Rise From Eight Hundred

Squad 3, no, now it should be called Squad 2, Platoon 2, they have a new squad leader.

The new squad leader is not an old member of the original squad 3, but one of the most outstanding performers in this warehouse defense battle.

Su Huikai, a Cantonese from Foshan, has the most typical height and appearance in southern China. He is only 1.6 meters tall, dark-faced, and looks very ordinary.

Su Huikai, who has always been an assistant shooter of a light machine gun, is unknown in Leng Feng's platoon. His military rank was originally only a corporal.

But this little guy, in the hand-to-hand combat in front of the warehouse, shined brightly. Not only did he kill his opponent cleanly, but he also had the energy to help his comrades kill three more Japanese invaders. If it weren't for his help, I'm afraid that the casualties of ten people would have increased by at least two more.

It can be said that his hand-to-hand combat record is almost on par with Leng Feng, who killed two Japanese invaders.

Later, Tang Dao took the time to ask, and only then did he know that this person was also the successor of Wing Chun, and was actually a legendary martial arts master.

On the afternoon of October 31, the sergeant squad leader who replaced Li Jiujin was seriously injured and died, so Tang Dao directly transferred him from the first platoon to serve as the squad leader, which was also a reward for him.

With the previous outstanding performance as a foundation and Tang Dao's personal order, the arrogant soldiers and brave generals of the third squad who were originally directly under Tang Dao's management naturally obeyed.

According to the predetermined plan, the second squad would touch the gun first, and the other groups would enter the killing scene according to the plan.

Su Huikai did not disappoint Tang Dao's expectations. His short figure looked like a ghost under the moonlight. He threw the five-drum soul-bewitching incense into the bonfire without the Japanese army noticing.

After waiting for another fifteen minutes, the remaining fourteen people of the second squad went out under his leadership.

However, what was surprising was that they did not drag the guns into the corner according to the plan, but quietly brought five or six guns to the tunnel.

Seeing these guys working like little mice working hard at night to move the Japanese guns, even a brave general like Leng Feng couldn't help but twitch his eyes.

The tunnel lacks everything except guns, okay? Because considering the needs of future operations, all riflemen have been equipped with Japanese Type 38 rifles, and there are still hundreds of Zhongzheng rifles piled up in the secret room of the tunnel!

"Platoon leader, save it, save it, just in case it comes in handy!" Su Huikai looked at Leng Feng, who was speechless, and said his most simple reason honestly.

Fear of poverty, this is the psychological appeal of Su Huikai to move the stolen rifles over at all costs.

This is just a small episode. The Japanese soldiers who were hypnotized into a deeper sleep by the effect of sleeping pills snored louder and louder, and they didn't know that the guns were stolen by the "immoral" Chinese.

Seeing that the plan was going smoothly, Tang Dao and Lei Xiong, the two big guys, personally went into battle bare-chested and were responsible for dealing with three Japanese sentries who were also sleeping soundly.

Lei Xiong is not like Tang Dao, who has received assassination training and knows where to put a person into a state of death in the shortest time.

For example, Tang Dao chose to stab the back of the head of the Japanese sentry who was standing with his back to him and dozing with his rifle. The blade pierced from the lower edge of the occipital bone can instantly cut off the nerves connecting the cervical spine and mess up the brain.

It only takes one second for the Japanese soldier to enter a state of brain death, even if his heart is still beating due to inertia.

Lei Xiong's treatment is much rougher. He stretched out his strong arms and quietly circled the Japanese soldier's neck. Before the Japanese sentry, who was awakened by the shadow of death, opened his eyes, one hand had already covered his mouth, and then the arm was strangled.

The short Japanese soldier was lifted up in the air by the Shaanxi man who was more than 1.7 meters tall. His hands tried in vain to pull Lei Xiong's strong and powerful forearms, but it was useless. His legs kicked hard, but he could only kick the air.

And all the struggles for life could only accelerate his death. Because the harder you push, the more oxygen you consume, but because your mouth and nose are tightly covered, you have already lost your oxygen source.

So, in just 30 seconds, the Japanese sentry who struggled desperately became a salted fish, the kind that stinks.

After losing control of the muscles, feces and urine burst out, which is one of the typical characteristics of death.

Soon, Tang Dao killed one group and knocked out two Japanese soldiers in another group with a heavy blow. Su Huikai, who was following behind, took Yang Xiaoshan and took the two Japanese soldiers who were foaming at the mouth back to the tunnel like he had carried a gun before.

This made Leng Feng, who was sitting in the rear, want to complain again. I don’t lack Japanese guns or Japanese here.

However, thinking that he might be able to get something useful out of the Japanese, Lieutenant Leng still did it himself, tied up the two Japanese soldiers who were knocked unconscious by the big fist into a meat dumpling, and stuffed two large pieces of smelly socks into their mouths.

The original socks of Li Jiujin, the second platoon leader.

When the cautious veteran took off his clothes with a smile, more than half of the soldiers at the tunnel entrance held their breath.

This should be the legendary sauce-flavored type!

Lei Xiong also successfully dealt with another group with the help of two burly soldiers.

A baggage team with more than 100 soldiers sent out a total of three groups of six sentinels, one group inside the building and two groups outside the building. Even in their rear, it was an extremely stupid decision, so they will pay for their stupidity, and the price is their lives.

With Leng Feng's order, everyone rushed to their goals according to the plan.

A dark night pig-killing meeting began.

However, killing people is not killing pigs after all. Even if there are really 100 pigs placed for you to kill, it is not that easy.

It turns out that even those who enter the killing field are excellent soldiers who can kill more than ten people with rifles and machine guns, but killing people with bayonets and bullets are two completely different feelings.

Especially when you stab the human heart with a knife, you need to cover the enemy's mouth with your hand to prevent him from making a sound, and the warm and slippery blood is surging in your palm. The human body is like a chicken with its neck cut off, wanting to flutter desperately. You have to use your body to hold it down and feel the last struggle of life. It really requires enough courage.

Not everyone can become a qualified butcher. Even if you can roar and stab the bayonet into the enemy's chest when facing each other, it is a life-and-death struggle, not a near-personal experience of the enemy's body slowly stopping trembling and then repeating it.

For a person whose psychology is not distorted, that feeling really requires incredibly tough nerves to keep from collapsing.

Even butchers will turn a blind eye to the wailing of pigs and sheep over a long period of time.

But this is obviously not what these veterans are good at.

So, just two minutes later, the hands of the soldiers covering the mouths and noses of the Japanese soldiers loosened slightly, and the painful howling of the Japanese soldiers cut through the night sky.

The Japanese soldiers were awakened.

But waking up does not mean the end of the nightmare, or rather, that is the real beginning of the nightmare.

They may envy those companions who were slaughtered in their sleep without knowing anything, and died in their sleep, how beautiful.

Unlike them, they have to accept the destruction of their souls before they die.

The Chinese with malicious and hideous faces holding rifles like from hell are not the biggest source of fear.

Even under the order of their superiors, a row of bayonets stabbed like a straw man, and blood suddenly appeared, and the terrible howling was like entering a pig slaughterhouse.

That is not scary, what is scary is that when they subconsciously ran to the place where they put the gun before falling asleep.

Where is the gun?

Where is my gun?

......

A group of men without guns, crying in the cold wind, like a group of quails facing a flock of eagles.

This is not fair!

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