Rise From Eight Hundred

No matter how frightened and sad the Japanese army was.

The bright bayonets and the thick murderous aura under the moonlight were what they had to face.

Most of the Japanese soldiers chose to fight to the bitter end. Some howled and bravely rushed towards the cold light, using their bodies as shields. The moment the bayonets penetrated deeply into their bodies, they held their rifles tightly with both hands. Only in this way, his colleagues with bare hands might have the opportunity to snatch the rifles and launch a counterattack against the current enemy.

In such a difficult situation, a group of second-line baggage soldiers could have such a choice, which shows the high level of training and strict military discipline of the Japanese army.

Of course, this is not all. Some Japanese soldiers chose to give up. Those in the building ran outside the building, and those outside the building ran into the ruins, trying to escape from the bloody battlefield.

There were also a few worse ones. After finding that the Chinese were killing them with every knife, and stabbed all those who tried to resist to death on the spot, they simply knelt down and raised their hands to surrender.

But no matter which choice they made, they were greeted by the cold light of bayonets illuminated by the moonlight. All the Chinese soldiers who participated in the war received only one military order before entering the battlefield: "Kill all those wearing yellow uniforms, no matter who they are!"

As long as they want to live, they must kill all the enemies here, and no gunshots or explosions can be made.

This was originally an impossible task. Under the mysterious boss's ecstasy and the careful deployment arrangements beforehand, although there were some minor mistakes, it was miraculously close to completion.

If it weren't for the second lieutenant squad leader who fell asleep in the ordinary Japanese army, he pulled out his bastard box and shot Leng Feng who was rushing towards him fiercely.

The Nanbu 14 pistol, which was famous for its love card shell in the Chinese battlefield, miraculously favored Lieutenant Hashimoto Taro on this night, and his gun fired.

The sound of the gunshot directly sank the heart of Tang Dao, who was patrolling the battlefield outside the building to prevent any fish from slipping through the net.

He had to make a choice, to leave before the Japanese army, which was startled by the gunfire, arrived one kilometer away, or to go back to the tunnel and continue hiding.

But no matter which choice he made, the probability of failure was more than 95%.

The Japanese army that came to search found that one of their baggage teams was wiped out, and they would definitely send people to search the area. The wolf-blue dogs that were hybridized on the Japanese island had a very strong sense of smell.

And all the people involved in the battle were already stained with a strong smell of blood, and it was almost impossible to escape the tracking of the wolfhounds.

Fortunately, the sound of the Nanbu 14 pistol was not as sharp as the 38 rifle, and it was silent after only one shot. I don’t know if it can be heard by the Japanese army stationed one kilometer away.

As for the concessions a few hundred meters away, I believe that even if they heard gunshots and people screaming, they would not pay too much attention at night.

After all, this is a battlefield.

Tang Dao calmed down quickly and ordered the second squad leader Su Huikai, who was with him outside the building to block the fleeing Japanese army, to lead Yang Xiaoshan and others to sneak to 800 meters away to set up a guard post. If they saw signs of a large Japanese army heading this way, they should send someone back to report to him immediately.

The rest of the people did not need to return, but evacuated directly on the spot. If there was a chance, they would sneak into the concession. Even if they were detained by the concession, I believe that the high-level officials in the concession would do their best to rescue them. This was the only thing Tang Dao could do for them.

Su Huikai and the other five hesitated for a few seconds before leaving. But seeing their determined eyes when they left, Tang Dao knew that what he had just said was probably in vain. The probability of them leaving alone would not exceed 10%.

Inside the building, Hashimoto Taro's gun fired, but he did not hit the target in a panic.

Or it was because his opponent was stronger than he expected.

Leng Feng is not as good as the king of single soldiers trained by the Chinese army with special means after summarizing nearly a hundred years of combat experience, nor is he as good as Lei Xiong who has a foundation in national martial arts, but he has survived dozens of battles with the combat style of "leading the troops in battle", and it is not just luck.

Once he enters the combat state, his nerve reaction is 0.01 seconds faster than that of ordinary people. Don't underestimate this 0.01 second, it may save your life at a critical moment.

So, at the moment when Hashimoto Taro pulled the trigger, Leng Feng instinctively turned his body to the side, and the bullet passed through his chest at high speed, and a hole was punched in the military uniform on his shoulder.

Leng Feng, who was frightened and sweating, had red eyes. He was not afraid that he was almost hit by a Japanese officer hidden in the ordinary Japanese army sequence, but, like Tang Dao, what if he alarmed the Japanese army one kilometer away?

He must not let the Japanese officer have time to fire a second shot, which should be the only thought in Leng Feng's mind at that moment.

The Type 38 bayonet in his hand was raised with Leng Feng's arm, which was still sideways. Like a startling flash, it stabbed Hashimoto Taro in the chest with a "puff".

The severe pain in his chest made Hashimoto Taro subconsciously let go of the pistol and covered his chest with both hands. Then he saw the big man gritting his teeth and puffing his cheeks with a very ferocious face rushing towards him.

I didn't hit him, but he stabbed me. Why is he still so angry?

Hashimoto Taro can become the leader of a team. His brain is obviously more flexible than most of the Japanese soldiers here.

In that instant, he actually figured out why Leng Feng was so angry.

Because of his gun, the Chinese have not fired until now. They must be afraid of alarming the other imperial garrisons not far from here.

Hashimoto Taro felt extremely regretful after thinking this through. If he had not dropped his gun and fired several more shots in succession, the Chinese who came to attack them would have been extremely desperate. Even if they could really kill their entire baggage squad, they would definitely not be able to escape the encirclement and suppression of the main infantry force.

Unfortunately, his gun was lost, and it was too late to regret it, and the enemy had already rushed over.

Hashimoto Taro was brave enough. He knew that he was doomed to die. He didn't care about the fatal injury in his chest. Instead, he roared and took Leng Feng's punch on the head. His nose was bleeding and even two front teeth were knocked out. However, it did not change the determination of the Japanese second lieutenant to brazenly stretch out his arms to hug Leng Feng's thick waist.

He believed that as long as he delayed the opponent for two seconds, the Taicang Sergeant who was following him would definitely pick up the stone in his hand and hit the Chinese soldier on the head.

In that case, even if he couldn't avenge the whole team, as long as he could kill this powerful enemy, the Chinese would definitely be heartbroken for a long time!

An extremely correct tactical choice.

If Leng Feng, the third-ranked figure, was really severely injured, the Chinese infantry company that was slaughtering the Japanese army everywhere would definitely be heartbroken and unable to breathe.

The full potential that erupted when a person was on the verge of death was undoubtedly terrifying. Hashimoto Taro's arms were like a pair of large iron pliers, tightly holding Leng Feng's waist. Even though Leng Feng kneeled on the handle of the Type 38 bayonet and thrust the bayonet deeper into the body of the Japanese second lieutenant, with the bright tip of the knife sticking out of his back for nearly ten centimeters, he still spit out blood and did not let go.

Hashimoto Taro could feel the anger of the Chinese soldier who was hitting him crazily, but he could not feel his panic, and subconsciously looked to the side.

There, there was his fellow countryman from the same county, who was also his best friend. The reason why he did not enjoy the privilege of sleeping alone as a captain at night was that he recalled his hometown with this sergeant until he fell asleep.

Despair enveloped his eyes that were once full of hope.