Rise From Eight Hundred

Tang Dao woke up a little too late.

Just as his opponent underestimated him, he also misjudged his opponent.

If you make a mistake, you will pay the price on the battlefield.

When the red flare was fired into the sky, all members were on high alert, and the group found the last position of their sentinel.

On the cold mud, sat the body of a soldier!

He was killed by his own three-edged army thorn piercing his heart!

The soldier with his back against a big tree and eyes wide open had one arm twisted strangely, and the corner of his eye was cracked because of extreme anger and pain, and blood flowed down his cheek in two shocking blood lines.

Obviously, he did try to resist, but the attacking opponent was too strong. When he pulled out the three-edged army thorn and stabbed at him, he not only blocked it, but also covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and twisted his arm with the other hand, holding his hand and stabbing the three-edged army thorn back into his heart.

The murderer was very cruel, just like a cheetah that kills its prey after playing with it until it is tired of it. The process of the bayonet piercing the heart lasted at least tens of seconds.

It must have been extremely painful and extremely unwilling, otherwise, why could he bite all the big teeth in his mouth to pieces? The flames seemed to still be burning in his already gray eyes.

"Old Zheng!" Lu Zhongda let out a heart-wrenching roar.

The officers and soldiers of the reconnaissance company around him were all in tears.

How could they not feel pain?

The 60 people who formed the special squadron at the beginning, after a series of battles, were less than 40 people, with more than one-third of them lost.

Later, it was expanded into a reconnaissance company. Except for Niu Er, Heizi, Lu Sanjiang and others who were promoted to company and platoon leaders, the rest of the original 30 people were mostly squad leaders and training instructors.

These brothers who were lucky enough to survive the battle ate at the same table, slept in a large bunk bed, and their noses were filled with the smell of each other's stinky feet. They even took a bath with the same towel and brushed their teeth with the same toothbrush.

They were not born of the same mother, but they were already better than brothers.

Because the mission was difficult, the commander and deputy commander of the reconnaissance company who received the military order unanimously decided to send all veterans to fight. Who would have thought that another brother would lose another person.

The brutal enemy did not even try to cover up the prey he had already captured, and let him die in battle.

Obviously, this was a demonstration, telling everyone here that the previous defeat was just a small defeat for them, and he had enough ability to make the opponent bleed as well.

He succeeded, and succeeded in making the Chinese soldiers present feel heartbroken.

"Xiao Wu is partnering with Lao Zheng. He is not here. The Japanese army obviously wants to capture him alive to ask for some information about our unit." As the highest commander of the reconnaissance company here, Heizi seemed calm enough.

He immediately ordered everyone around him to look for traces of the enemy's departure, and suppressed his grief to report to Tang Dao, who squatted down and closed his comrade's eyelids.

Tang Dao did not speak, but his face was as cold as ice.

"Except for the small amount of blood left on Lao Zheng's chest, there are no other blood drops. The Japanese master must have knocked Xiao Wu unconscious with a punch, making him lose his ability to resist instantly. This is the fault of my reconnaissance company. After this battle, the reconnaissance company must increase the amount of training in close-range hand-to-hand combat." Seeing that Tang Dao didn't speak, Heizi knew that Tang Dao must be extremely angry, so he could only continue to speak with difficulty.

"Now, it's not a matter of holding your reconnaissance company responsible. As long as the Japanese army still wants to obtain information, Xiao Wu still has a chance to survive." Tang Dao slowly stood up and glanced at Hammer, who was trying to sniff around. His originally clear eyes seemed to be filled with deep blood at that moment.

He knew that it must be Fujiwara Zhanxiong. Except for that terrible martial arts master, no one dared to kill a surprise attack under the deterrence of a team with such terrible force.

Fujiwara Zhanxiong not only has superior combat power, but also has a mind far superior to ordinary people. He should have carried some special drugs to cover up the smell he left behind, which also led to Hammer's super sense of smell. There is no clue that can be tracked.

Afterwards, he even issued a declaration of war blatantly!

The eyes of his comrades who died in battle were the declaration of war issued by Fujiwara Zhanxiong.

How courageous! Then, let's have a good fight! Not to mention that you are still in the mountains where I have heavily stationed troops, even in your occupied area, this time, I will definitely let one of your troops go.

Although he is the supreme commander of thousands of people, Tang Dao is still the frontier eagle who dares to rush into the artillery fire to save his comrades.

His eyes are full of blood, and his blood is burning!

