Rise From Eight Hundred

The unstoppable thrusting method resulted in two Chinese soldiers being killed and one injured in an instant.

The Japanese side had two deaths, and overall, the Japanese army had a slight advantage.

But that was the total number of Japanese soldiers killed by the three arrows of Tang Dao. If the three people killed by Tang Dao and the one killed by Lei Xiong were added, the first encounter between the two sides was a 2 to 6 casualty ratio.

No, it should be considered 2 to 7.

Facing the Japanese soldiers who were rushing over with open arms and trying to fight desperately, Tang Dao had no time to fight with them. His left leg suddenly popped out, from bottom to top, and then chopped down, as fast as lightning.

To others, it was like swinging a big axe and suddenly chopping on the neck of the Japanese soldier who was only one meter away from him.

The whip kick of free fighting!

However, the whip kick with Japanese leather boots on his feet was so powerful that the Japanese soldier fell down like a rotten wood without a sound, his neck showed an extremely strange posture, and his hands and feet twitched like sifting bran.

That kick, like a battle axe, actually broke the Japanese soldier's rather sturdy neck.

Obviously, just looking at the miserable state of limbs twitching, it was impossible for him to survive.

The Japanese soldiers who caught a glimpse of this scene were all scared.

It's not that they haven't seen people killing people with bare hands before, but human life is fragile, but it's also very tenacious. Some people can still stare at people with their eyes wide open after being hit by dozens of bullets. They met many such Chinese soldiers in the Battle of Songhu.

But it's rare to see a strong soldier being kicked to death by a kick like Tang Dao.

With a chill in their hearts, their combat power is naturally not as good as before the charge.

At that time, it was a 'board charge', and they could only risk their lives for the honor of the Imperial Army. Now it's a hand-to-hand fight, and killing the opponent may save their lives.

Before, he didn't want to live, but now he might live. The psychological changes in this are two completely different states of mind.

The Japanese offensive slowed down, and the Chinese soldiers' morale was getting higher and higher because of the powerful Tang swords that killed four Japanese soldiers in a row. As the situation changed, the Japanese soldiers, who were more numerous than the Chinese soldiers, retreated again and again.

"Baga!" The Japanese colonel who saw this scene suddenly showed a fierce light in his eyes.

"Your Excellency the commander..." Makino Shun keenly noticed the psychological changes of his stupid boss and was about to speak.

Another Japanese colonel came into the temporary command center.

"Your Excellency the Chief of Staff, why are you here?" Makino Shun hurriedly stood up respectfully and greeted the Japanese colonel who walked in with a serious face.

The person who came was none other than Kimura Shaoxiong, the chief of staff of the infantry brigade of the 36th Infantry Regiment.

Jiro Wakiita's rank was the same as this one, and he was a colonel. Although he was his superior, a colonel had to be reserved. He turned around and nodded slightly, which was considered as greeting the brigade chief of staff.

In the Chinese army, it is usually the case that a staff officer does not have the title of chief, and his farts are not loud. But in the Japanese army, even if a staff officer has the title of chief, his farts are still quiet.

Whether it is a brigade chief of staff or a division chief of staff, in front of the brigade commander and division commander who are one or two levels higher than them, they are just the role of logistics director.

In other words, in the Japanese army at all levels, the top leader basically sets the tone, raises his hand, and makes decisions on his shoulders, and there is no democracy or not.

The chief of staff is generally a transitional role, and the commanders of the regiments below naturally do not respect them much.

Kimura Shaoxiong was obviously not surprised by this treatment. After nodding as a return greeting, he cast his eyes on the battlefield in the distance.

Jiro Wakiita and Makino Shun looked at each other, and they felt a little scared.

Although this person's authority was not enough to make them respectful, since he came to the front line in person, the brigade and division headquarters were probably quite concerned about the battle at the Sihang Warehouse.

That was natural.

A few days ago, the Chinese defenders had a large number of troops, and it was understandable that the 36th Infantry Regiment suffered huge losses but could not make any progress. But today was different from the past. There were only more than a hundred Chinese soldiers, and they had been waiting for a whole morning. The division headquarters had not received the victory report of the 36th Infantry Regiment's capture of the position, and they were somewhat impatient.

Even though they knew that this person had come to supervise the battle on behalf of the brigade and division, the battle situation was still tense, and the Japanese colonel and lieutenant colonel really didn't find an opportunity to report the battle situation for a while.

Kimura Shaoxiong was cautious in the brigade headquarters, but it didn't mean that he was still like this in the regiment headquarters. How could he not have the temperament of the chief of staff?

He didn't bother to ask the two who were obviously a little guilty, but picked up the telescope and observed the battlefield by himself.

Then, his brows furrowed deeply.

The battle in front of the warehouse has become intense.

Tang Dao, who kicked off the neck of a Japanese soldier, saw from the corner of his eye that a soldier on his side was stabbed in the abdomen by a Japanese rifle. He held the muzzle of the gun tightly with both hands and refused to let go. No matter how hard the Japanese tried, he could not pull it out.

The anxious Japanese could only kick the soldier who refused to let go in the chest again and again, and large mouthfuls of blood spurted out of the mouth of the thin Chinese soldier.

Tang Dao was heartbroken!

"Kill!" With a wild roar, he held a Type 38 rifle left by the Japanese in each hand and rushed into the battlefield like a madman.

This time, Tang Dao used neither a gun nor a sword, but a mace.

