Rise From Eight Hundred

Still Yang Bicheng.

Because he was at the front, only the veteran class deputy Wang Changshou was following him closely.

So, they are not a trio, but a duo.

In front of them, there were three Japanese soldiers holding rifles.

Facing this thin Chinese soldier who had just stabbed his powerful sergeant to death with a rifle and a Chinese 'veteran' whose face was full of wrinkles, the faces of the three Japanese infantrymen were full of ferocity.

These two Chinese only have one rifle. They only need one rifle to block, and the other two rifles to stab directly. If nothing unexpected happens, after two seconds, the two Chinese can only hopelessly stabbed by the 38 bayonets. Kneeling and wailing when stabbed.

They have even seen the deep fear in the eyes of young Chinese soldiers and the stiffened facial muscles of Chinese "veteran" soldiers.

Yes, Wang Changshou was more frightened than Yang Bicheng.

Because he had seen more death than Yang Bicheng.

Comrades killed by bullets, brothers stabbed to death by bayonets, officers killed by artillery shells, comrades killed by gas bombs

Without exception, their eyes were gray, their faces were as yellow as fire paper, and their bodies became a little light because they had lost a lot of blood or souls.

Death is never heroic, but ferocious!

He wanted to live, he didn't want to be like that, and he didn't want to be buried alone in this wilderness, and then become smelly little by little and become food for ants and bugs.

He also wanted to see the beautiful mountains and rivers of his hometown, he wanted to see his wife’s not-so-beautiful but warm face, he wanted to see his daughter wearing coarse clothes looking at him with a surprised smile, and he even wanted to use his military pay to buy the most beautiful thing for his daughter. Wedding dress, watching her walk towards that handsome and simple young man, someone will take care of her on his behalf from now on!

He doesn't want to die, he wants to live!

But facing such three Japanese soldiers, his comrades were closest to him ten meters away, and they also had to face the Japanese bayonets. No one would come to help him for at least ten seconds.

Ten seconds was enough for him and that brat Yang Bicheng to die several times.

Wang Changshou was desperate and frightened, but he did not retreat.

"Hide behind me!" Wang Changshou's voice was even hoarse due to fear.

His legs were shaking slightly, but his hands held the gun tighter.

Until this moment, he had not forgotten his responsibility. No matter how much he feared death, he could not let that melon die in front of him. This was what the company commander had explained when he entrusted Yang Bicheng to him.

Guapi is the only one in his family.

The two Chinese soldiers were trembling in the face of imminent death. The Japanese army was already sure of victory. They had already taken big steps, stretched their arms forward, and were about to roar "Kill the chicken!"

Unfortunately, they only saw the scene where the thin Chinese soldier stabbed Mino Sergeant in bed with a rifle, but they did not see how their sergeant fell in frustration.

And that's all because of a semi-automatic Browning 1911 pistol.

The most terrible thing is that there are still four bullets in the seven-round magazine.

Therefore, Yang Bicheng raised his gun and fired without hesitation.

No matter what, he raised the gun and pulled the trigger continuously.

Facing the three gleaming bayonets, Yang Bicheng, who was timid by nature, felt uncontrollable fear and returned to the state of 'coward'.

At that moment, he completely forgot about the hatred of his cousins ​​who died in the battle, forgot about his desire to avenge his cousins, and even forgot that he originally wanted to die.

fear! After all, it aroused his most primitive instinct in life - survival.

So, he pulled the trigger as fast as he could.

Whether you can hit the target and kill the Japanese army may not be the most important thing anymore.

The most important thing is that he must empty all the bullets before he is stabbed by the bayonet, and cannot waste the good gun given to him by the battalion commander before leaving.

His mind went blank, leaving only his biological instincts, but this 'new soldier' ​​who had almost no battlefield experience due to his brother's protection accidentally entered the realm of man and gun.

The four shots fired at an astonishingly fast speed without aiming at all missed, and all fell on the Japanese infantry less than 3 meters in front of him.

The most amazing thing is that even the rain and dew touched it, and not a single Japanese soldier was left behind.

Even the Japanese soldier who was shot in the end tried his best to avoid bullets, roared and threw himself towards the grass on the left, tried his best to shrink his already short body, and even rolled continuously.

Excellent individual soldier skills and tactics, the shrinking body reduces the area of ​​​​evading bullets, the grass can block his figure, and the high-speed rolling can keep him away from the "veteran" soldier holding the rifle, avoiding being chased by him. Stab down.

This Japanese infantryman has actually achieved excellence to the extreme.

Unfortunately, this is life, it is so full of drama. If everything goes according to the script, then maybe many people will suffer from depression!

It may be more because of the protection of five brothers. The excellence of the Japanese was defeated by the 'fear' of the Chinese.

Even if he had already sprinted and rolled five or six meters away from Yang Bicheng in less than two seconds, at that speed, even Tang Dao would give him a thumbs up.

"Bang!" Yang Bicheng emptied the magazine.

The last bullet accurately hit the rear of the Japanese soldier who was more agile and coquettish than a deer being chased by a cheetah.

Gu's scream of "Ouch!" went straight into the sky.

