Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 899

　　The torch held by the Japanese infantry, which had completely entered death mode, fell downwards!

　　However, before it fell to the ground, it was quietly caught by a hand, and then stuffed into the already weak hand.

The marionette has no right to say no!

Then, heavy footsteps sounded.

Of course it will be heavy, because the footsteps are caused by the weight of two people, not the Japanese army-style cowhide boots studded with iron nails.

Mingxin is tall, but not tall. He is only about 1.7 meters tall, but he is still half a head taller than the Japanese soldier in front of him. Even the Japanese soldier wearing a helmet cannot completely block Mingxin behind him. Therefore, he can only stand in the air!

The two feet are a full five or six centimeters from the ground, which is much better than the zombies in Chinese legends who can only walk by jumping.

All of this is based on Mingxin's jaw-dropping strength. He actually pinched the Japanese soldier's cervical vertebrae with one hand, and his strong arm strength supported the corpse weighing hundreds of kilograms several centimeters in the air. Only in this way can he completely cover it. Mingxin behind him.

With this kind of sight, it doesn't need to be blocked for a long time, maybe just one second is enough.

The Japanese private who had previously dropped his cigarette to the ground because he failed to catch it had just found the cigarette by the light of the torch. When he looked up, he saw a veteran walking towards him one meter away.

However, in the dim firelight, not only the body looked extremely strange, but also the expression was a bit strange.

He even saw a dark thing on the veteran's forehead, with a strange liquid flowing down.

Where did you hit your head?

"Shenmu-kun" The Japanese private instinctively wanted to remind the veteran.

Then, he saw the veteran rushing toward him.

What do you want to do? There was no time to think about the reason. Out of respect for the veteran, the private's first thought was to stretch out his arms.

It's not to welcome good friends, but because as a new recruit, he can't let his seniors fall like this! The Japanese army's strict hierarchy allowed recruits to make the most correct choice.

A strong stench mixed with the smell of blood rushed into his nostrils!

Then he died.

At that moment of extreme horror, the military spike suddenly pulled out from the head of the Japanese infantry corpse pierced his open mouth as fast as lightning as he prepared to shout loudly.

The cold spurs knocked out his front teeth, smashed his uvula that had not had time to tremble and made a sound, and then passed through the gums, penetrated the brain and passed through the back of the head.

His body suddenly went limp, and a pair of hands supported him and the cold corpse in his arms. He very considerately placed the two Japanese soldiers who were dead and not yet dead in the dark corner of the wall, allowing them to continue to be intimate. Hug, then, pull out the military spurs, wipe them clean on the yellow uniforms of Japanese soldiers, and leave.

The smell of blood is too strong and may stimulate the olfactory cells of the next person to be attacked.

Although this is only Mingxin's first assassination attempt, it is obvious that the little Taoist priest with strong psychological quality is better than most people in the world.

Not only is he ruthless in his attacks, he is also extremely calm!

The Taoist brainwashing education that has protected China for thousands of years is really outstanding. Such a strong soldier may never appear again.

The soldiers of the Fourth Army should be very lucky to have met such a comrade, but the Japanese are probably the kind of unfortunate unlucky children.

But this is completely self-inflicted. If you want to be a robber, you must be aware that you will be killed at any time!

The Japanese private whose brain nerves are not completely dead is like a fish whose gills have been penetrated by a willow leaf and is not completely dead. His body is twisting violently and trying to flutter, but the senior in his arms is holding him down like a shipwreck. Only two of his clothes are still on. The feet in the cowhide boots were twitching, making some muffled "puff" sounds with the ground.

Obviously, this little noise was not enough to attract the attention of the two Japanese soldiers in the house who were a little disturbed by the rotten smell emanating from the incense candles and broken wooden boxes.

Of course, the cries of Chinese civilians and the ferocious roars of the Japanese troops not far away had already covered up this small abnormal noise.

In the courtyard, the two Japanese soldiers who heard the movement in the house looked at each other and approached the door of the house with the joy of catching prey.

“Chinese pigs, come out quickly!” The Japanese superior soldier kicked open the door and shouted loudly.

He had already heard the breathing from inside the door. It was nervous but not rough. It should be a Chinese woman. His rich life experience had even allowed him to identify the gender of the Chinese in the room.

He can completely understand the Chinese woman's nervousness, and perhaps she will still resist.

Of course, in the eyes of the Japanese soldiers, this prey will still cry and howl like those, but it will become humble and helpless the moment the shining bayonet approaches, and then leave like driving away pigs and sheep.

These are the humble Chinese people. They are afraid of death and are destined to usher in more deaths.

The Japanese superior soldier, who has always been at the top of the biological chain in the Chinese city, did not even hold up his rifle. Instead, he carried the rifle behind his back, holding a torch and preparing to enter the house to catch his prey.

However, even rabbits will bite people when they are anxious.

What's more, this rabbit has been grinding its fangs for half a month for this moment.

　　At the moment when the torch was inserted, the 16-year-old girl jumped out of the darkness like an agile deer, her speed was jaw-dropping.

