Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 898

Daya and Mingxin, one is an orphan in a small mountain city, and the other is an elite among thousands of soldiers in an elite infantry regiment.

　　The two people who belong to two completely different worlds would not have had any interaction at first, but in the spring of 1938, the 18-year-old Mingxin and the 16-year-old orphan girl met in a dark cabin.

There is only one word in China to describe this unexpected intersection, which is called fate. It is accidental, but it is also inevitable!

After all, it takes hundreds of years to cross the same boat, so what if one of them kills someone while the other has to quietly watch the killing? It can't be repaired in just a hundred years! This is the inevitable fate.

For the two parties involved, the feelings are naturally different.

That boy will not be a burden to me. This is how Mingxin felt when she saw Da Ya for the first time!

In other words, he didn't feel anything at all. The gray face and short hair made him not even clear whether the other person was a boy or a girl.

But for Da Ya, the feeling was naturally much richer. Ming Xin was a man who broke into her bedroom in the middle of the night and covered her mouth with his hand to prevent her from making any sound.

　　Since she was seven years old, she has been running a family and has to deal with a father who is constantly corrupted by alcohol. Da Ya is actually far stronger than most women in the world.

According to normal operation, she should stab the "unintentional" man in the belly with the kitchen knife she held tightly in her hand now.

This kind of thing is by no means the first time for Da Ya.

On a winter night two years ago, the 14-year-old girl was in the small courtyard in front of her, holding a kitchen knife and chopping off the green-skinned hand of a man who had touched her, leaving only a bit of skin attached to her arm. She faced the man who wanted to replace her. Qingpi's relatives and friends who came back to the scene made angry accusations, but the 14-year-old Da Ya did not say a word, bit the braid on the back of her head in her mouth, wrapped the knife handle tightly around her hand and wrist with a cloth strip, and then Standing at the door of the house like this.

If you want compensation, then you can sacrifice your life in exchange for it. You can be willing to be beaten and scolded by your father. Even her name is ordinary. Zheng Daya is not born with a fiery temperament, but the ghost world tells her that if she is not tough , this ghost world will swallow her and the drunken kiss until not even the dregs are left.

It's just that this world is much crueler than she imagined. Her kitchen knife could only scare away the little devil, but the Japanese devil finally took away her last warmth.

From now on, she, a little grass, can only survive alone in this troubled world, no matter how biting the cold wind is.

It was such a woman as strong as a grass. Just when she was about to fight to the death with the Japanese soldiers who were searching for her, a man sealed her mouth and nose with the palm of her hand, but miraculously she did not make any resistance.

Just because of that sentence: "I'm here to kill the Japanese."

However, at that complicated moment, Xiaocao had an idea that was extremely strange to herself. With the touch from her lips, the palm that tightly covered her mouth and nose was strong but not strong. It was rough and thick, yet slightly thin. It was different from all the palms she had seen in her life. His fingers must be very slender and beautiful!

Xiaocao, who had always been extremely strong, really felt a little ashamed at that moment.

At such a time, she could still think about those things.

Quickly adjusting her mood, putting aside the "unethical" thoughts and the fear of the coming Japanese army, Da Ya blinked her fairly big eyes, hoping that this man whose face she couldn't see clearly could see that she could As a helper, she has a kitchen knife in her hand that she has sharpened so sharply that she can cut wood as thick as an arm with one cut.

Because, the person who will soon enter the house to search is not just a little devil. The footsteps that Da Ya heard from the third aunt's house are at least three or four Japanese.

He alone can't deal with those wolf-like Japanese.

The light in the room was very dark, but somehow, Da Ya believed that he could see it.

Da Ya's intuition was correct. Her blink was 'seen' by the young man.

"You understand what I mean! Very good, don't make a sound and keep hiding it!" Ming Xin responded in a low voice, letting go of her palms.

The room was extremely dark. If it weren't for the little light coming from the window, it would have been almost impossible to see. However, Mingxin rushed towards the door without any hesitation.

Ming Xin has been staying in residents' homes in the city these days, and is already familiar with the characteristics of ordinary civilian houses in Licheng. These house characteristics were even drawn into floor plans at the secret preparation meeting of the special forces two nights ago for everyone to know. Familiar with the special forces.