He held the barrel of the gun, the back of the bayonet was close to his elbows, and he used the heavy red date wood buttstock as a hammer to kill into the battlefield.

After rebirth, he even exceeded the huge strength of his previous life, and was brought to the extreme by the furious Tang Dao.

For example, the Japanese soldier who was still kicking his opponent in the chest and trying to draw his gun was slapped in the face by Tang Dao who was running towards him before he could react.

The whole face was flattened.

That is, all the protrusions on the face, whether it is the nose, teeth or forehead, should be kept at the same level as the eye sockets.

There may not have been much blood sprayed out, but the fragile eyeball couldn't withstand such a huge force, and it spurted out for several meters from the eye socket, and was trampled into pulp by a Japanese soldier who took a wrong step to avoid it.

That tragic scene made those who witnessed it unable to help but feel chills in their chests.

The Chinese soldier who could not fall down after being kicked no matter how many times finally fell down and fell on his back.

His eyes were not closed, looking towards the blue sky, but there was a faint smile on his face.

Without looking at the eyes of his soldiers whose luster was gradually fading, Tang Dao turned around and walked away. When he met the Japanese soldiers, he hit them hard with his stick. No matter whether the Japanese soldiers stabbed him in the chest or shot back to block, it was still a blow.

Originally, stabbing would save time and space, but when the strength reached a certain level, these were no longer a problem. When the bayonet was still twenty centimeters away from his chest, the butt of the rifle he was holding had already been smashed. to the head of the Japanese army.

The muffled sound of "dong" could almost penetrate into the crowds of Chinese and Japanese people watching the battle hundreds of meters away.

Even if you can't hear the sound, you can know how powerful the stick is from the hard jujube gun butt flying sawdust and the Japanese infantry being instantly shorter.

brutal! It's really cruel!

No one could describe the scene before them.

It can be said that from the moment Tang Dao killed four Japanese soldiers alone, there was no suspense about victory in hand-to-hand combat.

When he entered the battle group with two long guns in an almost exaggerated posture, it only accelerated the defeat of the Japanese army.

Finally, when Tang Dao struck hard, he held the gun with both hands and raised it to his head in an attempt to block the blow. The Japanese spear was smashed into a "V", not to mention smashing his shoulder until the bones were exposed, and the miserable howl resounded throughout the whole place. After the battlefield, the remaining five Japanese troops finally collapsed.

They ran away without looking back. Even though they knew there was a machine gun behind them that could shoot them into chaff, they still ran away without hesitation.

It would be better to die by a bullet than face that Chinese devil.

At least three of his companions were knocked down by him and were painfully alive. In other words, they were not dead yet, but were still twitching unconsciously on the ground like chickens that had not drained all their blood.

The three Japanese assistant officers in the distant unit headquarters were all stunned.

They may have never thought that the army warriors of the Empire would be defeated so miserably in a group hand-to-hand battle.

Only five of the more than thirty khakis were left. There were more than twenty opponents, but there were still a dozen people standing.

"If you are a good person, don't chase after the poor bandits. Come back to me and find your brothers!" Lei Xiong, who was already sweating profusely, sat down on the ground and panted. "I want to take them home!"

Although it is not as powerful as the crazy Tang Dao, Lei Xiong, who fought three Japanese soldiers alone and successfully assassinated them one by one, killed a total of four Japanese soldiers in this battle. He is an absolute super fierce man.

"Heavy machine gun, shoot, shoot them to death!" Jiro Wakita roared in the headquarters like an out-of-control beast.

"Such an enemy deserves the respect of our army." Kimura Shaoxiong objected with solemn eyes. "They are warriors. We cannot do this dishonorable act in front of the Western media. Wherever the honor of the Imperial Army is lost, we will find it again."

Okay, here comes another shameless fool! This was the inner voice of Makino Jun who lowered his head and said nothing.

The Imperial Army, is there any honor here?

Won, hand-to-hand combat won.

For all Chinese people, the charging Japanese army ran away, and the counterattacking Chinese army naturally won.

However, although the face of the Army Lieutenant Colonel who was watching the battle did not change, the palms of his fists were already dripping with blood.

His grip was so tight that his nails dug into his palms without even realizing it.

The pain in my palms is far less than the pain in my heart.

His soldiers fell before his eyes.

But he could only watch, this was the most painful thing in his heart!

The Chinese people should be cheering at this time.

But, it was extremely silent.

They looked at the dark blue ones who were still alive, picking at and looking through the pile of corpses.

They watched, watching them try hard to move out the dark blue figure who was tightly entangled with the Japanese soldiers, but the two hugged each other so tightly, like lovers who were still together in another world. , but in fact they are enemies of life and death, and the dead dark blue ones still have a small piece of their ears in their mouths.

The soldiers had to use a knife to cut off the clasped fingers of the Japanese soldiers before they could drag out their dead comrades alone.

They watched, watching the dark blue men carry the dark blue figure who had lowered his head and made no sound on his back, holding the gun, and walked hard to the warehouse.

Except for two who were carried by their comrades and could still hold onto their guns with their hands, the other eight had their hands and heads drooped, like puppets that had lost their threads.

This was originally a great victory. The Chinese used their swords to tell the world that without aircraft and artillery, the Japanese would be nothing.

The so-called samurai spirit collapsed in front of the bayonets of Chinese soldiers.

But why does it rain under a clear sky?

Otherwise, what made your and my clothes wet?