Rise From Eight Hundred

The movement in the house attracted the attention of the Japanese captain who was waiting outside.

However, when the Japanese captain thought about it again and again and broke into the door, he saw a scene that made him tear his eyes out.

The corporal who was still terrified and timid in front of him just now actually held the colonel with blood on his face in his hands, and the sharp command knife that should have belonged to the colonel was placed across the colonel's fragile neck.

Although the colonel's face was already gushing with blood and he could not be recognized, the short and slender figure was someone that the Japanese captain would never mistake.

Otherwise, who could carry a living person weighing more than 100 kilograms in front of him like a firewood stick? Only the colonel who weighed barely 100 kilograms would give this corporal such an opportunity!

"Baga! Bastard, what do you want to do? Hurry up and put the colonel down." The captain was shocked and angry, and obviously had not fully reacted.

He instinctively thought that the colonel was angry and asked the private to commit suicide to apologize, and the frightened private simply fought to the death and came to bite his master.

This phenomenon is not uncommon in the Japanese army. There was an extreme case in Kyoto where a new recruit who was bullied by the old soldiers to the point of collapse, picked up a machine gun and killed all the old soldiers who bullied him, from the squad leader to the sergeant.

"Colonel, look at your subordinates, they are all so stupid. Do you think it is unfair for you to end up like this?" Tang Dao smiled, turned his wrist, and frivolously patted the swollen face of the Japanese colonel in his hand with the back of the narrow command knife.

The original red on Hashimoto Xingoro's face became a little deeper, and he closed his eyes in pain.

He was not in pain because of the slow reaction of his squadron leader, but the feeling of being held in someone's hand like a cabbage and slapped on the face by the back of the knife. Really, even if he could survive, he didn't want to live.

It's too humiliating!

"Chinese?" The Japanese captain made the same exclamation as his superior, and then quickly pulled out his Type 14 Nambu pistol and aimed at Tang Dao.

"Captain, I advise you not to do such a stupid thing!" Tang Dao was not panicked at all, and pressed the blade against the neck of the Japanese colonel again.

"There are only you, me and this colonel here. You know the power of the Type 14 Nambu pistol in your hand. I may not die if I get shot, but your superior will definitely die. Moreover, more importantly, everyone knows that you let me in, but I killed the first-line colonel commander of your Sixth Division. Now, are you killing people to silence them? Who ordered you to do it? Let me guess, it was the infantry battalion commander who was qualified to be promoted to colonel commander?"

"Baga! You are talking nonsense!" The Japanese captain was almost mad at Tang Dao's nonsense, but he didn't dare to pull the trigger at all.

He knew that the words of the Chinese-disguised corporal on the opposite side were 99% nonsense, but one thing was true.

That sharp command knife could have cut the colonel's neck before he fired and killed the Chinese.

The cut aorta could drain 60% of the blood in the body within two minutes. Not to mention that this was a battlefield, even in a field hospital, no one could stop the colonel from rushing to see Amaterasu.

"I'm just talking about what the Japanese military police who will be responsible for examining you after your death think." Tang Dao's expression remained unchanged. "Perhaps, in normal times, you would at most be charged with incompetent protection of your superior, and at worst you would be expelled from the army and go home to farm. But now, it's not okay. The military police of your division need a scapegoat."

The posture of the Japanese army captain did not change, but his eyes were fixed on Tang Dao. He seemed to be unmoved by Tang Dao's nonsense, but in fact, Tang Dao could still read a huge question mark from it.

He was just short of asking "How many clean posts!"

This damn curiosity of human beings, even in such a severe situation.

"Because, your division commander is dead!" Tang Dao's next sentence was earth-shattering.

"Baga! You're talking nonsense! How could the division commander die?" The Japanese army captain shuddered with fear.

"There are always casualties in war, not to mention a mere lieutenant general of the army, even if they are generals and marshals, since they have chosen to come to the battlefield, they must be prepared to die in battle. Besides, your army generals have died on Chinese soil, haven't they?" Tang Dao curled his lips slightly, revealing a strong sense of sarcasm.

The army captain was powerless to refute.