The special squadron that grew up on the battlefield is no longer the grass-roots team it was a few months ago. Not to mention anything else, the various tactical preparation meetings have already included all the details of the battlefield.

Tang Dao said: When two armies confront each other and their strengths are equal, details will determine the outcome!

Licheng belongs to the eastern part of Shanxi, and its architectural structure is a typical Shanxi residential style. Residential areas in the town were referred to as "li" before the Eastern Wei and Northern Qi Dynasties. From the Eastern Wei and Northern Qi Dynasties to Ye Nancheng, they were mainly referred to as "fang". Before the Tang Dynasty, the inner square was closed. Since the Song Dynasty, it has become completely open.

Although the nature of urban residential areas differed between the early and late feudal society in China, the form did not change much and remained square-shaped residential units.

This kind of residential area is divided by criss-crossing streets. Since the streets are straight and parallel to the city walls, their shapes are mostly square or rectangular, and circles are rare. In the square residential area, there are many small streets and lanes divided into small squares of different sizes. The usual planning is to first divide it by a "ten" street, and then divide the "ten" street into 16 small squares. Residents divide courtyards of different sizes in each small square, with doors facing the street, and the shape of the courtyards is mostly square. or rectangle.

Due to the scarcity of land in the town, the houses are adjacent to each other. The back wall of the house in front is the front wall of the house behind. Neighbors on the left and right, with walls and houses connected to each other, also called mountain-to-wall houses, living opposite each other with a street in the middle.

Most single houses adopt the layout of quadrangle or triple courtyard, with the main house facing north to south as much as possible. This is the main room of the courtyard. There are wing rooms on the east and west sides of the courtyard. The east and west wing rooms are generally relatively symmetrical, and the architectural format is generally the same or similar.

A family that is entirely supported by a teenage girl can imagine what the family is like. If it weren't for the fact that there were some old items handed down from ancestors at home that could be mortgaged to a **** shop to exchange for money to subsidize the family, this simple little courtyard would probably be gone long ago.

The heavy footsteps made by the unique cowhide boots of the Japanese army had already arrived at the entrance of the courtyard. Da Ya bit her lip lightly and did not hide as the man said. Instead, she quietly stepped down with a kitchen knife that was polished to an extremely sharp edge. He got off the kang, hid by the door, and peeked out of the house.

The small courtyard, which was only a dozen square meters, was no longer dark. The torches lit by the Japanese soldiers illuminated the small courtyard dimly. Two Japanese soldiers strode into the courtyard holding torches. Outside the house, there was still the light of the torches.

Obviously, this was just as Da Ya expected. There were at least three or four Japanese invaders, two coming in, and at least one outside. The Japanese troops acted separately. For the man with a pair of strange hands, the difficulty of succeeding in a sneak attack did not decrease, but increased exponentially.

No matter which group he attacked secretly, he would alert the other group, and the Japanese soldiers all had guns.

Perhaps the best result today is to kill the two Japanese soldiers who entered the house! Daya's hand holding the knife handle involuntarily tightened. She was sure that she would not be able to hide by the bedside as the man said, whether it was now or when she was alone before.

But, what about the man with a confident tone? Where have you gone?

Daya, who was hiding behind the door, had not seen the figure of the man in black until now. If it weren't for the warmth of the palm that still lingered on her lips, which made her have strange thoughts, she would have felt that she was hallucinating. . At the moment of extreme fear, he imagined a heroic knight who could only appear in the storyteller's mouth to save him from fire and water.

The two Japanese soldiers were obviously used to the extremely northern Chinese-style hut in front of them. They kicked open the door without scruples and stepped into the east wing with a faint light of fire. They were greeted by a strange smell of incense candles.

It is a dull fragrance, and it also has a smell that is disgusting from the bottom of my heart.

In front of a spiritual altar, there are several dried steamed buns enshrined, with three burnt out incense sticks stuck in them. The wind blew when the door was kicked open, and the flames of a big ever-bright lamp swayed from side to side, as if to express their wishes. Two uninvited guests are welcomed.

