Rise From Eight Hundred

Against the background of the torches held high by the surrounding soldiers, Tang Dao smiled brightly.

Although his face and body were stained with mud, water and blood, his figure was upright and his face was extremely clear-cut, especially his bright eyes that seemed to glow.

On such a battlefield, with his iron-blooded temperament and handsome appearance, Tang Dao is definitely the most handsome boy. Especially with this brilliant smile, let alone women, even men will fall in love with him. A feeling of shame arises.

However, for the Japanese soldiers who were forced at gunpoint, the brighter the smile of the most handsome boy in front of them, the more frightening they were.

In particular, Tang Dao, who had a bright face, pulled out a 38-type bayonet inserted into the strap of his trouser leg. The Japanese soldiers' curses in the field couldn't help but become quieter.

The Japanese sergeant who had cursed Tang Dao earlier had his legs shaking involuntarily.

Others didn't know it, but he knew it best. A cold murderous intention enveloped him, and the hair on his body stood up. He couldn't resist the coldness coming from the bottom of his heart.

The source of the murderous intention was the Chinese officer with an extremely bright smile.

The Japanese military sergeant knew better that he could feel the murderous intention not because of how sharp his intuition was, but because the person deliberately revealed it.

The Chinese officer wanted to scare him with his cold murderous intent and make him surrender!

But how is this possible?

Under the control of this kind of thinking, although the Japanese sergeant's legs shook involuntarily, he still stared at the Tang Dao with a smile on his face and drew the 38-style saber, resisting with his last will.

"Everyone, when the infantry of China and Japan engage in hand-to-hand combat, our Chinese army is often at a disadvantage. Insufficient training and physical fitness are two of the reasons. But what is the biggest reason?" Tang Dao lowered his head and looked at the dimming of the blade under the firelight. The dull 38-style bayonet said with a slight smile. "Do you know what it is?"

Although Tang Dao suddenly made a wild jump and asked about the gap between the Chinese and Japanese armies in hand-to-hand combat, seemingly no longer mentioning the scolding by the Japanese army that had just stirred up the crowd, the Japanese artillerymen fell silent one after another, and the last scolding also disappeared. .

After all, those who can stand here are those whose will to survive is higher than their mentality of dying for the empire.

To put it bluntly, I still want to live.

As for how to live, humble or not, that depends on what the Chinese want to do.

The behavior just now was just subconsciously done by a dozen impulsive personalities. Now, many of them have begun to regret it.

"It's a knife!" Tang Dao sighed slightly. "Let's just say this is the saber I captured from your army during the Battle of Sihang Warehouse! I have killed at least 20 infantrymen of your army. Some of them cut their necks, some of them stabbed their hearts. Not only the flesh, but I can feel it. The friction between the blade and the bone, but beyond my imagination, the blade curling phenomenon has not occurred yet. Tang really admires your country’s military manufacturing level!”

Listening to Tang Dao boasting about Japan's military manufacturing level, none of the Japanese present felt proud. Instead, they all felt an irresistible chill from the bottom of their hearts.

The man in front of me actually killed 20 imperial infantrymen with a sword. How many people must have died under his gun?

What's even more frightening is, what is he trying to do now by praising the material of the saber?

Soon, they found out.

"It's a pity that we are rivals. Although I admire you very much, Tang is still a little unconvinced. Is our country's industry really that far behind your country?" Tang Dao shook his head and sighed. "Perhaps it's because the bones of your infantrymen are not too hard, just like everyone here. Then I can only find someone with stronger bones and try again."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Dao's hand suddenly waved.

The whole place suddenly fell silent.

Both Chinese and Japanese soldiers were silent.

Including the Japanese sergeant who seemed to have a knife suddenly growing out of his forehead.

What frightened the Japanese army the most was not the precise technique of the Chinese officer who wanted to test the knife, but he stabbed the 38 bayonet into the person's head accurately from a distance of nearly ten meters.

Although such a master makes people feel numb, there are also people in the Japanese army who have practiced kendo since childhood. There are also rumors of the magical skill of flying across a space of ten or even tens of meters and cutting off the wings of flying birds.

To put it bluntly, the Japanese soldiers were not country bumpkins, they had seen the world, and Tang Dao's exquisite sword could not scare them.

But with a knife stuck in his head, the Japanese sergeant showed a somewhat dazed expression at the moment when everyone looked at him in fear, which made people feel goosebumps all over their bodies.

Seeing the fearful glances from the crowd, the Japanese military officer felt something in his heart and wanted to reach out and touch his forehead.