It is definitely the most vulnerable place in the human body. The tender end of the rectum is densely covered with neurons. Even if the stool is slightly hard, it can make people grin in pain.

But now, a 11.43mm bullet was running rampant in it, and red, green, yellow and black substances were gushing out from the wound as big as the cup mouth.

Let alone experiencing it personally, just watching it, you can know how painful it would be for the Japanese soldier.

However, there is no empathy in this world. Everyone is an independent individual, whether mentally or physically, they are different.

No one knows how painful it would be for him. Perhaps, at the moment of dying in pain, he would rather have never been so good, just like his colleagues, who were shot in the head.

The large-caliber bullet shot from the nose bone blew the face into a bloody flower and crushed the brain. It looked cruel and terrifying, but at least it was a quick death!

"Gua Wa, change the magazine and keep killing!" Wang Changshou reacted quickly. With great surprise, he strode forward and stabbed another Japanese soldier who was still struggling on the ground to death, and roared wildly.

Yang Bicheng only had two magazines loaded with bullets. With his adrenaline secreting rapidly, he had no time to rejoice over his victory. He almost mechanically replaced the last magazine and moved closer to Yang Xiaoshan and others on the battlefield under the leadership of Wang Changshou.

When he met the yellow figure, Yang Bicheng, who had basically fallen into a state of "chaos", raised his hand and fired a shot.

The unruly fighting style instantly broke the balance of the battlefield. After two more Japanese soldiers fell in succession, they were forced to launch a "suicide" attack in the face of the tight defense of Chinese soldiers.

However, the "cheetah" had arrived.

The Tang Dao rushed in at high speed, even faster than the Japanese who were planning to attack at the risk of their lives. Facing the bayonet that was shocked and forced to face him, he suddenly used his arms to block it and pushed away the bayonet of the Japanese sergeant. However, he did not turn the muzzle back to face the front as another Japanese soldier on the side imagined.

On the contrary, Tang Dao unexpectedly accelerated forward again against common sense. In a moment, his body seemed to flash a residual image, but he barely avoided the bayonet that the Japanese army stabbed fiercely.

Then, he turned his body, slightly arched his body, and hit the Japanese sergeant who was caught off guard by the center of the palace.

Tieshankao, one of the most fierce boxing techniques in China, the fighting method of Bajiquan.

"Bang! Kacha!" Two almost coherent sounds rang out, and the Japanese sergeant screamed and was knocked nearly three meters away.

Even more unfortunately, a Japanese soldier should have been stunned by such a cruel scene. While facing this side, he forgot that the gun in his hand seemed to be facing the sergeant who was knocked away.

So, he pierced the fresh meat skewer with a bayonet of nearly 30 centimeters.

"Eighty-eight" The Japanese sergeant who suffered a series of heavy blows held his breath and banged twice in a row, but did not finish what he wanted to say.

Although both the Chinese and Japanese armies knew that he wanted to shout "Baga".

But the fact is, he was beaten so hard that he called out "Daddy!"

"Calling Daddy, it's too late! Kill!" Tang Dao laughed, threw the spear in his hand, and directly pierced the Japanese soldier who accidentally stabbed his sergeant to death and was in a daze.

In just one encounter, he killed two Japanese invaders in a row. The appearance of Battalion Commander Tang completely raised the morale of the Chinese to the peak.

And Li Jiujin also led more than 20 people to rush over fiercely.

"Kill!" The collective roar of dozens of Chinese soldiers became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

In the end, the dozen or so Japanese soldiers didn't know who ran first. In short, when one person took the lead and ran first, almost all the Japanese soldiers turned around and ran away.

At this time, it was no longer a question of who could outrun the Chinese, but that outrunning their companions was victory.

The ugliness of human nature was fully exposed at this moment.

Facts have proved that it is not that the Japanese army is hard, but that they have not encountered anyone harder than them.

Facing cotton, eggshells are both hard substances.

'Kill! ' Yang Bicheng, who had already fallen into madness, was stunned when he saw the Japanese soldiers suddenly turning around and fleeing. He took a pistol and took big steps to chase them.

"Grandpa, are you my grandpa? Save some bullets, there will be a war later." Wang Changshou was shocked and grabbed the obviously insane young soldier.

It was not that he was timid and did not dare to chase the Japanese soldiers, but he was sure that all the Japanese soldiers were dead.

The Japanese infantry ran very fast. Although their legs were short, they ran very fast. Those two little bow legs were like stepping on a pair of hot wheels.

However, the Japanese infantry who were driven out of the slope position and rushed into the wilderness by dozens of murderous Chinese soldiers were all dead.

They were killed by several light and heavy machine guns on the top of the slope.

Hunters usually complete their mission as long as they drive the prey into the hunting ground or trap.

The dozen or so running figures without any cover were so helpless in front of the flames of the light and heavy machine guns.

At this point, except for the Japanese troops who were still resisting on both wings, there was no Japanese soldier left on the front battlefield of the second company.

The triangular position of the Japanese army, which was originally stable and could hold out for an hour, was broken in one corner.

All the light and heavy machine guns on the top of the slope turned their muzzles around.

Several bullets fired from the side and rear raised dust everywhere, and the Japanese soldiers on the battlefield really wanted to call for their father.