of guns.

This Chinese army is definitely the elite of the elite. Not only are they equipped with Type 38 rifles, some also carry submachine guns on their backs, and some have shell guns hanging on their waists.

A sudden burst of pain struck Okamoto Chaobo, who was struggling to move forward, his legs weakened and he rolled on the ground several times. He raised his head and looked desperately at Lao Hei, who had not moved.

A soldier beside him held a rifle in his hand, with light smoke coming from the muzzle.

Obviously, from the beginning, the Chinese had no intention of playing with him about warrior honor. They had enough guns to beat him into a honeycomb.

Even though he knew that it was almost impossible to get a real answer, Japanese Army Commander Cao looked at the bullet hole in his thigh and still asked unwillingly: "Why?"

“Bang!” He was answered by another gunshot.

It was the Chinese soldier who fired the shot.

This shot hit Okamoto Asahiro's wrist.

The katana that I couldn't bear to throw away when I rolled over finally fell into the dust.

Then, a soldier stepped forward with a rifle and slammed the **** of the rifle, knocking Okamoto Asahiro to the ground who was sweating profusely in pain. He groped around his waist for a while and found no grenade. He then looked at him coldly. Lao Hei, his prey, nodded to indicate that the danger was completely over.

"You bitch, I'm going to kill you!" A villager in his 30s rushed forward with a stick and aimed it at Okamoto, who was already sweating in pain.

Several sensible villagers stopped him and said, "Don't be impulsive, old man. It's always useful for the bosses to keep him alive. After the bosses finish asking questions, it's not too late to kill him."

"Haha! A Japanese squad leader is useless. If I don't kill him, I just..." Lao Hei, who felt very happy after witnessing the complete annihilation of the Japanese army, smiled slightly.

In my heart, I have an even fonder impression of the people in this small village.

Not only are the entire village strong enough, but these farmers are also quite discerning.

“I am the squad leader!” Okamoto Asahiro looked at Lao Hei, weakly but eagerly announcing his military position.

This Chinese soldier not only cut off his escape route in an extremely ruthless manner, but now he also wants to strip him of his last trace of honor? This is something Okamoto Asahiro, who has finally reached this position with great difficulty, cannot bear.

Of course, more important than shame is that an infantry squad leader is useless, but what about a second lieutenant-level squad leader? Maybe the Chinese need information? Then wouldn't he be useful?

　A person must have value when he lives, and value may also keep a person alive.

"Haha! Really? I didn't expect it to be the squad leader!" Lao Hei couldn't help laughing, strode forward and stepped on Okamoto Asahiro's chest, but his next words made Okamoto Asahiro feel like Fall into the abyss.

"Then my brother should be lucky. I think back when I killed the Japanese for the first time, I only killed a first-class soldier, tsk tsk! This time I can kill a second lieutenant for the first time on the battlefield. This bragging will last a lifetime."

“Baga!” Okamoto Chahiro almost lost a mouthful of blood.

It was not the ruthless Chinese soldiers who made me angry, but the big foot that stepped on me alive.

With his thick and powerful thighs and the weight of an adult, at least more than 100 kilograms of force were pressed on his chest, making him almost breathless. At this time, Okamoto Asahiro no longer thought about whether he could survive. But I just want to take a good breath of air.

So, he could only struggle, but one leg could no longer move. He only had one intact hand and an injured hand to pull Lao Hei's leg. It was obviously not a lack of strength, but several.

The once strong body could only twist helplessly under Lao Hei's feet, like a silver carp caught in the throat of fate.

It is so embarrassing and sad.

It's just that no one has mercy.

If you want to prey on others, you must have the consciousness of being treated as a fish on the chopping board.

The Chinese are most particular about cause and effect, and it is indeed retribution.

Seeing this situation, the muscles on the faces of several strong men twitched, and they wanted to laugh.

The Japanese who were so arrogant and dominating a quarter of an hour ago are also here today.

However, I couldn't help but laugh. For this scene, at least twenty people in the whole village died. The price was so high that it made people feel nothing but heartache.

Big tears rolled down the faces of several strong men.

Fang Shiheng was called over by the soldiers.

Kicking over Okamoto Asahiro who was already being stepped on and rolling his eyes, Lao Hei pointed at the Japanese Army Chief Cao who was already furious at his feet: "Come on, give your son a chance to exercise, kill him, as you are today 's military exploits!”

“Kill prisoners?” Fang Shiheng's eyes suddenly solidified.

“Prisoner?” Lao Hei's mouth curved into a sneer. "Prisoner is a term for defeated soldiers, but you, a great talent, have also seen what happened just now. What he killed were civilians. Does he still qualify to be called a soldier? Or is he still a human? A beast, What qualifications do you have to be called a prisoner?"

Fang Shiheng could not refute.

But looking at the human body that was hanging with only half a breath, this passionate young man was unable to stab out the knife in his hand.

Reason told him that the old black platoon leader was right. The man in front of him was just a beast, but even if he was a beast, he had lost the ability to resist. Stabbing him to death was really beyond his bottom line.

For a moment, China's proud man stood there stunned as heaven and man were at war in his heart.

"Coward, you don't even dare to kill a beast, why do you tell the commander to die? Do you dare to die? Don't dare, you scholars can only play tricks." Lao Hei glanced at the stunned people with disdain. Fang Shiheng.

Then, he looked at the eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl standing over there holding a gun in her hand, "Girl, can I leave it to you?"

The girl's face was covered with tears, but she nodded extremely firmly.

“Ah!” Okamoto Asahiro screamed.

After all, women are weak, the bayonet cannot penetrate deeply, and the location of the stabbing is not critical, but that doesn't matter. If you can't kill it with one knife, then kill it with a few more. The Japanese Army Cao Changsheng woke up from the coma in severe pain. Keep screaming until there is silence.

Perhaps Okamoto Tomahiro never dreamed that it would be an extremely happy thing to be killed directly. Even the subordinate whose intestines were bitten off by the Chinese died more swiftly than him.

Blood kept splattering on the body and face of the proud man whose face was as pale as paper.

This time, death was closer, less than one meter away from him.

It turns out that it is so cruel!

The smell of blood and the stench of death filled his nose.

Finally, the passionate young man who was clamoring to die could no longer bear it, leaned down and vomited violently.

ps: Today two chapters are combined into one. Asking for a guaranteed monthly ticket at the beginning of the month!

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