But, he couldn't move.

Because that knife had cut off the nerves that controlled his body.

Until this moment, the Japanese sergeant's eyes showed horror, but it only lasted for a fleeting moment, and then his eyes dimmed.

Darkness enveloped all his thoughts.

Like a piece of rotten wood, the Japanese sergeant fell to the ground.

He actually died 2 seconds ago!

The tragedy is that I don't even know it.

I don’t even know when death is coming. How fast and accurate is Tang Dao’s sword?

Not to mention the Japanese, even the Chinese soldiers around them couldn't help but feel cold when they saw this scene.

Zhuang Shisan was even more shocked, and silently decided in his heart that if he could survive this damn war, he would continue to be a security officer who was greedy for food and drink, or go to do business with his brother-in-law, or be an idler who was just waiting to die. Anyway, he could do anything, but he could not be an enemy of Tang Dao, the god of death.

Whether now or in the future, he must hold on to Tang Dao's thighs. This is the best choice not to stand on the opposite side of Tang Dao.

From this moment on, the people in the world with good brains truly became Tang Dao's diehards.

Perhaps even Tang Dao didn't know that the real reason why the security guard who followed him to fight in the north and south in the future and never left him was not because of his excellent command ability, nor the iron-blooded spirit he showed, nor the righteousness of his country and nation that he always talked about.

The real reason was that the major was afraid of Tang Dao.

That was derived from the submission of the lower creatures to the upper creatures in the food chain.

Tang Dao's smile did not diminish, as if he did not know that he had just killed a strong adult like a chicken.

He walked forward slowly, ignoring the more than 100 Japanese soldiers in front of him, and walked to the dead Japanese sergeant. He stretched out his hand to pull out the Type 38 bayonet, looked at the blade, and said calmly: "It's a pity! The bones of this sergeant are still not hard enough, and they did not cause damage to your country's excellent military products."

The scene was so quiet that even a pin drop to the ground seemed to be audible, and even the flames of the torches held in the hands of the Chinese soldiers seemed to be frozen at that moment.

This bone is not hard enough, so naturally a harder bone is needed. The Japanese artillerymen were so scared that their breathing stopped.

More than half of them took the initiative to lower their heads, not daring to look at the man who was outstanding but like a devil.

They did not want to be the bones for the devil to test how the blade would be bent.

Really, they were almost scared to kneel.

Of course, there were Japanese soldiers with fierce eyes.

Tang Dao was alone, standing less than one meter away from the Japanese army.

If they attacked him in groups, would they have a chance to catch him and force the Chinese to let them go?

There were definitely some Japanese soldiers who thought this way. Tang Dao clearly saw a flash of delusion in the eyes of the Japanese lieutenant who was three meters away from him.

However, he still retreated because he wanted to live more.

All the Japanese soldiers who had such thoughts died.

Before they were eager to try, Tang Dao pointed his finger at them: "I will give you five people a chance to live. If you can defeat me, I will let you go!"

The five bravest Japanese soldiers were forced to stand up, bare-handed.

In front of Tang Dao with a sword, they were no more powerful than five little chickens.

"This is not fair!" The Japanese artillery lieutenant watched Tang Dao send his five colleagues away in various ways, including fists, feet, and swords, and finally couldn't help but roaring.

"Unfair?" Tang Dao smiled again with his white teeth.

"When you bombarded our army with heavy artillery, why didn't you think about fairness? When you used rifles and bayonets to slaughter innocent Chinese people, why didn't you think about fairness? You launched an aggressive war with the excuse that soldiers were missing in our defense zone, why did you think about fairness?

Now you tell me it's unfair, okay! If you want fairness, I'll give you fairness. You lead your colleagues to attack my subordinates. If you rush over, you will survive. If you can't rush over, you will die here. Life and death are all determined by your combat effectiveness. Isn't it fair?"

"You" The Japanese Army Lieutenant's eyes were messy, but he couldn't say a word.

Letting them attack like this is almost the same as queuing up for execution. What's the fairness of this bastard?

"Very good, you are very smart. You know this is my territory. My words are the rules. If I say it's fair, it's fair!" Tang Dao nodded with satisfaction.

I am the strongest, so I am the boss.

This is how the alpha wolf declares its status in the tribe.

If you want to make the Japanese, a dog-like nation, obey, you have to beat them to their knees first. Once they kneel down, it will be much smoother to kneel down later, so that they will not be used to not kneeling in the end.

Using Japan to fight Japan, at least tonight, the Tang Dao can do it.