"Order, temporarily suspend the transportation mission and change to chasing and annihilating the remaining enemies. In addition, inform the officers and soldiers of the 17th Division who came to negotiate that I need to talk to their highest commander, activate the field radio, and connect with the commander Zhao of the 17th Division!" After Tang Dao finished speaking, he squatted down, picked up the dead soldiers, and strode down the mountain.

"Commander, let me..." Shen Laoliu wanted to step forward to replace Tang Dao, but was stopped by Mingxin who patted his shoulder.

Mingxin sensed Tang Dao's anger and sadness through his keen perception. Sending this special forces soldier who had followed him for half a year to fight was the last thing he could do as a regiment commander.

After settling the bodies of the dead soldiers, Tang Dao, who had regained his composure, would let the Japanese close combat expert know what the price was.

But everyone underestimated Tang Dao's anger, including several special forces officers who were closest to him.

"Captain Zhao, I need your assistance. If you agree, the favor of sending equipment last time will be written off. Our regiment will send 8 Type 41 mountain guns as a thank you gift in March!" Tang Dao's telegram to the 17th Division headquarters shocked Zhao Shoushan who received the telegram.

He didn't know who could have provoked Tang Dao so much that he even used 8 mountain cannons as a salute.

Obtaining the full support of the 17th Division was only the first step for Tang Dao.

The next operation was a group of special forces, all wanting to wipe their sweat!

The top-secret mission ordered by the theater headquarters was directly thrown aside by Tang Dao. The Japanese major general, who was closely watched by the top leaders of China and Japan, was just a wild boar tied up like a zongzi at this time. He was just taken out of the first carriage and thrown casually into the wooden shed that had been cleaned but still full of death.

Yamamoto, who had been looking for an opportunity to die since he woke up, suddenly found that the Chinese completely disdained him, and even seemed to have forgotten to feed him meat soup to maintain his life, and actually asked questions in Chinese for the first time.

The answer he got was: "Our superior said that if we can't rescue our brothers in the next two days, we will strip you naked and hang you on a tree. It doesn't matter if we can't see you alive, as long as we Chinese can see from the photos that the little Japanese major general's penis is indeed small.

You are a dying man, and you are still wasting broth on the ball?"

"I protest, I protest that you don't abide by international agreements!" Yamashita almost burst into shit and piss when he heard it.

Damn, who provoked the Chinese like this! The key is that provocation doesn't matter, but the victim is him, the former major general of the Imperial Army, isn't it?

If he was really stripped naked and hanged to death as the Chinese said, the Imperial Army would be ruthlessly torn off even the last fig leaf by the Chinese, and his Yamashita family would become the object of ridicule on the island.

Scum is so double-standard. When you tell him the rules, he says it depends on who has the harder fist. When you take out the knife, he says we still have to consider the rules.

Unfortunately, he encountered the Tang sword.

Don't say that Tang Dao's anger at this time is enough to ignite this barren mountain. Even when Tang Dao is in the best mood, he will be called a major general, a lieutenant general, or a general. As long as it is a devil, a dead devil is a good devil.

The answer to Yamamoto's black man is not to scare Yamamoto, that is Tang Dao's original words.

As long as he can't save his comrades who were kidnapped by Fujiwara Sen's, Tang Dao will kill Yamamoto immediately and use him as a sacrifice.

Tang Dao is not one of those big men with a broad mind. He is just a soldier. He has only one belief: if you kill my brother, I will pay you back a hundred times, until one day he dies on the battlefield, and naturally someone will come to ask the Japanese army for interest for him.

As for the old man who is still looking forward to the questioning of the war zone headquarters, what's wrong, Yamamoto can't die of illness? Even if he doesn't die of illness, can't he strangle himself to death when he has time?

Tang Dao, who has made a fool, can ignore the military order of the principal, let alone a stingy old man.

Anyway, the special forces knew that no matter whether Fujiwara Sen'o and his shitty special forces were killed or not, as long as the lives of the brothers could not be saved, Yamamoto would definitely die.

Their Tang Tuanzuo always kept his word.

The platoon leader of the 17th Division who was alerted by the signal flare and rushed over saw that it was actually the famous Tang Tuanzuo of the Four-Line Regiment. He dared not delay and immediately reported to his superiors.

It took less than an hour for a colonel stationed in the area to personally lead two infantry battalions to this originally unknown hillside.

