Rise From Eight Hundred

The fellow countryman in the sight of the Japanese lieutenant did not raise the stone in his hand as he imagined.

It was not because he was not brave enough.

But he had no chance.

A bayonet stabbed directly into his body like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue from the side. The familiar yet extremely unfamiliar loud scream made Hashimoto Taro dare not believe that it was Sergeant Taicang who was known to have killed the most Chinese in the squadron.

As a sergeant in the baggage regiment directly under the 16th Division, Hashimoto Taro was stationed in Northeast China for a year when he was a sergeant.

That was not a year of muddling around. The resistance of the Chinese in Northeast China never stopped, and the battle of the Kwantung Army to eliminate the Chinese resistance army never stopped.

Although he did not go to the front line to fight with the Chinese, the task of eliminating the Chinese mountain villages that supported the Chinese resistance army was still carried out, and Taicang Iguchi was the sharpest knife in his squadron. At least a dozen Chinese civilians died under his bayonet.

Why did such a brave and even cruel soldier scream so loudly?

Soon, he knew the answer.

"Since you are so brave, let me show you your so-called bravery." Leng Feng, who had stopped beating him, stretched out his hand, grabbed his hair, lifted his head and turned it towards his friend, cruelly letting him watch how his friend was killed.

The bayonet of the Chinese soldier did not pierce the chest, but pierced diagonally upwards from the ribs. As the Chinese soldier's wrist turned violently, the bayonet and ribs rubbed against each other and made an unforgettable sound.

That was not only the sound of death, but also torture, the torture before death.

It really hurts!

This scene reminded Hashimoto Taro of how Taicang Iguchi killed the Chinese boy who dared to spit at them in front of the villagers of that mountain village several years ago.

He stabbed him one by one, and the boy, who was 13 or 14 years old, rolled on the ground in pain. Then he stepped on his head and stabbed again. If he didn't die, he stabbed again.

The boy kept calling for his mother, but was drowned by his laughter until he died.

The Chinese people cried collectively, but no one dared to step forward, because there were two machine guns and dozens of rifles in front of them. If they dared to move, the whole village would be killed.

But now, this scene miraculously reappeared, except that the killer and the killed were swapped. The person who once killed was being repaid with the same or even more cruel methods, and the audience was still him.

The soldier who stabbed into the body of the Japanese soldier was called Gu Xishui. He was one of the twelve soldiers who participated in the hand-to-hand combat with Tang Dao Leng Feng and returned intact.

Unlike most soldiers who joined the army out of livelihood, Gu Xishui's family was wealthy. In the words of the future, he was a typical second-generation rich. Just by listening to his poetic name, you can know his family background and education.

In the year of September 18, Gu Xishui was sent to Jinling by his family to study. For the first time, the rich kid who used to dislike studying saw from his teachers and classmates how they cried for the loss of Northeast China, and for the first time he had the concept of family, country and the world.

Two years later, the Rehe War broke out. The 17-year-old boy had blue hair on his lips. He also had more thoughts about the country and the nation because he received the most advanced education.

A year later, the young man who graduated from school successfully passed the Jinling University, the highest institution of learning in China at that time. However, the 88th Division of the Imperial Guards also recruited soldiers at the same time. Gu Xishui, who felt that only the gun could save China and the pen could not save China, made an incredible decision not to go to college and join the army.

All this was hidden from his parents. When his parents knew about it, it was already the second year of Gu Xishui's enlistment. The matter was settled.

In theory, Gu Xishui was a good material for being a soldier because he was smart, hardworking, and knowledgeable. Even if such a soldier had not attended a military academy, it would be no problem for him to be promoted to a sergeant in three years.

But Gu Xishui, who entered the military camp right after graduating from school, had the same common problem as most passionate young people: he was too idealistic.

Seeing some officers in the army being corrupt and withholding, he couldn't help but complain privately. His battalion commander happened to hear it and directly sent him to the supplementary regiment. It was not until the early stage of the Battle of Songhu that he was added to Leng Feng's command because the 88th Division urgently needed to replenish troops. His rank was only a private first class according to his military service.

The experience of staying in the supplementary regiment for more than two years has made the edges of the once passionate young man polished away, but it has not crushed his passion and fighting spirit.

After joining the front-line troops and fighting a few battles, no one dared to look down on Gu Xishui, a second-line private first class from the supplementary regiment.

His shooting and stabbing are both top choices. The fact that he survived the brutal hand-to-hand combat a few days ago has proved his strength.

Gu Xishui knew that his operation just now would undoubtedly hurt the bayonet blade.

His squad leader took advantage of the interval between battles to tell him how to avoid hard bones and pierce soft muscle tissue if he encountered a hand-to-hand combat, so that he could kill the opponent better and avoid the bayonet blade from rolling.

