Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 2 Veteran Youzi

In the two hours before evening, although Tang Dao did not move his body, he had observed the environment around Sihang Warehouse very clearly. He had even determined the route that the Japanese army would attack tomorrow.

 Until night comes.

Under the moonlight, Tang Dao watched from a distance as the thin commander directed the soldiers to file into the Sihang Warehouse. He also directed the soldiers to lay mines in the ruins outside the warehouse and set up sandbags at the entrance of the warehouse. Build fortifications.

 Until, they sent out scouts to conduct reconnaissance into the surrounding ruins.

Tang Dao took a deep breath. He knew that the opportunity to get close to them had finally come.

Tang Dao knew very well that even if he was wearing the uniform of the 26th Division of the Sichuan Army, if he just ran out and asked to join, the only result would be that he would be treated as a deserter and executed on the spot.

The reason is very simple. A soldier who remains intact on the battlefield without retreating can only desert or surrender.

Possessing a full set of German weapons and equipment, it is known as China's most elite infantry division with the highest military discipline. At this point in time, who can you expect to bother to verify your origins?

 It's easiest to kill him with one shot.

The rustling footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Tang Dao still maintained his posture until a gun was pressed against the back of his head.

A rough voice sounded: "What a coward, are you pretending to be dead and pretending to be addicted? Get up now, or I'll give you a shot so you don't have to bother pretending anymore."

Tang Dao didn't move at all until the barrel of the gun stabbed him mercilessly, pressing his face to the ground, and then he slowly raised his hands.

A rude laughter sounded from behind: "What's going on? Xiaoshanzi, I just said that this coward is pretending to be dead!"

“Brother Jiujin, how did you tell?” Another younger voice asked curiously.

“If you want to survive on a **** battlefield, you have to read more and use your brain.” The rough voice said with a slightly contented and instructive tone:

“Look at this coward, even though he was ruthless and lay motionless in the mud, he was actually doing it behind his back. What does that mean?”

"Does it mean that he subconsciously chooses where to do it when lying down?" The young voice was a little unsure of his answer?

 “That’s just one of them.” The rough voice replied. "The most important thing is to show that he has body temperature."

“I understand, he dried those clothes.” The young voice suddenly understood.

The barrel of the gun behind Tang Dao's neck moved slightly back, which was a signal for Tang Dao to stand up.

Still holding his hands up, Tang Dao slowly got up and turned around.

A short veteran wearing a steel helmet, with a thin face but a fierce look on his face, was looking at him with disdain. Next to him stood a young soldier in his 20s with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who looked a bit honest.

Judging from the ranks on their collar insignias, the soldiers who were close to 30 years old were just sergeants and were obviously veterans.

But based on what he just said, his observation and judgment skills are not weak. I think this is one of the reasons why he was able to survive the continuous battle in Songhu.

 And the young soldiers around 20 years old are already superior soldiers, only two ranks lower than the veteran Youzi, so they are obviously more recognized by their superiors.

Two guns were pointed at Tang Dao, but both of them were not very tall. They were half a head shorter than Tang Dao, who was 1.8 meters tall. When Tang Dao raised his hands, he was even more powerful than the two of them.

"You've grown so big, you're a coward!" Veteran Youzi obviously felt the pressure in front of Tang Dao's taller figure than ordinary people of this era, and he cursed with a slight tilt of his mouth.

 “Take me to see your Commander Xie!” Tang Dao got straight to the point.

"You're such a toad, you're yawning loudly! You actually want to see our regimental deputy?" The veteran was extremely disdainful at first, then suddenly his face tightened, and he straightened the muzzle of the gun that was already slightly lowered.

"Who are you? How do you know that our commander's surname is Xie?" The 1st Battalion of the 524th Regiment was ordered to garrison the Sihang Warehouse. This was a secret military operation. Not to mention that the Japanese who were still advancing towards Songhu City did not know that the people in the concession opposite Westerners don't know that even all the officers and soldiers of the 1st Battalion didn't know what they were going to do until they entered the Sihang Warehouse 20 minutes ago.

But it was strange that the coward in front of him who had been hiding in the ruins pretending to be a dead body actually knew the surname of his highest officer. The veteran, who was fairly thoughtful, didn't have his hair explode like a cat whose tail had been stepped on at this moment.

However, his reaction was obviously a little slow. The moment he raised the muzzle of the gun, Tang Dao's hanging left hand reached out like lightning. While tilting the muzzle, he stepped in. The fingers of his left hand were actually on Lao Lao Youzi. The moment he was about to pull the trigger decisively, he inserted the trigger so that he could no longer pull it.

This was not the real reason that made Old Soldier Youzi suddenly freeze up, but that a sharp wooden stick was suddenly pressed against his chin, and the other end was naturally in the hands of the young man he called a coward.

The whole process was described in a very complicated manner, but in fact it never lasted more than a second. It was not until this moment that the superior soldier on the side reacted.

 “How dare you!” the superior soldier roared angrily, pointing the flat end of his rifle at Tang Dao, who had already jumped into the arms of veteran Youzi.

Tang Dao didn't seem to see him, but looked at the veteran Youzi whose face changed drastically. He grinned slightly, showing a mouth full of white teeth. With his dark but handsome face, he looked very sunny, and his tone was also bright. Extremely gentle:

“Guess, before his shot penetrates both of us, can I pierce this piece of wood through your relatively tender skin?”

 At that moment, Veteran Youzi was so frightened that his hair stood on end.

There was no need to guess, he knew that the sharpened tree stick could not only easily pierce the chin, but also penetrate the brain without any hindrance.

 The head is protected by a hard Heavenly Spirit Cap, but there are no such things growing inside.

Although the young man was smiling, relying on the intuition he had developed after more than ten years in the army, veteran Youzi was sure that he would definitely do this before the gun fired.

Perhaps, he will die, but his death will definitely be worse.

Especially when he thought that his brain would be turned into a paste by a wooden stick, sweat dripped from Lao Lao Youzi's face.

Then, the next moment, I saw that "coward" Shi Shiran threw away the wooden stick, took his hand away from the trigger, stepped back and stood in front of the muzzle of his gun, and looked at the upper class soldier with the smile on his face undiminished:

 “Soldier, you forgot to turn on your insurance!”

 This is a madman!

 This is no longer self-confidence, but arrogance.

 He was so arrogant that he thought he could still kill the enemy the moment he pulled the trigger.

 But the scary thing is that veteran Youzi’s intuition told him that he could do it.

Even though he is now less than half a meter away from the muzzle of his own gun, even if he has nothing in his hand.

Looking at the man wearing a Sichuan Army uniform opposite, veteran Youzi's hand holding the gun was still very steady, but perhaps only he knew that the palm of his hand was already covered with greasy sweat stains, which was when he faced the Japanese 200-caliber in the trench. No naval gun has ever shown such a physical expression of fear.

"Now, we can have a good talk!" Tang Dao looked calm.

"You may still suspect that I am a deserter, but there is no need to doubt that I am a Japanese pretending to be a turtle. Laozi's Japanese can learn the Northeastern dialect, and the Japanese immortal can imitate my Sichuanese's chatty!"

Veteran Youzi and the superior soldier's faces twitched slightly, not because of Tang Dao's sudden familiar Sichuan voice, but because Te Liang's reasons seemed to be irrefutable.

 The muzzles of the two men lowered their guns subconsciously.

 (End of this chapter)