Perhaps, it's not just fast, but what's even more frightening is determination.

Hold the kitchen knife tightly in your hand and thrust forward with all your strength, leaving no room for anything.

This sword used at least 70% of the girl's strength.

Being in such a nervous and fearful mood, the girl could still unleash more than half of her strength without being stiff and slow. She was already much stronger than 90% of the people in the world, whether they were men or women.

Even many recruits who first entered the battlefield were not as good as her.

Da Ya, who has lost everything, has no reservations. Ever since her father died and was deceived by a hero she imagined, she told herself that this thief is rotten to the core, and she will go to the thief above to say something.

She no longer needs to live, she hopes to die, taking a Japanese soldier with her!

So, the thief God seems to have heard this Chinese girl's wish this time and made her wish come true!

Driven by a force of at least forty pounds, the sharply sharpened knife tip effortlessly broke through the Japanese military uniforms, broke through the fragile subcutaneous fat, cut off the large intestine, and opened the internal organs until the broad kitchen knife blade was cut along the ribs. Stuck, then stopped moving forward.

　　The Japanese superior soldier was stunned. He was stunned when he saw the kitchen knife that had penetrated nearly halfway into his lower abdomen!

The pain is not particularly painful. In extreme panic, the rapidly secreted adrenaline acts as an analgesic.

He only felt cold!

It is not the coldness carried by the blade itself that goes deep into the belly!

Rather, it is the bone-deep cold that is about to usher in death!

The extremely rich battlefield experience reminded him crazily that his intestines were broken, his liver was cut open, he was finished, he was dead!

After staring blankly at the blade for nearly ten seconds, the Japanese superior soldier took his eyes away from the half-cut kitchen knife that was about to take his life and looked at the attacker.

It was a Chinese man with a gray face. His short hair made it difficult to tell whether he was a man or a woman, but he could still feel that he was a woman.

The number of Chinese people who died under his gun and sword was by no means less than ten, but the Japanese superior soldier never thought that one day he would die under the sword of a Chinese woman. This is really a shame.

Daya, who tried all her strength to stab the kid, was also stunned. She didn't expect that she actually hit the little devil with one stab.

Really, it's too simple. It turns out that killing Japanese is so easy!

Extreme consternation and great joy intertwined to form a huge impact, causing Da Ya to forget the next step, stir the handle of the knife, and use the width of the blade to smash all the internal organs of the Japanese devil.

Then, the Japanese soldier, feeling cold and ashamed, let out a shocking roar: "Baga."

　　It's really not a good habit to always say a traditional line at any time. The Chinese can still say "shit", but the Japanese use those two words over and over again.

Da Ya was awakened and instinctively twisted the knife handle, completing the 'tactical' action that she had repeated hundreds of times in her mind.

The human belly, which has no other protection except the fat layer, is defenseless against the sharp blade.

The sharply secreted adrenaline was finally unable to stop the pain nerves from sending crazy signals to the brain. The severe pain almost drained all the strength of the Japanese superior soldier.

With desperate eyes, the Japanese superior soldier knelt on the ground with a plop, spitting out blood. The powerlessness receding like a tide told him that he should be unable to stand up on his own strength.

Perhaps, in a few minutes, he will fall into the icy abyss of death!

The "death seeking" private behind him was also in disbelief. When he saw the senior private kneeling down like this, he realized that his senior had been stabbed like a pig by a despicable Chinese. .

The stabbing should have been at the vital point, otherwise I wouldn't have kneeled at the feet of the Chinese attacker in such humiliation!

"Baga! Dead, dead." The frightened private roared angrily while picking up the rifle in his hand and pointed the muzzle at Da Ya, who had no fear at all.

Da Ya has already pulled out the kitchen knife and plans to use this kitchen knife that has already killed a Japanese soldier to throw it out and exchange the knife for a gun. It is a good deal!

It can only be said that at this time, Da Ya's fighting consciousness is catching up with those veterans. Regardless of whether he can achieve the goal of "one knife for one gun", his momentum is definitely worthy of the Japanese second-class soldiers.

At least at that moment, the face of the "seeking death" private was frightened. This was a situation he rarely encountered. The one holding the knife was actually holding the gun.

This also caused his body to stiffen slightly, and his hand to pull the trigger was 0.5 seconds too late!

What's even more terrible is that when the "dong dong" footsteps sounded behind him, he made a mistake that all recruits like to make.

The sound of heavy footsteps startled the Japanese private and turned his head sharply.

The reason why he made a mistake is that he did not evade as quickly as possible to find a safe position and then distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.

If it had been the senior Japanese soldier who had already knelt down, he would not have looked back as foolishly as he did.

It's a pity that the Japanese veteran was beaten to his knees by a Chinese woman with a hatchet. He won't even have this chance. From this point of view, his battlefield performance is even worse than that of a private.

So, the Japanese private who made the mistake almost stopped breathing, and an oncoming fist completely occupied all his sight.

What a fast fist, what a hard fist!

“Looking for death” This is where the private's last thoughts stopped.