However, this welcome was obviously not what the two Japanese soldiers needed.

“Baga! Someone just died in this family, bad luck!” A Japanese infantryman with the rank of private muttered depressedly.

Not only the Chinese don't like to see the mourning hall, the Japanese also don't like it. Even if they have just killed someone, the feeling is obviously different, especially in such an atmosphere.

The unlucky psychological feeling makes the air here smell even worse, as if the whole house is filled with a rotten smell of death. Another Japanese soldier with the rank of First Class frowned and said, "The Chinese are very cunning. Mr. Zaoshi opened those boxes to prevent the Chinese from hiding inside."

This is the difference between veterans and new recruits.

One is afraid or disgusted with death, while the other is able to face it calmly.

"Looking for death." There was a trace of hesitation on the face of the private, but he did not dare to disobey the veteran's order. He cautiously inserted his bayonet into the gap in the lid of the wooden box in the corner that was large enough to hide a person, and pried it up.

Unexpectedly, due to the age of the wooden box, the lock could no longer function as it should. The Japanese private did not use even one-third of his strength when the lid of the wooden box fell to the ground with a loud bang.

“Watanabe-kun, what happened?” came the voice of the Japanese soldiers outside the small courtyard who quickly alerted and shouted.

"It's okay, I knocked something over. Watch the door and don't let the Chinese escape." The superior soldier's unhurried reply reassured the two Japanese soldiers outside the door.

There was a pile of clothes in the wooden box, which were the clothes of Da Ya's wife before she was born. According to tradition, all these should be burned during the burial or the first seven days, but Da Ya wanted to keep a memory of her and kept them secretly. The hard-working Daya didn't even do any cleaning, especially the clothes her father wore when he was executed by the Japanese. She was afraid that without the blood, she would forget her hatred, her hatred for the Japanese.

A large amount of blood had already been soaked in the green jacket. After more than ten days of fermentation, it was combined with the already depressing smell of incense and candles to emit an extremely unpleasant smell.

"Watanabe-kun, there is no one here. The smell here is too bad. Let's go to the next one!" The "death-seeking" private who covered his mouth and nose took a look and couldn't help but make suggestions.

"Idiot, if someone pays homage to the dead, that means there are living people in the room." The superior soldier glared at the scumbag private, and couldn't help but shake his head. The smell here is really a bit heady, and it's too bad. Smell it.

Listening to the noise coming from the east wing, Da Ya's eyes were filled with bitterness. It was the mourning hall she had set up for her father according to tradition. She had to pay homage to her father for a hundred days. She heard that this way her father would not suffer the pain of going to hell. Unexpectedly, The **** Japanese have to break even this extravagant hope.

And the man who gave her the strange feeling was nowhere to be seen now. Perhaps because he saw the large number of Japanese soldiers, he had already hid in a corner and did not dare to make any more moves!

Sure enough, the neighbor's third aunt often said, 'A man's mouth is a liar! ' makes sense.

Since men can't do it, let women do it! Listening to the two heavy footsteps coming towards the south wing, the sixteen-year-old girl tried hard to calm down the extreme fear in her heart, and raised the kitchen knife to her waist. As long as she was given a second, she could stab the kitchen knife into the small door. If the devil's belly is stirred again, his intestines will be disturbed, and then he will be dead.

The girl's breathing was very thin as she tried to calm down her fear, but the Japanese soldier who walked over heard it.

With a proud smile on his face, there were not only people in the room, but also women, women who were defenseless.

This task is very simple and interesting.

Compared with those cowardly and ugly Chinese men who like to humble themselves and kneel down, on the contrary, Chinese women who like to struggle desperately make people have a desire to conquer.

However, neither the two Japanese soldiers nor the girl who was preparing to fight to the death knew that outside the house less than ten meters away from them, as early as forty seconds ago, when the Japanese soldiers outside the courtyard were yelling at the situation inside the house, a black figure rushed down like a tiger descending the mountain. To them.

The Japanese soldiers did not pay attention, and the Japanese soldiers outside the courtyard did not answer.

Perhaps it was the dull smell of incense that made his head spin!

