Rise From Eight Hundred

The wilderness in the distance was pitch black.

The eyes of the crow staring towards the direction of Jinshan County were like black holes.

All hope was swallowed by despair.

He didn't think he would see the stars again.

The father of the girl had promised him that he would marry his daughter to him as long as he took 20 taels of gold as a gift.

His world had light from then on, and he was full of fighting spirit. He believed that he could see her smile again.

He tried his best and finally saved enough 20 days ago.

However, the Japanese came, Songjiang was under martial law, and he couldn't leave.

Now, all this is gone.

Gone!

There were no tears in the crow's black pupils, only a faint red.

If it weren't for the two familiar brothers in the platoon who knew his pain and pulled him tightly, he would definitely go to Jinshan now and fight the Japanese. Even if he died, he had to die closer to her.

Standing in front of the 2000 security regiment officers and soldiers, Tang Dao quickly discovered the abnormality of the second lieutenant of the security regiment in the team.

Tang Dao's intuition told him that this second lieutenant who lost his composure must have relatives in Jinshan.

Crow himself may not have noticed that his face had been twisted and deformed because of the pain, and it was so hideous that it made people shudder.

"Second Lieutenant, I don't want to ask you who you lost, but I know you want to vent at this moment. I'll give you three minutes to sort yourself out. If you are still a man, come back in three minutes and I'll tell you how to kill the Japanese." Tang Dao walked in front of Crow and stared at Crow, who was almost unconscious in pain, with a cold look.

"You have to believe that an old soldier who has lost his brothers countless times on the battlefield of Songhu wants to sleep in the dark. The best way is to kill the Japanese. Kill one, and you will feel better until you die."

"Ah!!!!" 'Crow' rushed out of the queue, knelt in the thick night where no one could see him, and howled loudly.

It was like a lone wolf who had lost his partner.

He cursed with tears, cursing God.

This thief God took away his parents and loved ones when he was young. He could only cry, but he couldn't find anyone to take revenge.

Now, the thief God sent the devil soldiers to kill his future wife, making him lose interest in life. Then he would fight back. Kill! Kill! Kill them.

After kneeling in the dark wilderness for only one minute, the blood-red crow returned to the team much faster than Tang Dao imagined.

Tang Dao knew that these officers and soldiers of the Songjiang Security Corps had no other specialties compared with the Japanese army except for the advantage of being familiar with the terrain.

If they fought the Japanese army with their blood and courage, they would probably be killed by the Japanese army with more strict individual tactics and battlefield discipline in less than two hours.

Individual tactics could no longer be improved, so they would use their familiarity with the terrain to the extreme.

They would be scattered in the residential areas like sand, hiding in those residential areas and alleys in infantry squads or even groups of two or three people to shoot the cold guns of the devils.

They can shoot at the Japanese in those houses, at a distance of more than ten meters, and the difference between good and bad marksmanship is not that big.

You have to fight for every living room and bedroom, or you can fire a few shots according to the battlefield situation, throw two grenades and run away, and when the Japanese can't find you, you can show up and shoot him twice.

To put it bluntly, there are no fixed positions in the outer city area, but there are positions everywhere.

Tang Dao uses this kind of mobile warfare and defensive warfare to fully utilize the advantages of Songjiang Security Corps' familiarity with the terrain.

At least for the soldiers of Songjiang Security Corps who were originally confused about how to fight the Japanese, Tang Dao's in-depth and easy-to-understand explanation of the essence of street fighting gave them a relatively clear understanding of the battle mode they were about to carry out.

Of course, letting the soldiers of Songjiang Security Corps know how to fight street battles and how to kill the Japanese, and even bringing them a lot of materials for making Molotov cocktails, is just one of the reasons why Tang Dao came here.

The biggest purpose of Tang Dao's visit is to make these guys realize their situation.

No matter how good the tactics and weapons are, they still need people to use them. If these ruffians who are almost the official "evil forces" dare to bully the weak and fear the strong, even if they are given a submachine gun, it will be useless for Tang Dao to give them half a year of tactics lessons.

So, after saying everything that should be said, Tang Dao, on behalf of the Songjiang Command, gave these guys an order. It's not that they can't retreat, but they must hold the Japanese for six hours on their positions, no matter what method they use, whether it's fighting them head-on or playing hide-and-seek with them, and hold the Japanese outside the city for six hours. Otherwise

Tang Dao didn't say anything cruel, but told them that there was explosives buried five meters below the only passage for them to return to the city. If they collapsed in advance and the Japanese army directly attacked the city, the passage would be blown up.

In other words, if you don't complete the military order, don't even think about returning to the city, and no one will care about your life or death.

Fighting the Japanese means death, and not fighting also means death. The only way to survive is to delay for the six hours mentioned by Tang Dao and return to the city under the cover of the firepower points in the city. The officers and soldiers of the security regiment basically have no third option, so it is easy for them to make the final choice.

The soldiers of the security corps who were forced into a desperate situation could only be forced to burst out their potential. If they fought in other places, no matter how much they burst out their small universe, they would be beaten to death by the Japanese army that could continuously invest troops. But in Songjiang where they have lived for more than 20 years, the ruffians who can touch the widow's door with their eyes closed are really not too cowardly.

Do you think that stealing chickens and dogs can be done by anyone? That requires extremely familiarity with the terrain, and you can slip away before the owner can react, okay?

Didn't the battle last night already beat the Japanese army to a state of confusion, including those killed by mortars, leaving a full infantry squadron of Japanese soldiers.

The 114th Division was beaten like that at night, will it be much better if the Kunisaki Detachment comes?

We have to fight to know.

Anyway, now, although the Japanese troops of Kunisaki Detachment were very vigilant, they never expected that in the shops and houses on both sides of the street they had searched and looted, and even in the grocery store occupied by two Japanese corporals, there were soldiers from the Songjiang Security Corps who were staring at them.

Crow hid behind the door of an inconspicuous room in the shop on the first floor. It was a room, but it was actually a passage for transporting goods.

Thirty meters behind was the waterway. After unloading at the small dock, the workers carried the goods to the shop along this passage. It was usually locked. After firing here, he could jump into the waterway to escape or jump into the back door of another shop in the shortest time. Unless the Japanese troops could fill up the entire 200-meter radius, the Japanese would never find him.

Crow, whose chest was filled with anger, was not afraid of death, but did not want to die so soon. He had to live a little longer and kill a few more devils to avenge her.

He was waiting for the sound of gunfire from his brother who was sent to the highest point in the area to take the order. As soon as the gunfire sounded, he could use the Mauser pistol with the safety off to shoot the two Japanese soldiers who were only a few meters away from him into sieves.

The soldiers of the security regiment were ruffians, but they were definitely not stupid. Since they had entered the hunting ground, and they were hunting beasts that could easily hurt people, they had to survive while ensuring the hunting of prey.

He didn't wait too long. A minute later, "Bang!" A crisp gunshot sounded on the street. A Japanese soldier who was carrying a package and was talking and laughing with his companions because of his rich gains, immediately burst into a blood flower on his chest, and then fell to the ground with a scream.

Perhaps because the shooting distance was too close, the round-headed bullet of the Hanyang rifle did not roll and deform to open a big hole in the chest of the Japanese soldier, but directly shot through his lung lobe and disappeared.

For a while, the Japanese soldiers who were shot could not die, and they screamed and rolled on the ground to struggle for their lives, making the seemingly quiet street a little gloomy.