That's not all. Zhao, the commander of the 17th Division, who received Tang Dao's telegram, personally ordered that the other two infantry regiments not far away each send one infantry battalion to rush here.

All the regiment commanders and battalion commanders who arrived here were temporarily under the command of Tang Dao, the commander of the Four-Line Regiment!

Under Tang Dao's order, except for one infantry battalion that was ordered to build a defense line around this small hillside, 600 infantrymen used three defense lines to surround the core wooden shed, and the other three infantry battalions directly began to search the mountain. That was a huge force of more than 1,800 people, just for the 10 Japanese soldiers who escaped.

In addition, because one of his infantry squads was killed in a sneak attack by the Japanese army, Division Commander Zhao was furious and ordered the entire division to add three times the troops at each intersection of the defense zone and ordered the entire division to enter a wartime state.

In other words, although 1,800 people were used to search the mountain, in fact, in this area of ​​only 20 kilometers, an infantry division and its five military dogs were mobilized.

Originally, due to limited supplies, the proportion of military dogs raised in various Chinese armies was not high, but the 17th Division was originally stationed in the northwest, and senior officers liked to hunt rabbits and badgers in autumn, so they used the resources in their hands to raise some Shaanxi Province dogs.

These hunting dogs, who were fed with imperial food but were pursuing their own interests, might not have average combat effectiveness, but they were good at hunting, especially when the Japanese army left more than a dozen remains for the hunting dogs to sniff.

Humans could not smell the beef and canned sea fish smell on the Japanese army, but that did not mean that China's most distinctive hunting dogs could not smell it.

The identification commands between the various departments were so rough that it made people's hair stand on end. Ask: Fujiwara Sen'ao, you bastard! Reply: Fuck him!

No matter how proficient the Japanese are in Chinese, they may not be so fluent in the face of this "Three Character Classic" that only Chinese people can speak fluently!

A huge war machine was completely activated because of Fujiwara Sen'ao's surprise attack.

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An area less than eight miles away from Yesanpo.

Fujiwara Sen'ao, who was carrying a Chinese soldier tied up like a dumpling, suddenly stopped and looked at the distant mountains.

"My Four-Line Regiment will definitely settle accounts with you, and my commander will not let you go." After being knocked unconscious by him, the Chinese soldier never spoke again, even though his hands and feet were twisted viciously by the angry Miyamoto Ono and others.

No knife was used, because there was fear that blood would spill and attract the tracking of Chinese military dogs. The ambushed Chinese elite team brought a big dog with them, which was definitely not used as a decoration, otherwise Fujiwara Zhanxiong would not have sprinkled the powder carefully.

"So, your commander Tang is also here!" Fujiwara Zhanxiong looked at the Chinese soldier who was almost unconscious in his hand, and suddenly whispered.

Then, he felt that the blood flow of the Chinese soldier being carried accelerated at a certain moment, even if it was only for a moment.

This was undoubtedly a soldier with extremely strong will, and he had seen the ferocity of the man in front of him, but he still could not fully understand the horror of the man in front of him.

A seemingly casual question was asked at the moment when the soldier was about to faint. He didn't need to say anything. His suddenly accelerated heartbeat and blood flow speed had already proved Fujiwara Zhanxiong's inference.

Fujiwara Zhanxiong was not sure that Tang Dao was here. After seeing the performance of the Chinese soldier, he knew that asking directly would not reveal the truth even if he killed him, so he chose this unexpected moment.

Then, he got the answer he wanted most!

"I really didn't expect it, Tang Jun! As the head of a regiment, you actually have to carry out such a dangerous mission in person. However, you must be very angry now! Do you want to kill me? You know, I miss you all the time!" He stretched out his palm and knocked the Chinese soldier unconscious. Fujiwara Zhanxiong, with a bit of joy on his lips, looked at the distant mountains, his tone was happy and gentle.

The Japanese soldiers who followed Fujiwara in retreating looked at each other in bewilderment. They had already been convinced by their boss, whose military power was so strong that it made people despair. But they couldn't understand why he was laughing so hard!

The ambush mission was not completed, and 16 people died on the battlefield. The Chinese would definitely use heavy troops to hunt them down. It was still unknown whether everyone could escape. In this situation, he could still be happy?

Boss, you must be crazy!

How can ordinary people understand masters? Although they are elites selected from hundreds of thousands of Japanese troops, they are much weaker than Fujiwara Zhanxiong psychologically.

What they call living is just to kill!

And some people live to evolve!