The two Japanese soldiers standing at the gate of the courtyard were not particularly vigilant as expected, holding rifles and scanning the dim alley. Instead, they both had their rifles on their backs and held a torch in one hand. One of them even had something on his mouth. Holding a Japanese cigarette.

Obviously, although the gunshots and cannons ringing out all over the city and outside the city made them anxious, they had nothing to fear in this area where there were only Chinese civilians.

The sense of accomplishment of continuously breaking open the doors of the house and chasing away the Chinese civilians who showed little resistance like pigs and sheep lowered their vigilance to the lowest point.

Here, they are the highest level of the food chain.

After hearing the loud reply from the Japanese soldier in the room, the Japanese soldier put down his worries and threw a cigarette to another companion. He looked at the private who did not catch the cigarette because of his sight and looked for Weiweiyile on the ground, and then tilted his head to smoke. The torch lit his cigarette, and in the dim light of the fire, the Japanese soldier took a greedy puff of his cigarette. The smoke and fire, as well as the dark faces under the military hats, gave him a sense of vicissitudes after the war.

If someone takes a photo of him at this time, he will definitely be on the front page of the Asahi Shimbun. The title has been thought of and is called "Dawn of Spring". The Japanese army couldn't help but silently scream at that moment!

Why, diaosi is laughed at for daydreaming, but is not allowed to dream when she should be sleeping?

Then, this may be the last time in this Japanese soldier's life when he secretes dopamine.

Because, a hand that looked thin but extremely powerful touched the back of his neck.

The palms of my hands are very warm, especially in this spring dawn in northern China.

Those who can be touched are obviously not so happy!

At that moment, the hairs all over the body of the Japanese soldier who was dreaming at dawn stood on edge. If someone could take a camera and take a close-up of him at this time, he would be like a frightened hedgehog, with his hair standing on edge and his eyes ferocious. The bulge was protruding, and the muscles on his face were twisted as if he had fallen into hell. His ghostly appearance was enough to make the front page of the Asahi Shimbun.

That is a huge feeling of fear that cannot be described in words!

For a veteran who has gone through a year of recruit training and experienced at least ten battles, the answer at that moment was extremely clear.

There is someone behind you, and he is an enemy.

He did not let out the screams of weak chickens to vent his fear. He bent his arms into elbows, used the tip of his elbows as a gun, and struck hard in the back. The greatly frightened Japanese first-class soldier reacted quickly enough.

It's just that it's still too slow.

The little Taoist priest who ranked among the top three in the entire Four Lines Group in terms of individual combat power was a super fierce man who had killed thirty Japanese invaders with one sword and one man. Tang Tuanzuo, who had seen his results in the Battle of Bihe, had a slight twitch in his mouth. The combat power of Mingxin behind the Great Sword of the Guru's Sect is increased by at least 30%.

Such a super fierce man, even if he didn't pull out the big sword at this time, how could he let his prey escape?

With the sudden force exerted by the warm palm, the five slender and slender fingers like a pianist suddenly tightened, and a huge force that was completely inconsistent with the surface phenomenon spewed out. The human cervical spine, which was not particularly strong in the first place, made a "click" like a walnut breaking. With a soft sound, it was completely crushed to pieces.

Not only was the spinal nerves shattered, causing the Japanese soldier to completely lose control of his body and even be unable to make a sound from his throat, a cold and cold military thorn came out directly from the skull, directly destroying the last vestige of life of the Japanese superior soldier.

The terrified eyes gradually faded away, and before he could exhale, the green smoke spurted out from the corner of the Japanese soldier's mouth and nostrils with the last breath of his life.

The out-of-control sphincter also caused the Japanese infantrymen who had become corpses to burst out with feces and urine!

Fortunately, the Japanese army also had the habit of wearing leggings. The military trousers were wide enough to cover the dirt, and the smell did not start to dissipate so quickly.

Mingxin was very interested in the military thorn attached to Tang Tuanzuo, so he specially asked Teacher Xiao He's team to help him build it. It was also the first bloodshot of the military thorn in his hand.

　Judging from the ending, killing is really fun!

Chapter end

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