Mingxin, who rushed over from five meters away, didn't make any fancy moves, just a simple straight punch. The raised joint was like a sledgehammer, and it hit the Japanese second-class soldier in the face, causing a heartbreaking roar. Not to mention the sound of bones breaking, his front teeth were even knocked out several meters away.

Some things really don't need to be big, the truth is that they are hard enough!

It's big and hard, so it really depends on your luck. I guess Tang Tuanzuo's pair of iron fists can fall into this category.

With just one punch, the Japanese second-class soldier was completely beaten to the point of losing his combat effectiveness.

　　No one can perform any fancy tricks at the moment when the bridge of the nose is broken, the front teeth are knocked out, tears, blood and saliva are splashed, and at the same time, there are tens of thousands of bees living in the head.

The brain responsible for commanding the whole body has wisdom that is difficult for humans to understand. If it feels cold, it will immediately mobilize blood to gather on the body surface to increase the temperature of the human skin. If it still finds that it does not work, it will immediately withdraw it to the internal organs to ensure the temperature of the organs. This is also the end of hypothermia. Why does the body heat up later?

After being hit hard by a hammer-like fist like this, the brain will react immediately and enter a coma state, using deep sleep to repair the trauma.

It's a pity that even though the Japanese private's nightmare was not over even though his body was staggering backwards and he was basically in a coma, he just hit the wall and before he could escape, an iron knee hit his crotch.

The painful howl was blocked by a slender white hand. One hand covered his mouth and the other held the back of his head. The Japanese soldier's head dropped softly. With the last mistake, he was completely annihilated. took away all his vitality.

No matter how smart the brain is, it can only accept the fact that it is going to die at this time and direct the neuron cells of the human body to return to silence.

And all this happened in less than two seconds. In front of the dumbfounded Daya, a Japanese soldier holding a gun was killed with his bare hands, without any resistance.

Like a little chicken.

"You're fine!" Mingxin glanced at the Japanese soldier who was kneeling on the ground in a prostrate posture and still vomiting blood and bubbles. He raised his foot and stamped it suddenly, just like trampling a small insect to death, killing the Japanese soldier's body. The neck bones were crushed and fractured, and he grinned slightly: "Okay, he's dead! Don't keep pointing your knife at me!"

Under the dim light, Da Ya, who was in a darker room, could basically see Ming Xin's appearance, and she looked handsome and delicate.

But she would never associate her beauty with the murderer in front of her. There was only one question in her mind:

This man is probably not a butcher!

This is Da Ya's second impression of Ming Xin.

The ferocity of the killing techniques is not important. What is important is the attitude of the Japanese invader who was killing the Japanese invaders. He was merciless even to a dying Japanese invader, just like trampling to death a small insect.

"I avenged my father!" Da Ya's body softened and she sat on the ground.

Ming Xin frowned slightly, how can this guy be so girly? Originally it seemed that he was brave and could recruit good soldiers for the regiment, but now it seemed that he was overthinking.

"Drag these two Japs into the house and hide them, and then hide in the house next door. Don't come out unless the Chinese come to shout that everything is safe. I'll go and move the two Japs in at the entrance of the courtyard first." Mingxin I was ready to leave immediately, but looking at the sobbing comrades in front of me, my heart still didn't completely cool down.

If another group of Japs discovers the body, the guy who is still here will not survive, but he cannot stay here forever. He just killed a group of four people, and at least several groups need to be killed.

“No, can I go with you to kill the Japanese?” Da Ya raised her head with a serious look on her face.

She didn't know who this man was, but he was Chinese and very strong. He could kill Japanese soldiers like mowing grass, and that was enough.

"I am on a combat mission. You are still too weak to help me now. Before that, you still have to hide. When our army captures Li City at dawn, you come to me." Under the night, Mingxin frowned Frowning slightly, he opened his mouth to tell a bunch of lies.

Originally, monks do not lie, but Tang Tuanzuo said it right, this is an extraordinary period, everything is for victory!

The Four Elements Group does not need weaklings!

“Hey, don't leave! It's dawn, how can I find you?” Da Ya couldn't help but become anxious when she saw Ming Xin who was about to turn around and leave, and chased him a few steps and shouted softly.

“My name is Shen Laoliu!” Ming Xin didn't even think about throwing out a name.

Are you still exercising towards the west city? Shen Laoliu, who was sweating profusely from running, quietly asked Lu Zhongda, who was also sweating profusely: "Lao Lu, why do I feel a gust of wind?"

Lu Zhongda: "It means you haven't killed enough ghosts, and the ghosts are all thinking about you!"

“Bah, I almost believed it!” Shen Laoliu tightened his clothes. "Ma De, this place in Licheng is evil!"

When a girl with short hair looked for Shen Laoliu everywhere after dawn, Shen Laoliu, who looked confused, realized that he was actually right.

Things he didn't do were actually blamed on him. If it weren't for Heizi and Lu Zhongda's proof, he wouldn't be able to explain it clearly.

　　PS: Brothers, vote!

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