Of course, Tang Tuanzuo's response to this has always been: Don't show off, or you will be struck by thunder!

Fujiwara Zhanxiong, who has always been in the world of showing off, didn't expect that he would meet his old opponent on the battlefield after four months.

He could fully imagine Tang Dao's anger, especially after seeing the declaration of war he issued with a corpse.

Will Tang Dao personally catch up with him?

Thinking that he stayed in the army just to fight this old rival again, and that if he killed him, he could clear the haze that he had been almost knocked unconscious by that person a few months ago, and thus advance into the supreme martial arts again, Fujiwara Zhanxiong's anxious heart was filled with a little heat.

For him, death is not terrible! What is terrible is that the shadow of that person has been lingering in his mind.

Fujiwara Zhanxiong is full of confidence. He has never slacked off in the past four months, whether in the training ground or at the scene of life and death.

Now, after experiencing the battlefield, he is at least 10% stronger than he was four months ago, both physically and mentally.

On the other hand, Tang Dao has long been the supreme commander commanding two or three thousand people. It is said that he has even got engaged during his long march.

A commander who can only hide behind death, a man entangled in the gentleness of a woman, will he still be the iron-blooded warrior who must decide life and death with every move?

A cold light flashed in Fujiwara Zhanxiong's slender eyes, and he exhaled lightly, whispering in a voice that only he could hear: "I'm waiting for you to come, but you, don't let me down!"

Hearing the hurried footsteps and slight panting of several subordinates following him only 20 to 30 meters away, Fujiwara Zhanxiong sighed slightly. Even as strong as he was, he felt a little exhausted after running for nearly half an hour without stopping, not to mention these subordinates who were weaker than him, they were tired after all.

If they continue to run like this, they may exhaust themselves without the Chinese catching up with them, so how can they fight the Chinese?

"Everyone, take a ten-minute break, and then Lieutenant Miyamoto will lead you to retreat northward. The field radio must not be turned on during the journey. You can only send a message to the Eastern Army Headquarters when you reach a safe location, asking them to send the rest of my special forces to pick you up." Standing in front of his subordinates who were breathing heavily but still standing in front of him in an orderly manner, Fujiwara Zhanxiong gave the order without showing any trace on his face.

"Mr. Fujiwara, won't you retreat with us?" Lieutenant Miyamoto, who was personally named by Fujiwara Zhanxiong, took a step forward and asked.

"The elites of the Four Lines Regiment and the Tang Dao received the letter of challenge, and they still have some people in our hands. They will definitely chase us. The nine of us are too conspicuous.

And their most important target is me, Mr. Miyamoto, do you understand?" Facing his subordinates' questions with some concern, Fujiwara Zhanxiong frowned slightly, but finally explained.

"Also, although you will be the top commander of my special agent team, I have another suggestion. If the Chinese use heavy troops to search the mountains, you'd better divide into four groups to break out! To avoid... "

Although I didn't make it too clear, the meaning was already very clear. Breaking out into small groups could avoid the tragic situation of being blamed for everything.

This also shows that Fujiwara Senzuo is well aware of the seriousness of the current situation, but he still has to act alone.

Undoubtedly, this is extremely dangerous.

"Your Excellency..." The Japanese lieutenant's voice was choked up.

Obviously, Fujiwara Senzuo's order of using himself as bait to attract the pursuers and leaving his last words really moved him.

"You guys, do you have any more questions? As for trying to persuade me to change my mind, don't say any more. Soldiers must obey military orders as their bounden duty."

"Hi!"

"If you encounter Chinese farmers in the mountains, kill them all to avoid exposing their whereabouts. My gentlemen, may your military fortunes be prosperous." Fujiwara Senio nodded slightly when he saw that his subordinates were all solemnly accepting the order.

Then, carrying the Chinese soldier who had completely fallen into a coma, he turned around and disappeared into the dense forest without any hesitation.

"Prosperous military fortune!" Eight Japanese soldiers watched as their commander disappeared into the dense forests of the Chinese mountains.

Of course, Fujiwara Senio and the eight Japanese soldiers did not know that the furious Commander Zhao of the 17th Division had already mobilized troops to block their retreat to the north. Whether it was the top Japanese martial arts master who used his body as bait or the eight elite Japanese soldiers, what they faced , three infantry battalions with more than 1,800 troops pursued them one after another, and thousands of people weaved a large net in the mountains.

They are already fish in the net.

Just watch how the fisherman collects the net!