The performance of the Zhongzheng rifle is good, but the steel of the bayonet is far inferior to the opponent's Type 38 bayonet, and the Japanese army likes to wrap thick thousand-man needles or protective gear on the waist and abdomen. If the tip of the blade is bent, the price to pay is his life.

But he wanted to be so willful today.

First, because the battle is coming to an end, second, he is using the opponent's Type 38 bayonet with excellent steel, and third, more important, he wants to seek justice for his squad leader.

The old soldier who taught him how to save his life on the battlefield died a month ago.

It was a dark battle. The Japanese charged countless times, and they repelled the Japanese attacks countless times until Captain Shangguan Yun issued a signal to retreat to the second-line trenches.

His infantry squad of twelve people, except for the five who died in that battle, basically all came back, but the veteran squad leader did not come back. He stayed to shoot an empty magazine at the Japanese.

There was no way. In such a tense battlefield, even if they were to retreat, they could not run back in a swarm, which would cause a rout. Someone had to suppress the Japanese attack to give the main force of the retreat time.

After the veteran completed the mission, he could have returned under the cover of his own people who had stabilized their positions and started shooting again, but a damn grenade exploded next to him and broke one of his legs.

He wanted to crawl back to the position. Gu Xishui dared to guarantee that he saw it, and saw that his squad leader was still crawling.

But the Japanese came too fast. They rushed into the first-line trenches and found the veteran who was still crawling not far away.

The Japanese army could have shot and killed their enemies. When the two armies fought, it was either you or I. The Chinese soldiers found that such Japanese army would do the same.

But the Japanese army did not, probably because they suffered too much loss in the attack that day, so they chose the most cruel way.

First, they shot and broke the old soldier's arm and lost all his combat effectiveness. Then they rushed over three or four people, held down the old soldier who was struggling desperately, disarmed him, and threw his grenades and bullet belt into the trench.

Then, they used five rifles to penetrate his body, and no matter how painfully he twisted, they just lifted him up like a flag of victory, demonstrating to the Chinese soldiers more than 200 meters away.

Until a few minutes later, the only intact left hand of the old soldier who had bled out fell down.

Gu Xishui will never forget that scene. The old soldier waved his hand in the direction of himself and others, signaling them not to look.

What a cruel scene it was, so cruel that when Gu Xishui dreamed of the old soldier squad leader at night, he only saw his waving palm, but could not see his face.

He swore that one day, he would return the knife that the Japanese invaders had used on the squad leader, and treat cruelty with more cruelty.

In a defensive battle, he could only shoot empty bullets desperately;

In a hand-to-hand fight, a knife would decide life and death, and he had no chance.

But now, the opportunity has come.

Therefore, Gu Xishui deliberately avoided the vital part of the chest and chose the ribs of the Japanese army, which were the strongest. He stabbed from bottom to top with full strength.

The bayonet touched the hard bones, but it could not stop the bayonet of a 20-year-old boy with full strength. The bayonet was inserted diagonally into the chest of the Japanese sergeant. Gu Xishui could clearly hear the sound of the bayonet rubbing against the bones, and he felt very happy.

However, this was not enough.

When most of the bayonet blade was immersed in the chest of the Japanese sergeant, Gu Xishui twisted it with full strength, breaking several more ribs of the Japanese army, and the sharp bayonet even mixed the soft internal organs in the Japanese army's chest into a ball.

"Damn it, does it hurt?" Gu Xishui asked.

Although he knew that the short guy opposite him must be in pain, he certainly couldn't understand.

"Kill me! Kill me!" Hashimoto Taro's eyes were red, and he tried hard not to look at such a cruel scene, but the strong hand just fixed his head like this, and his strength was getting weaker and weaker. Even if he roared with all his strength, there was not much movement.

"Haha, do you want to die?" Leng Feng, who was also a bit violent because of the loss of his younger brother, sneered. "That's very simple!"

He pulled out the knife from Hashimoto Taro's chest with his left hand, and blood spurted out. Hashimoto Taro's legs softened and he knelt down directly.

Then, the knife flashed, and Leng Feng stabbed Hashimoto Taro's face with a knife.

The last picture that flashed in the mind of the Japanese lieutenant was that the cruel Chinese soldier exerted force violently, and the blade cut a big hole from the ribs to the abdomen, and all kinds of strange organs rushed out one after another. There was a feeling of the world being so big, I want to see it.

Two good friends went to their Amaterasu to drink tea almost at the same time.

Leng Feng and Gu Xishui not only did not feel disgusted by the bloody scene they caused, but they even breathed a sigh of relief after looking at each other. To treat cruel enemies, only by being more cruel than them can they remove their respective demons.

This is war, which makes death more cruel and makes people cruel.

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PS: My computer broke down today, and I couldn't log in to the backend of Qidian. After tinkering with it for almost an hour, I can finally update it. Today is Children's Day. I wish all the children of Fengyue a happy holiday. Also, it's Children's Day, shouldn't I give Fengyue some votes? Monthly votes, recommendation votes, you can have them.