Because the Japanese army did have a general-level unlucky guy who died in China, although he did not die on the front battlefield, but was assassinated at a celebration banquet due to excessive joy.

That was the "January 28 Incident" that also broke out in Songhu in 1932. The army general Shirakawa Yoshinori, who was appointed by the emperor to lead 50,000 troops to attack Songhu, was almost tied between the two sides but still had enough advantages in the negotiations. He felt good about himself and held a celebration party in Hongkou Park. Unfortunately, he was killed by a bomb thrown by an assassin. The Japanese army was ashamed.

What's more annoying is that the navy's grandsons used this to mock the army whenever they had nothing to do. You army's grandsons died of generals, oh yeah!

MMP! You navy will die sooner or later. The frustrated Japanese army can only hope silently in their hearts.

Of course, the army's wish came true.

In the next few years, one general each from the Japanese navy and army will die in China. One naval millipede was broken into eight pieces in a plane crash during an inspection, and the other army countryman insisted on flying in the sky instead of running on the ground, and was hit by the Chinese army's anti-aircraft artillery and the sky was filled with fireworks, and his body was never found.

The Japanese navy and army, which have always been in constant disputes, actually have to compete in this regard, which really makes the old emperor scratch his head.

"You may not believe what I said, but have your brigade headquarters sent fewer orders since night, and don't even use Hisao Tani's name to motivate you? Because they have no time to deal with you, how can you catch the murderer and report it to your superiors? Communication is their top priority," Tang Dao continued.

"You don't need to shrink your pupils. If you shrink hard, they will cramp. I was the one who killed your division leader. If you had caught or killed me three minutes ago, you would have been the hero of the Sixth Division, but now! After you let me in and kill your captain, you will be their ideal partner. As for the truth, do you think anyone will care?"

The Japanese Army Captain's eyes became a little wandering.

He clearly knew that this was a terrible opponent messing with his mind, but what he said could very well become the truth, if the division commander was really killed by him.

Once he shoots and kills this person, and this person wipes the colonel's neck with just a move of his hand, then the military police will definitely regard him as the number one suspect in the future. It would be strange for the brigade headquarters to be in a state of distress and find a treasure.

The Japanese captain who had figured out all this felt bitter. Who had he offended? To have caused such a big disaster was even more terrifying than dying on the battlefield. The whole family will probably be affected by this!

"Nonsense, you are talking nonsense! Ishibashi-kun, shoot and kill him!" Hashimoto Kingoro, who was holding Tang Dao in his hand, suddenly struggled and roared.

He could only struggle in vain, because no one except Tang Dao and himself knew what nightmare the Japanese commander had suffered in those few seconds.

His arms and legs were all broken by Tang Dao's fists and feet. It wasn't until just now that he realized that that person didn't want to torture him, but just wanted to control him.

Prevent the hostages from arrogant and causing trouble for him.

Hashimoto Kingoro didn't know what Tang Dao wanted to do by bewitching the squadron leader of his escort squadron, but he instinctively felt that there must be a conspiracy.

Anyway, he can't live anymore, at least he can't let this terrible Chinese get out alive. Hashimoto Kingoro, who can overcome the fear of death and human nature, has a somewhat heroic temperament at this moment.

"How can you talk so much when you are just a shield!" Tang Dao didn't care about the slightly trembling muzzle in front of him. The blade of the knife turned upwards, exerted a slight force, and directly cut out a piece of flesh on his chin, which was already only skin and flesh. "If you keep talking, believe it or not, I will cut off your little bitch and send it to your Japanese island for exhibition? Let the whole Japan know how unfortunate your lady is?"

Poison, too poisonous!

It's not that Tang Dao was too venomous, but that his move really hit the weak point of the Japanese colonel. That was the thin Japanese colonel who should not express pain to others, let alone the exhibition, even if he was seen by this squadron leader, Your Excellency Colonel will also feel that even if you die, there will be no place for your face.

Will the humiliated lady look at others in anger? See what's the difference in size?

When it comes to saving face, Easterners are all the same.

As for whether the Tang Dao will actually be made, it’s up to you!